“Whatever,” Isabella muttered under her breath. Then louder, hoping he could hear her through the hallway, she added, “I don’t like you too!”
The words echoed faintly in the quiet room. She stood there for a moment, her chest rising and falling fast. But the second the words left her lips, regret swept through her. Why did she say that? Why did it sound like she was trying to convince herself more than him?
She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. Maybe she should have just listened to her parents and married Sebastian Alvarez. Her parents adored him. He had money, power, influence—everything a woman could need to live comfortably.
But even now, just thinking about his name made her skin crawl. How could she have ever imagined marrying a
