Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 573

Chapter 573 Finding The Truth
*Selena*

Damon smirked as he strode toward me, his eyes locked onto mine as I furrowed my brow at his unexpected presence. Wasn't he supposed to be working? How did he appear here so suddenly? Glancing at Harper, understanding dawned on me. Perhaps she had sent him a message, and he had teleported himself here.

"So, it was all true. Arabella does exist," I concluded, turning to look at the picture once more.

No one could find a difference between us. Even I couldn't distinguish. The picture looked very old, and the attire she had in that picture looked like it belonged to some ancient era. The art was a masterpiece, and I couldn't help but appreciate the artist in my mind. He had truly defined the beauty of the lady in the picture, and I found it even more beautiful than reality—or maybe she was more beautiful than me.

But I still couldn't believe that it was true and that Arabella did exist. Because when Damon first told me about Arabella, I thought he was merely flirting with me, using his popular story to impress a girl. But here I was, staring at the picture of Arabella before me.

"I always told you the truth, Selena, but alas, you never believed me," he clicked his tongue, sounding disappointed.

But my mind was racing with other thoughts and possibilities. Was Arabella that missing piece of the puzzle I was looking for?!

“Okay, I understand that Arabella looks exactly like me,” I said, looking at him quizzically. “Was she also your mate, and how can it be a coincidence that I am also your mate?”

“Arabella was my queen, mate, and the love of my life in a previous life, and it's destiny that now you're my mate,” he explained in his cold tone.

“Am I related to Arabella in any way? I mean, was I Arabella in my previous life?” I asked curiously.

His intense gaze pierced through me as if trying to read my mind.

“Does it matter to you?” He asked back.

“Of course, it does. I have the right to know everything about her if she is connected to me,” I insisted.

"It's just a coincidence that you look like her. There is no connection between you and Arabella," he dismissed, turning to look at the picture with the same adoration he directed at me.

"Is that so?" I challenged, and Damon's gaze turned skeptical. I felt there was more.

"Yes. You need to start trusting me," he emphasized.

I nodded, deciding to let go of this topic for now. Persisting could create more suspicion.

"By the way, what are you doing here in my room? Did you make up your mind and want to move in?" he asked, taking me off guard.

"Umm… no!" I mumbled, receiving a raised eyebrow reaction from him. "I was bored, so I thought of taking a tour of your castle. I hope I didn't offend you, Vampire King," I said, giving him an innocent look.