Novels by amarachukwu.g.amadi

Isabella's POV“So, Isabella, your billionaire husband couldn't spare an hour to accompany you?”Vanessa's mocking voice greeted me before I had even stepped fully into my parents' living room.She was sitting beside Adrian on the sofa, wearing a fitted red dress and the silver bracelet he had given her.I glanced at the clock.I had arrived exactly when Mother requested.Apparently, that was already a problem.“Good afternoon to you too, Vanessa.”She laughed. “Oh, don't be so sensitive. I'm only asking because Adrian and I came together. I thought Nathaniel would at least make an effort for his new wife.”Thank goodness! I knew that shopping trip meant nothing. Nathaniel is still the same cold, distant man he was in my previous life.I placed my handbag on the armchair.He probably bought her those things to keep her quiet. Men like Nathaniel don't suddenly become affectionate. Isabella will soon understand how miserable that marriage can be.I almost smiled.Earlier that afternoon,

Isabella’s POV“Mr. Blackwood, your wife has already selected twelve outfits. Are you sure you want us to bring out more?”The sales assistant looked almost as uncomfortable as I felt.Nathaniel, however, barely glanced up from his phone.“Has she found everything she wants?”“Not exactly, sir. She mentioned that some of the prices were rather high.”He finally looked at me. “Isabella, I thought we agreed that you would choose whatever you liked.”I shifted in my seat. “We did but Nathaniel, there's no reason to spend fifteen thousand dollars on a dress when I can get something equally beautiful for a fraction of that amount.”“Then choose the less expensive one if you prefer it.”I relaxed. “That's what I've been trying to do.”“But don't reject something you genuinely like simply because of the price.”Before I could respond, he removed a black card from his wallet and handed it to the sales assistant.“Please put everything my wife selects on this card. And make sure she sees the f

Isabella's POV“Miss Whitmore, is something wrong?”I had been standing in the doorway for almost a minute, staring at a bedroom that was larger than my entire apartment from my previous life.Mr. Harrison waited patiently behind me.“Are you certain this is my room?” I asked.“Quite certain, ma'am. Mr. Blackwood personally approved the arrangements.”I stepped inside.The bedroom was beautiful, with cream-coloured walls, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a king-sized bed covered in soft white sheets. A sitting area occupied one corner, while glass doors opened onto a private balcony overlooking the gardens.There was even a study adjoining the bedroom.But what surprised me most was the walk-in closet.It was enormous.One side contained neatly arranged dresses, blouses, trousers, and coats. The other held shoes, handbags, and accessories, all organised by colour.I picked up a blouse and examined the label.My size.I checked another.Also my size.“Who bought all these?”“The household

Isabella's POV “Give me that necklace, Isabella. You're marrying a billionaire. You don't need it anymore.”Vanessa stood in front of my dressing table, holding the only piece of jewellery I had ever truly treasured.It was a delicate gold necklace with a small emerald pendant, a gift from my grandmother before she passed away. She had given it to me on my eighteenth birthday, telling me that no matter what happened, I should never allow anyone to make me feel worthless.“Put it down, Vanessa.”She rolled her eyes.“Don't be ridiculous. I'm going to be Adrian's wife, and you know he isn't wealthy yet. The least you can do is let me have something decent to wear to my wedding.”“Then buy yourself something.”“With what money?”I glanced at the designer handbag hanging from her shoulder.“Perhaps you could sell one of your bags.”Her expression darkened. “Isabella, don't start acting superior just because you're marrying Nathaniel Blackwood.”I walked towards her and held out my hand.

Isabella’s POV“I want Adrian Cole!”My sister's sudden declaration brought the conversation in the living room to an abrupt halt.I stared at her, wondering if I had heard correctly.Vanessa Whitmore, my older sister, who had spent the better part of her life looking down on anyone who wasn't wealthy, had just announced that she wanted to marry a man who could barely afford his rent.“Vanessa, darling, are you feeling alright?” Mother asked, reaching across the table to touch her forehead. “We're talking about Adrian Cole. The young man who works at that little investment firm. Surely, you mean Nathaniel Blackwood?”“I know exactly who I'm talking about, Mother. I want Adrian, and I've already made up my mind.”Father lowered his newspaper.“Vanessa, we discussed this. Nathaniel Blackwood is the chairman of Blackwood Holdings. His family owns half the commercial properties in Westbridge. Adrian, on the other hand, has nothing to his name.”“Then let Isabella marry Nathaniel!”My fing