Too dumb to handle

IRINA POV 

"You look very smart, but I guess you're just as dumb as everyone else," Lorenzo drawled.

I sat up, my fists clenching at my sides. "I killed them in self defense. What proof do you have to blame me for their murder?"

He smirked and folded his hands across his chest, looking completely relaxed. "That's not what the video shows."

He pulled his hand out of his pocket and held up his phone. His fingers moved across the screen, scrolling through something. When he handed it to me, his smile was cold.

"Look at this."

I stared at the screen, what the video played was entirely different, it looked like I was attacking them, pulling the trigger like a maniac.

"This is not what happened," I breathed out. "This video is not real, I didn't attack them first, they did."

His smirk turned into a wicked grin. "What will the cops believe, solid proof from the video or the filthy words from the mouth of a street girl?"

For the first time in my life, I felt truly scared, my whole body went numb, I just stared at him.

"Don't look at me like that, Irina," he whispered, walking closer. "I gave you a choice already, you just have to pick your poison."

I opened my mouth but no words came out, my lips felt numb. Finally, I forced something out. "What do you want from me?"

"Now that's a good girl." He turned and walked to the drawer across the room. He opened it and pulled out a brown envelope, he walked back to me and he handed me a photo.

I stared at it and my eyes widened in shock, the person in the picture looked exactly like me. But she looked clean and polished. Her brown eyes were brighter than mine, her blonde hair was straight and fell perfectly down her neck. She had a cute button nose and heart-shaped lips, she looked like the rich version of me. 

I looked up. My eyes met his. "Who is this?"

His lips curved. "It's good you don't think it's a photo of you, you look cheap and dirty."

i scoffed . "Too cheap? And you need the help of a girl from the streets?"

He looked away for a second, his jaw tightening. When his eyes came back to mine, they were closer.

"You're mistaken. I'm not asking for your help. I'm ordering you to do this." His voice dropped lower. "You don't look like someone I would ask, you look like someone who needs me. And right now, you do."

He stepped closer and I forced myself not to back away.

"The person in the picture is my step sister, Isabella." His fingers traced the edge of the photo in my hands. "As of now, you're not Irina anymore, you're Isabella."

My mouth went dry. "What?"

"Isabella is very calm, she wears fashionable clothes, she doesn't speak unless spoken to. And she sounds very feminine. Not like you, who sounds like a broken record," Lorenzo barked.

He turned and walked back to his chair, leaving me with the photo still in my hands. My eyes lowered back down to the picture of Isabella. How did I go from bad to worse? This man didn't look like a good guy. He looked like the devil wearing an expensive suit.

The door opened and a girl who looked about my age walked in. She wore a plain black shirt and her dark hair was packed in a tight bun.

"Sir, we're ready." Her sounded voice soft.

He nodded at her to come in, she went out and came back immediately with two other girls.

"They're going to do your makeover," Lorenzo announced, turning to them. "Do exactly as I told you, don't deviate."

"Yes sir," they all replied with a bow.

I watched as they moved close to me. I couldn't even speak, I was in shock. One of them reached for my top and started to pull it up.

I grabbed her hand. "What are you doing?"

"You have to take off your top for the bath," she replied quietly.

"Not in front of him," I said, pulling away.

Lorenzo's muttered. "You're forgetting something, you agreed to our deal. So you're mine now, including your body."

I stopped struggling, the maid reached for my top again. I tried to resist, pulling back and twisting away but Lorenzo noticed. 

"If she doesn't want to take it off, rip it off."

I stopped moving, my hands went numb. They pulled off my top, my bra, then my trousers. I stood there completely naked in front of him and all I could do was hug myself. He kept staring at me, his eyes moved across my body like he was checking off a list.

The maids worked quickly, they straightened my hair and trimmed it down to shoulder length. They scrubbed my skin until it was clean and fresh. They filed my nails and painted them. The whole time, I just sat there in the bathtub, staring at nothing, trying to disappear into myself.

After what felt like hours, they were done and one of them handed me a mirror. I didn't recognize the girl looking back at me. She had bright eyes and smooth skin and perfect hair, she looked like Isabella.

She looked nothing like me.

Lorenzo stood up from his chair and threw a leather notebook at me, it landed on the bed.

"Read this and act like it," he ordered.

I picked it up, and it was Isabella's diary. Pages and pages of her thoughts, her habits, the way she spoke, the things she cared about. Everything I needed to become her.

He walked toward the door, the maids hurried out behind him, closing the door with a soft click.

I fell onto the bed, trying to wrap my head around what I'd gotten myself into. I was trapped, not just physically but mentally and emotionally. I was becoming someone else and I couldn't stop it.

Then I heard a beep sound, I sat up and saw Lorenzo's phone on the table by the window. I stood up slowly and walked toward it. My fingers trembled as I reached for it, it was unlocked.

I pressed the back button and scrolled through his apps, then I saw the video of me attacking those men, the proof that would put me in prison.

My hands shook as I held the phone. Should I delete it? Will this set me free?