LOGINIsabelle’s POVI watched her carefully, waiting to see how he would react.He didn't look surprised at all. At least, not in the way I expected him to. He stood there with his usual calmness, his expression difficult to read, while the woman almost pressed herself on him.Seeing them like that, an uncomfortable stir rose in my chest.I couldn't explain it. I had no reason to feel that way, and I certainly wasn't going to admit that it was jealousy. But I didn't like the way she looked at him. Or how comfortable she seemed standing so close to him. And I couldn't hear what she was telling him. Donavin didn't reach for a glass or make any attempt to return her toast. He had barely touched any of the drinks offered to him since we arrived. Considering what had happened at the previous gala, I supposed he had every reason to be careful.Still, the woman seemed unbothered by his lack of response. I watched as she lowered her glass, her flirtatious smile remaining in place.I thought he wa
ISABELLE I was sitting on the couch, picking grapes from the small bowl on my lap, when Donavin walked in.He had his phone pressed against his ear, and judging by the expression on his face, whatever conversation he was having wasn't particularly pleasant.I continued eating, paying little attention until he ended it and looked in my direction. "Isabelle, I need you to get ready. We're leaving in an hour."I stopped chewing. "Where are we going?""A business gala. The arrangements changed at the last minute, and I'll need you to accompany me.""Tonight?""Yes".I looked at the bowl in my lap, then at him. "An hour isn't exactly a lot of time.""You don't have to rush. Just get ready." He glanced at his watch before walking away.I put the bowl aside and went upstairs. By the time I got to my room, one of the maids had brought out designee, couture, dresses. I checked them through before settling on a fitted evening dress that I thought would be suitable.I changed into it and st
Isabelle's POVAfter my shower, I changed into something comfortable and went downstairs.I wasn't particularly sleepy, and spending the rest of the evening alone in my room didn't seem appealing. So I settled on the sofa, picked up the remote and searched for something to watch.I was halfway through an episode when Donavin came downstairs.He had a tablet in his hand and a few documents tucked under his arm. He glanced at me before walking towards the living room."You're still awake?"I looked at him. "It is not that late."He didn't respond. Instead, he placed the documents on the coffee table and settled into the opposite sofa.I returned my attention to the television, occasionally glancing at him as he went through his files.After a while, I noticed his attention shifting whenever something happened on the screen."Is the sound bothering you?" I asked."No."I nodded and continued watching.A few minutes later, he looked towards the television."What are you watching?""A seri
Isabelle’s POV"Ouch!" My head hit what felt like it was made of brick, and I sucked in a sharp breath, and grabbed onto something to steady myself.When I pressed on them, they felt tight, built like a wall of muscles.Wait! Muscles? The smell of cedar and whiskey hit me immediately, and it took me a while to register what was happening.Aside from me, there could only be one person who would be home by this time. I quickly pulled away like I was prickled, wanting to put a few steps between us.But my brain was all over the place. I stumbled, losing my footing completely and my eyes widened as I braced myself for the fall which never came.When I blinked, I felt a strong, steady arm wrapped around me. And then the lights came on.I squinted, then peeled my eyes open when I didn't hear him speak."Mr Prescott, that... that was a mistake. I'm sorry". His face was blank. Except for his strong heartbeat that thudded close to my ears. I could feel the heat radiating off his body.He sti
Donavin's POVMercer's apartment was smaller than I expected.One bedroom, one window, and a kitchen table with a stack of hospital bills on it, sorted by date and weighed down with a mug. Kai was already going through the drawers. “Nothing in the closet, sir. No passport. No cash.”“Phone?”He held up a cheap black phone in an evidence bag. “Wedged behind the fridge. One number was saved on it. Just the letter D.”I dialed it from my own phone. A flat voice answered. The number you have dialed is no longer in service.I stood in the middle of that small room and looked at the bills again. Showing whatever that he did, it was due his mother. And knowing this made the part of me that wanted to crush him hesitate.We kept him in a locked room at the back of my downtown estate. It wasn't a cell. It was a room with a table, two chairs, and a window painted shut. I ruled Manhattan, and keeping one person locked up was a piece of cake. Mercer sat very straight with his hands flat on the
Isabelle's POV My 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. “Wh







