Isabella's heart skipped a beat, her mind reeling from Carmen's words. She sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing as she tried to make sense of what Carmen was saying. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You heard me loud and clear, you are a fake."
"You're lying," Isabella whispered, though uncertainty was creeping into her voice. She had always known she was the child of a mistress, but the idea that Angelo might not be her real father? That was impossible.
Carmen’s smirk only deepened. She relished the doubt that flickered in Isabella’s eyes, the cracks forming in her composure. "Oh, I’m not lying, Isabella. I’ve got all the proof right here." She tapped a manicured nail against the side of her head as if the secrets she had uncovered were already ingrained in her mind. "Imagine w
