ISABELLA
We have been driving for some minutes now and the silence between me and Lorenzo is noticeable. He had ordered his guards and chauffeur to leave, so he is the one driving now.
My head still can't wrap around the fact that Dad hated me so much.
Why the hell the love he had for Livia is so different from the one he shared with me?
He made it obvious that he hated me, he never liked me, always finding every possible way to blame me for causing his misfortune.
I could recall clearly how Dad had brought in Livia's mum a few days after the death of Mum.
He never cared or even respected her death, all he cared about was the life he had for this woman.
I sighed for the tenth time again, trying to force in the tears that welled up in my eyes.
I can't believe Dad never believed me but instead, the so-called he called a daughter.
"Mia, are you okay?"
Lorenzo asked, his voice low and sounding concerned.
