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ISABELLA'S POV.
“That bastard! Who does he think he is?” I raged, storming through the corridors out towards my supposed bedroom; anger coursed through my veins with each step I took.
He humiliated me, the bastard. How dare he compare me to Alessia? What sort of freak does he tend to be? She shot him.
She shot him!.
Alesia had put a bullet through him, and he was out there drooling about it. I knew he was a sick psycho, but even at that, he was still in love with her.
I bit against my lips, running my fingers through my hair as soon as I slammed the door to my room. I tapped my foot against the floor, anxiety easing through me.
What exactly had made me change my mind? I had the bastard, I let him leave and breathe. I spared his life, and that was the thanks I got.
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