Nobela ni Omotola Adewale

ISABELLA'S POVMalakai didn't look surprised; he didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. If anything, it was like he had been waiting for me to say it. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Revenge,” he repeated slowly, as if waiting for my confirmation.I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. “Yes.” I had never been so sure about anything in my life like I was sure of this.His green eyes locked onto mine, studying me. “And how exactly do you plan on getting it?”“I’ll figure it out,” I said, trying to keep my voice firm, to assure myself that I was right, though deep down, I wasn’t sure how.Malakai let out a low hum, as if he found amusement in my situation. “With what resources? What connections? The world thinks you’re dead, Isabella . Your name, your power, your wealth—none of it exists anymore.”His words were true, but they were heavy on me. He wasn’t wrong. I was nobody now. I didn't know what to say.“Do you think you’re ready for revenge?” He ask

Isabella'S POV“Give me a mirror,” I demanded. My hands were shaking, and my heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest. My voice wavered, panicked, shaky. This couldn’t be happening. My face… the one thing I had left, wasn’t mine anymore.Malakai hesitated. “Isabella, I don’t think—”“Give me the damn mirror!” I screamed, the panic rising with every passing second. He stared at me for a moment. He didn’t respond but only stood up slowly, his face neutral. He walked out of the room and came back with a small hand mirror. He handed it to me gently, as if reconsidering.I didn’t care.I snatched the mirror from his hands and lifted it to my face, holding my breath. What stared back at me wasn’t me. Not even close. The woman in the mirror had the same almond-shaped green eyes, but everything else—my cheekbones, my jawline, my nose, my lips... everything was wrong.I suddenly felt nauseous. This isn’t Isabella Monroe.“No…” I whispered, my heart dropping. “No, no, no…” My han

Isabella's POV“Italy? I’m in Italy?” I whispered, my voice cracking. My throat felt dry, probably because I hadn’t used it in months. The nurse nodded, but she didn’t answer; instead, she turned around and left the room, leaving me in confusion.My body was heavy, but I tried my best to sit up nonetheless. The door opened, and a different nurse walked in this time, with a smile on her face. “How are you feeling?” she asked; her English carried a bit of an Italian accent.“I—“ I didn’t know how to respond to all that was happening around me. I was alive, and I was well. “I don’t know. I woke up, and I don’t know how I got here.” I said. It was hard for me to adjust to this new reality.“You’re safe,” she said with a warm smile, her words reassuring. “You’ve been through a lot, but you’re in good hands now. My name is Rina.”Safe? I wasn’t sure I believed that. “Why am I in Italy?”“You were brought here after your accident,” Rina explained. “You’ve been unconscious for six months now.

Isabella'S POVIt was a dead end.I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my ears as I glanced back at the raging river below; it was as if it was waiting for me, waiting to swallow me whole. “She went that way!” I heard one of Simon’s men yell from the forest. No, this can’t be happening. Is this how it ends?The sharp brightness of flashlights cut through the darkness, and I could now see multiple silhouettes coming towards me; I could hear my ears buzzing from absolute terror. Then I saw the figure I was way too familiar with. Simon.“It ends here, Isabella….” He said, stepping closer, his eyes showed no emotion, no pity, no fear. “Isn’t it perfect? The heiress of Monroe Enterprises dies a tragic death; her loving husband inherits her wealth.” His voice was cold. Had he planned this all along, planned to end my life?“D-don’t do this….” I barely managed to say everything I wanted to say; it was stuck in my throat. “Please.” I pleaded."Don't?" Simon's eyes darkened, and the amu

Isabella'S POVLilith didn’t move. She stood there, blocking my path. Her sharp hazel eyes staring at me, as if daring me to react. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. “You’re pathetic,” she said, her voice low and mocking. “No wonder Simon got bored. You’re weak, Isabella. A nobody.”“Move,” I hissed, my voice filled with both anger and despair. I had just given away everything to the worst monsters on earth. The sweat and blood of my father, all down the drain. “Or what?” she said, stepping closer. “What are you going to do? Cry? Throw a tantrum? Face it, you’ve already lost.”My hand shot out before I could stop myself, and I shoved her back. “Get out of my way!” Lilith stumbled but caught herself, her smirk only becoming wider. “Touched a nerve, did I?”“Enough!” Simon’s voice cut through the room. His expression was cold as he slipped the signed papers into an envelope. “You two are going to ruin everything,” he said, glaring at Lilith before turning his

Isabella's POVI held onto the small gift box a little tighter, as I walked towards the study. “Simon?” I called as I opened the door, but I felt unease creeping up my spine. The party downstairs was in full swing, one I had spent weeks preparing for. It was both my birthday and my wedding anniversary. The hall was filled with guests, but my focus was on one person—Simon, my husband. Where the hell could he be when he was supposed to be by my side today.The world around me stopped the moment I pushed open the door. What I saw made my stomach drop, my husband of three years, shirt half-open, hands tangled in Lilith ’s hair as she kissed him.It felt like something out of a movie. My eyes widened, shock tearing through me. "C-Simon?" I choked out. I hear my own voice cracking, while my breath refuses to steady.“Isabella,” Simon said, his eyes holding no remorse. Neither of them flinched as they turned to face me. “You’re early.” This had to be a nightmare.I forced myself to step in