Chapter 18:
My hand shook as I tried avoiding Sin's eyes, he wouldn't believe a word I said. Especially if I blamed someone.
"Isabelle," he said my name sternly, "who touched you. What happened from the night you left, up until I found you?" his face stone cold and expressionless.
"Sin, if I told you that Ravecca had something to do with it, would you believe me?" I asked.
"I don't understand," he said utterly confused as to what was coming out of my mouth.
"If I told you that you getting drunk and kissing Liana only for me to see, was planned by her, and when I ran away being kidnapped was also planned by her, all that I went through was planned and carried out by her, would you believe me?" I questioned him.
"Isabelle, why would my mother do any of those, she's not that kind of person, perhaps you're just not thinking straightー" I cut him off.
"Sin you have got to believe me, don't you ever wonder, why you ended up disliking your mother?! Sin, Ravecca only wants the throne and she'll do anything to get it, even if that means taking your mate away to succeed. She doesn't care about you because you're not her blood, your father chose to give you the throne and ignored her sons, she obviouslyー"
"Enough" he whispered but I had to say it anyway.
"ーJust wants what she thinks belongs to her. Why can't you see she's evil, Sin, why can't youー"
"ENOUGH ISABELLE!" he roared. He was confused, angry and frustrated. He couldn't think straight. He stood up and looked down at me, "My mother wouldn't do that." he said as he walked out of the room, slamming the door.
That's it. She brainwashed him. I sat pulling at my hair. How was I going to get him to see her chameleon colors?
A small hand touched my shoulder. I looked up to see my little Caitlin. I stroked her brown hair.
"Mommy, where did daddy go?" she questioned.
"To get some air." I replied as I stood up, picking her in my arms. "Come, let's go home."
I carried her in my arms as I walked out of the building that revealed my secrets.
I fell flat on the bed, my face in a pillow. The moment we had gotten home, there was no sign of Sin anywhere. Had I triggered him to the point of infinite shock?
I let out an ugly sigh as I got up roaming around the bedroom. What would have happened if the events that happened didn't take place?
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