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Her brother shook his head in disappointment. Again. He corrected her words. Again. He behaved as if he was never to blame for the consequences of his own actions. Again. Isabella clenched her jaw, a sharp jolt shooting through her body as she dug her nails into the palm of her hand. ”But you did make your choice, and to me, it was a pretty definitive one.” There had been a time where she had dared turn a blind eye to her brother’s self-righteousness. After all, they both grew up in the same house, and even though their struggles were far from the same, she had always assumed they were fighting on the same side in the end.

That was until he had chosen a side - and it had not been hers. Truthfully, she shouldn’t be blaming him for picking a side, and she didn’t. No, the only one to blame her was herself. She was to blame for ever entrusting any of her secrets to a boy raised by her very own parents. Stupid her, to think he’d be any different than them.

Isabella scoffed, narrowing her eyes. Her gut wrenched, realising just how much he’d taken after their own mother. Had he always been like that? ”Has no one ever taught you the meaning of ‘no’, Luca?” She questioned, her voice barely capable of hiding the undertone of anger. Leave. Leave. Leave. I don't want you here.