SOPHIA’S POV
“Delete it, Isabella,” I said again.
She laughed. “You must be delusional to think I ever will. I’m in charge now, Sophia. So you will do whatever I want, no questions.”
“What do you want then?” I asked.
“I want you to leave and never show your face to this family again,” she said.
“My wedding is tomorrow, Isabella. I can’t leave,” I said.
Isabella’s smirk deepened like she’d been waiting for me to say those exact words.
“Oh, but you can,” she said, pulling her phone out and turning the screen toward me.
The photo was in her chat with a popular blog, just one tap away from going viral. All she had to do was press send and my life would turn upside down.
“Isabella, please. You can’t do that. We didn’t even kiss on the lips. It’s not how it seems,” I said.
“Tell
