Page 4 of Mine Again
My stomach tightens, my pulse quickening with every second.
When her father was alive, I never had to worry about anything. He kept a tight rein on his daughters, restricting them to the safety of their home to prevent any men from getting too close.
He was protective, not of their innocence, but of his plans to marry them off to the highest bidder.
With him gone, I have no idea who might be slipping through the cracks.
I focus on the footage, trying to calm the rising panic in my chest. There’s no telling what she’s been up to without her father’s watchful eye.
I’ve always known her routines, her habits, everything about her. But now… in just a matter of weeks, days even, everything is changing.
I don’t like it.
Trying to shake off the unease, I return my focus to the camera feed of her room. Yesterday, Isa was curled up in bed, holding her stomach.
I frown. Is she sick?
Her mother checks on her, her sisters too, comforting her.
What’s going on?
Then I see it. That same night, her family leaves. Where the hell are they going? How can they just leave Isa behind?
It was clearly her plan. Because the second they’re gone, my butterfly was wheeling out a suitcase from her closet.
A fucking suitcase.
I stitch together her movements from different feeds. She feigns illness when crossing paths with the staff, then slips out the back door into the night.
A black Audi pulls up at the gate. She jumps in.
I rewind and zoom in.
My blood turns to ice when she kisses the driver.
I can’t see his face, but I want to punch him until he’s unrecognizable.
Red. I see fucking red.
I run the plate. Within seconds, a name flashes on the screen. Rage consumes me.
My fingers fly over the keyboard, pulling up more details.
The last line on the screen makes my blood freeze.
Flight details…
To Vegas.
I’m out of my seat in an instant.
My little butterfly thinks she can fly away?
She forgot she belongs to me.
Chapter One
Isabella
