Reborn As Isadora Kane.

Calla's/ Isadora’s POV

The first thing I felt was heat. Not warmth—heat—sticking to my skin like sin. My head pounded like a hammer inside a hollow skull. Everything smelled like booze, perfume, and cheap aftershave.

I groaned, blinked. “What's…going on?”

"Holy shit," a voice near me said, relieved and amused. "I thought you were dead for a second there. I swear I couldn't feel your pulse!! Shit!”

My head lay on a man’s thigh. His jeans scratched against my cheek and I jerked up fast, eyes wide with fear.

"Get away from me!" I snapped, utterly shocked.

What am I doing here??? In this sleazy bar surrounded by men and sluts. Was I sold off or something?

The man chuckled, leaning back against the vinyl booth like this was normal. "Easy, Isa. You were out cold. You drank half the bar, remember?"

Isa? Who's Isa?

My vision swam and I sat up fully and looked around. The place was dim and filthy—an underground strip club, maybe illegal. Red lights washed over the half-naked women grinding on poles. Dollar bills littered the floor like fallen leaves. Laughter, moans, music—too loud, too fast, too much which made my head ache.

And as if that's not enough, my body felt wrong. My chest was heavy and my waist thinner. My hands felt creepily unfamiliar.

What the hell—?

"What is this?" I whispered, more to myself .

Holy shit! My voice—it wasn’t my voice. Not my soft alto. This one was deeper and rougher. Like it had smoked too many cigarettes and said yes too many times. What's going on?

Another man slid into the booth beside me grinning too wide, his teeth yellow in the red light. Before I could react, his hand grabbed my boobs and squeezed it hard. "Back from the dead, Isa?" he slurred. "Damn, you still got it."

My horrified scream sliced through the noise. Who's is Isa????

I shoved him back violently, my heart thudding. My breath came in ragged gasps as all eyes turned toward me. Some laughed. Some stared. Some looked bored.

"Why the hell are you acting weird, Isa?" the first man asked, brows scrunching. "You do this every other weekend—hell, every other night."

No.. I'm not Isa and I'm not supposed to be here. I got up and stumbled out of the booth, legs shaky in six-inch heels which nearly made me fall.

“Isadora!" One of them called after me..”Twerk for us."

A mirror outside the room caught my eye and I went white immediately.

The woman looking back was a stranger. Dark red lipstick smeared, smoky eyes ruined, a smear of glitter on my cheek. But beneath the makeup... I could see it.

I wasn't Calla anymore.

And I was someone else.

Someone they called Isadora.

Did I lose my memory? How long have I been here. That means they didn't kill me. They just changed my face and probably sold me off. Oh goodness… those assholes.

The hallway behind the bar was narrow, lined with flickering fluorescent lights and peeling wallpaper that smelled like mold and sweat. I walked slowly, my heels clicking unevenly against the floor. Pissed, I had to toss away the heels because they were hurting my feet. The music faded behind me as I continued walking, every part of my body throbbing with dread.

I didn’t know where I was going. Only that I had to get out.

“Of course,” a deep, ice-cold voice called behind me. “You’re always here.”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart pounding in fright as a tall shadow stepped into the corridor clad in a clean suit. Anger coiled behind his every move like a blade waiting to snap. His eyes met mine—and froze.

"Why am I not surprised?” he continued. “God, Isadora. I don’t even know why I come back for you."

I wanted to run but my knees were weak.

He reached me in two strides, the scent of cologne and rage clinging to him like a second skin. His hand gripped my upper arm, roughly. "Let’s go. You’re drunk. You smell like you rolled in whiskey and bad decisions– which of course isn't surprising.”

My lips parted yet I couldn’t speak. My mind reeled. He was handsome—painfully so. The kind of man I would’ve once admired from afar. But his eyes were devoid of warmth. Oh Lord, I wanted to run. What's really going on?? "What’s wrong with you?" he snapped, scanning my face. “Don't play dumb. You begged me not to leave last week, and here you are again—throwing yourself at scum. Are you trying to make the tabloids eat you alive?”

He yanked me toward the exit and I stumbled but didn’t resist. My mind was fogged, half-shocked and my body moved on its own.

“You’ve made enemies, Isadora,” he said tightly, jaw clenching. “At least pretend to care if you live or die. You were supposed to take a bodyguard. Jesus, what if someone had—”

He stopped and breathed hard. “What if someone had killed you?”

That word killed stabbed into my brain.

I turned to him, voice shaky as I finally spoke. “What’s today’s date?”

He blinked, then gave me a scathing look. “Are you high now too?” He fished his phone from his coat pocket, showed me the screen. “There. Happy now?”

The date hit me like a sledgehammer.

June 5th.

The day I died. The day my husband, Lucas, injected me with the syringe – and suddenly I'm in another body???

I froze.

The man in the bar. His words returned like a haunting echo: “Holy shit, I thought you were dead.”

What if he was right?

What if Isadora had died that night, passed out and gone...

And Calla— I — Calla had taken her place?

I gasped, stepping back as the hallway spun.

"Are you okay?" the man asked. His voice held no concern, just frustration. "You’re acting like a lunatic. Again.”

I looked at him, panicking. Who ever this man was didn’t love Isadora. She was a sleazy slut who spend time in bars and sleeps around. I've just been reborn in the body of someone who's my exact opposite.

I was given a second chance and I'm here to find out who isadora is and where my child is.

I straightened my shoulders and forced a breath. “ Where are we going??” I said softly.

“Home." He nodded and led me through the back door toward a sleek black car waiting in the alley.

I didn’t know this man, or the woman I now was.

But I would figure it out.

And when I did?

They would all pay.

Lucas and Petra!