Owned By The Mafia Who Killed His Sister
“You just showed up where you weren’t needed.”
“So me coming back to my house and asking for what rightfully belongs to me is a crime?” she asked.
I let out a short, dry laugh. “Enough with the lies, we both know you’re nothing but an imposter.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her lips curved.
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” she said calmly. “I am the real Isabella. And deep down, you know you’re not.”
I let out a soft scoff and turned back to the mirror. “Fine. Believe whatever you want, now leave.”