Mag-log inIsabelle's POVMy room looks nothing like the medical suite I'd stayed in before. The bed was wide, with soft cream sheets and several pillows arranged neatly against the headboard. There was a small sitting area by the window, a wardrobe large designed to hold more clothes than I owned, and a private bathroom. The following morning, after taking my bath, I went downstairs to look for him.“Mr. Prescott is in his study, Miss.”vA we can't noticed ne glancing around, and spoke up.“Thank you.”I was directed to the student located on the second floor. Quiet, spotless and a plaxe where I watched the servants back away from.“Miss, the fifth door is the study”.I nodded, swallowing the question I almost asked.“Mr Prescott”. I knocked, but there wasn't any response.“Mr Prescott. Are you in there?” I knocked again. And this time, the door opening from the inside startled me so hard I almost fell forward. Donavin stood right in front of me, expressions locked in.“What are you doing here
Isabelle's POVWhatever this was, I have to discuss it with Donavin. He didn't tell me I'll be coming back here tonight. Because I wasn't planning on going back.The ride back to the penthouse was quiet.I sat by the window, watching the city lights pass by as the driver made his way through the streets. It was my first time seeing the building at night, and when the car finally pulled up, I couldn't help staring at how magnificent it was.Thinking that the penthouse looked even more impressive under the night lights. It must be so good living a rich life. I couldn't even afford to rent a single apartment of my own.I stepped out of the car and followed the driver inside. A few servants were waiting when I entered, and they immediately greeted me with polite bows.“Welcome back, Miss Hart.”“Ah… thank you,” I replied, feeling slightly uncomfortable with all the attention. Was this how they usually do over here? Even some royalties do not deserve this kind of attention. Because it wa
Isabelle’s POVChloe’s voice chirped through the speaker the moment I picked up.“Isabelle. Are you insane? Where have you been? It’s been almost two days since I last saw you. You didn’t even come home or call me. You’ve been unreachable this whole time.”“Chloe,” I said calmly. “Where are you?”“Going to work,” she answered. On the other end, I heard the sound of lights being switched off. “I’ll see you when you're back. I have something to tell you.”“Okay.. ” she trailed. “But are you safe?”“Yes”. I replied. “Then I'll wait for you”.At evening, the old servant came back downstairs and found me in the sitting room, pacing around.“Miss, why aren't you resting in your room?” she asked.“I’m fine.” I gave her a weak smile. “Dinner is almost ready”. She announced.“But can I go home once I’m done with dinner?”“I don’t know.” She looked at me skeptically. “Why not wait for the boss to come back? He rarely comes home, but with you around, I bet he won't stay away for long today.”
Isabelle's POVI woke up to the soft rustling of curtains and the faint sound of footsteps outside the room.I tried to stand up, and the dull ache of my body reminded me that I hadn't quite recovered from everything i had gone through. I rested a hand over my stomach, remembering the doctor's words as I tried to reassured myself.My baby was fine. And that was all that mattered.I slowly pushed myself up against the pillows, my eyes wandering to the bedside post.My phone. I had lost it that night. I had no money to buy another one even if I wanted to. Guess I'll have to remain like that for now.And as for Chloe, I wondered how many times she'd tried to reach me. She must have been worried, especially after I didn't return home for two consecutive days.“Miss Hart?” A maid pushed the door open. “You're awake”. Her smile was polite."Good morning, miss.""Good morning.""I hope you slept well.""Much better than yesterday.""I'm glad to hear that. Mr. Prescott asked us to make sure
Donavin’s POVThere was too much to look into, and too many questions I needed answers to.By the time Kai walked into my study, I had gone through the same document over and over again.“Sir, we've confirmed the bus was rented through a shell account.”“Were you able to find out who actually did it?”“We're still tracing the account, but the details were deliberately hidden. So it might need a bit more time.”“Okay”. I rubbed my temples. “Anything from the man Marcus caught?”“He's still claiming he doesn't know who hired him. He said he received instructions through an intermediary and was paid to take the woman. And he was simply doing his job.”“How about the person who hired him?”“He claims the person who did was wearing a mask so he couldn't identify him.”“Keep working on it” I said. “We need to find everything.” Even though I was now able to narrow everything down do one path, which was city center, I still needed solid evidence.“Yes, sir.” He responded, and left. I sat th
Isabelle’s POVThe moment I crawled out of the tall plants, I saw him.Donavin. I stared at him, unable to believe he was actually the one standing there.My face was covered in dirt, my clothes were a mess, and I could barely keep myself upright. But none of that mattered anymore.I didn't know what came over me. The moment our eyes met, I burst into tears.“Donavin!” I ran towards him and threw my arms around his neck.A sob escaped me as I buried my face against his chest. I hadn't realised how frightened I was until then. I had spent what felt like forever running, hiding, and wondering if I would ever get out of those woods.And now,it felt like my desperate prayers were answered. He had come to save me!Donavin didn't move at first. His body went completely stiff, and for a moment, I wondered if I had done something wrong. But I couldn't bring myself to let him go.Then, slowly, one of his arms came around my back like he was afraid to touch me and didn't know where to put his







