Strong-willed, badass and bounded by the chains of an arranged marriage, Isabela Arias dreams of the freedom to live and love as she chooses.
Being sold to the Italian mafia wasn't exactly on Isabela's to do list...
As she's forced to navigate the r...
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My mind is fucked.
And it wasn't from any of the alcohol.
Sure, it was spinning, and I can barely make out the details of the room, but my thoughts spiral like a tornado. I don't know where to begin. What am I doing? Lorenzo is right, isn't he? Never thought that would happen. But he's right— I'm the biggest bitch in the fucking universe. All I've been doing is mind-fucking Julian like he used to do to me before we crossed the line.
He deserves a lot of things, but not that.
Slowly, I sink onto the cobblestone, keeping my legs in the water as my body faces the naked sky. No stars in sight— as expected, in this crowded city called New York. The only shining light in the sky comes from the pretty, big moon, hidden behind the rays of clouds.
My mind drifters to a different place, a different time when Julian and I were just that— us. The night I learned about my brothers's departure.
A night when we were just Julian and Isabela— nothing more in between us. Now, it almost feels like there's so much baggage, emotions, uncertainty to ever be what we once were. I barely remember that girl who stared at the stars whenever things got a tiny bit harder to fight for. She's a fragment of my imagination.
We're both two completely different people now.
Would things be the same?
Could we love each other in the way that's right for us?
Could we be the next Mika and Asiel?
Even with my past, I've always believed in soulmates. Someone that feels like the missing piece needed to complete this thing called life. A year ago, I had no doubt Julian was the lost piece, but now... Do we still make sense together?
I love him.
Ugh, my mind is spinning.
No, really, it's spinning.
The sky isn't one cohesive image. No, it's a tornado of whirling stars, causing my stomach to turn itself inside out. All of the sudden, my mouth fills with saliva, and I instantly know where this is heading, but I don't react in time. As expected, since drinking lags your reaction time. I throw up all over myself.
Chunks everywhere.
My body feels heavy, impossible to move, but the vomit won't let up.
Panic arises in my chest as my mouth fills up with the chunky vomit. My throat seizes up, causing a wheezing sound to come out of me. I can't breathe. My arms flap around, but they do nothing to help me.
"Woah! Woah! Hey!" Someone yells.
Before I know it, I'm turned to my side, and have two fingers inside my mouth, digging out the puke. Yum sweet air rushes its way into my lungs. A hand rubs my back as I relieve the contents in my stomach. Despair swells in chest as I acknowledge how I almost died and have a random person's finger in my mouth.
