67

ISABELLA 67

A few days passed me by and that was when I started to feel better. The angry red scars left behind from my horrifying accident had started to disappear.

The end of the month was slowly approaching and there was no sign of Vito. Nathalia, on the other, kept getting nicer and nicer. She even went as far as helping me when I was sick.

As much as I wanted to relax and tell myself that she had no bad intentions, I could not help it. Sometimes, I found myself lying wide awake in bed, waiting for her to finally drop the mask and attack me.

Who knew? Maybe this was her secret plan all along. To keep playing nice while I laid in bed awake, too worried to close my eyes and go to sleep.

I sighed heavily. "Is this my life now?" I asked no one in particular.

The security around the building became tighter than ever and inside the house, it was way worse. It was like we were keeping the president’s fragile baby inside the room. The house was lined with men in black. Who never seemed to