Romans de Purity western

Adrian stopped. His hand was already on the door handle. He didn't turn around Isabella stared at him, her voice shaking. "Can I at least know the name of someone who is holding me hostage?" A long silence. "Adrian." He replied without looking back at her Just that. Nothing else. Then he walked out. She watched the door close behind him. The lock clicked. He walked down the hallway, his expression becoming serious. He pulled out his phone. opened his messages and sent it to someone. A few seconds later, he made a call. "Hello, did you see the picture I just sent you?" He paused. "I need a complete background check on her. Her name is Isabella. Find out everything you can—her identity, family, history, where she lived, everything.” He stopped talking. Because the man on the other end of the phone was no longer calm. His voice had changed completely. "Wait... wait wait wait. I think I have seen her before Adrian frowned. "Really ?" "Adrian, I know her. I have seen h

His expression changed for just a moment—surprise, perhaps—but he quickly composed himself.“Mr. Adrian ,” Dr. Cole greeted.Adrian gave him a slight nod.“Doctor.”Dr. Cole glanced at Isabella, then back at Adrian “I'd like to speak with you in private.”“Private?” Isabella asked immediately.She looked between the two men, confusion spreading across her face.“What’s going on?”Neither of them answered.Dr. Cole walked toward the door, and Adrian followed him out.The door closed behind them.Isabella stared at the closed door, Her eyebrows furrowed.“What is going on?” she whispered.She looked around the room at the five men who were still standing there silently.“Why is nobody talking to me?”Adrian walked into Dr. Cole’s office with a serious expression.Dr. Cole looked at him for a moment before a small smile appeared on his face. “Still wearing that scary face, I see.”Adrian gave him a brief look. “You know me.”“I do.” Dr. Cole chuckled. “Now, sit down. Adrian took a seat

“Drive back!” Jackson shouted from behind, finally catching up.But Noval was already shaken. Her hands trembled on the wheel. ““I… I didn’t mean for this to happen…” she muttered.Without thinking further, she reversed the car quickly.Tires screeched.And in panic she turned the vehicle around, picked up Jackson and drove back toward the mansion.********Pinnacle International Medical Hospital ( PIM Hospital)PIM… PIM… PIM…A soft beep.The steady sound of the heart monitor echoed faintly through the room.Isabella’s eyes fluttered open slowly.Her vision was blurry at first—white lights above her, the smell of antiseptic filling the air.She blinked once. Then twice.She tried to move. A sharp pain shot through her head.“Ah…” she groaned softly, her fingers twitching slightly under the blanket.hen her vision finally cleared—She froze.She was in a hospital room.But not just any room. Crystal lighting. Clean marble-like flooring. Soft c

Both of them turned to look at her.“So…” she said quietly, her voice steady in a way it had never been before.“You both really think I’m stupid?”Noval froze slightly. Jackson narrowed his eyes.Isabella stepped forward.One step.Then another.Her voice sharpened.“The person I called my sister…” She turned to Noval.“…and the man I called my husband.”Her eyes burned.“How long has this been going on? Like how long have you guys been dating ?”.Noval forced a nervous laugh.“What are you talking about? Are you okay? Have you lost your mind?”Jackson frowned. “Isabella, stop this nonsense.” Isabella slowly lifted the glass of wine in her hand. Her fingers were steady now. She took a slow sip, her eyes locked on both of them.The room felt heavier than before. Then she smiled. A small, dangerous smile.“So…” she replied quietly, placing the glass down.“You’re both still going to pretend nothing is happening?”Noval blinked. Jac

Her body moved before her mind could stop it.Slowly… carefully… Isabella placed her foot on the first step.Then the next.and so on. Each step felt heavier than the last, her fingers gripping the railing as her breathing grew shallow.The voices became clearer.Noval’s voice came first, soft and almost playful.“…I told you not to worry so much.”A faint sound followed—A laugh.Intimate.Too intimateIsabella’s heart began to pound violently.She climbed higher. this time closer to the door.Then Jackson spoke.“I just don’t want her to find out too soon.”Isabella’s world tilted. Her fingers tightened around the railing, her body beginning to shake.With shaking hands, she slowly reached for her phone.Her fingers nearly slipped as she unlocked it.Then—She pressed record.Novia chuckled softly.“She won’t,” she said confidently. “We’ve been giving her the birth control pills for years, and she still hasn’t suspected a thing.”Followed by the unmistakable sound of… kissing.Isabella

It was their fourth year wedding anniversary Everything was perfect.The grand hall glowed under dazzling lights, filled with laughter, music, and the soft clinking of glasses. At the entrance stood a large, elegant portrait of a couple—Isabella and her husband, Jackson—smiling as if nothing in the world could ever come between them.Beneath it, bold golden letters read:**“Happy 4th Anniversary — Mr. & Mrs. Jackson.”**It was meant to be a night no one would ever forget, A celebration sealed in memory, wrapped in laughter and love. And unforgettable it became. Just not for the right reasons.Isabelle Jackson was already seated inside the hall, dressed beautifully, her presence graceful and composed. Guests filled the room, chatting, drinking, and admiring the luxurious setup.Reporters surrounded the venue, flashlights flickered endlessly. Some were even live-streaming the event.After all, Jackson was a well-known figure. His anniversary was bound to attract attention.Everything