ISABELLA
I stared at this man… this monster he grinned like a devil in a tailored suit, laughing softly, like the death of his parents was just a plot twist in a comedy.
He sat there in front of me, calm… sipping his drink like he hadn't just recounted a massacre.
Like he hadn't become the massacre and made everyone think his brother is the real monster when he is more than one.
"I ended them," he said. "Brutally. Quietly. Just like they deserved."
My stomach twisted. My lungs shrank. Was this… a human?
If cruelty could be cooked and served on a silver platter, then this man was the chef.
But then his eyes turned to me cold and glinting. A new blade ready to slice deeper.
"What about my parents? What exactly did my mum do to deserve what you have done to her? Why is she related to whatever thing you have just said?"
"And now…" he said, licking his lips like the words were candy, "Let's talk about your mother."
