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 ...