Chapter 022

Mirabella's Pov

Annabella gets up from the side of the bed and massages her temple. "What is it about you, huh? Tell me, Mirabella! How do you get them to choose you? How do you get all the good people by your corner? How are you still alive? After everything you've been through, how are you still standing!" My sister begins fidgeting with her fingers which are obviously trembling.

But not in fear, in anger.

My tears are spewing uncontrollably in realization that my sister is envious of me. This same me that has always envied her growing up, the irony of life.

"I'm sorry, Anna, I'll make it right, sorella, I promise. I'll get us out and far away from here if you could just help me escape. Please Annabella, just do this with me."

A hearty laughter wracks through her and she throws herself on the cushion. "You're such a fool, Mirabella," she trails off into her dark demeanor. "Do you really think you're in father's custody? I’ll make one thing clear, sister, you're my hostage and you're