Page 1 of Wretched Choices

Prologue

Isabella

To Salvatore,

Power is a game.

And like in any game, there is a winner and a loser.

Our life is a game.

What are we ready to pay when we lose?

In this game called life, our actions are the result of our choices.

What are the consequences of our choices?

What price do we pay when we choose wrong?

Can we ever go back to the beginning and do everything over again, and this time do it better?

But there is no going back, not anymore.

I can never go back to the beginning and do things differently.

Make better choices.

If I could, maybe then my heart would not be broken.

Maybe then my heart would stay untouched.

Maybe then I could breathe again.

But then I would never know how it feels to be loved by you.

How it feels to be kissed by you.

How it feels to wake up in your arms.

But most importantly, I would never know how to hate you after I loved you.

Because hating you after you gave me everything I ever wanted is painful, but at the same time, it fuels me with power.

Power I never knew I needed.

Power I never knew I wanted.

Power strong enough that I can rise from the ashes, and when I rise again, you won’t see it.

Because I will not be here. You will be alone, paying for the decisions you made.

x

Isabella

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Salvatore

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