LOGINThe morning light felt too bright as Claire and I drove toward Uncle Daniel’s house. My cheek still carried a faint sting from yesterday’s slap, a reminder that lingered every time I touched it. Claire sat in the passenger seat, hands folded tightly in her lap, staring straight ahead. Her jaw was set, but I could see the slight tremble in her fingers. She hadn’t said much since we left the villa. Just “Let’s go” when I asked if she was sure.I kept my eyes on the road, the familiar streets leading to the upscale neighborhood where Uncle Daniel lived. The houses grew larger, the lawns perfectly manicured, the kind of place where scandals were whispered behind closed doors rather than shouted in headlines.“You don’t have to do this,” I said quietly, glancing at her. “We can turn around. No one would blame you.”Claire shook her head, her voice steady despite the tension in her shoulders. “I do have to do this. If I’m going through with the wedding next week, I need to face them. All of
Isabella's POV When I finally pulled up to the villa, the sun was already climbing higher, casting long shadows across the driveway. I sat there for a moment, engine off, staring at the house through the windshield. My stomach twisted. I didn’t know how to tell them what had happened. I didn’t know how to explain that I had crossed a line I couldn’t uncross.I got out of the car, the gravel crunching under my shoes. The front door opened before I reached it. Mom stepped out first, her eyes narrowing the moment she saw my face.“Isabella? What happened to your cheek?”I touched it again, the skin tender. “Claire.”Victor appeared behind her, his expression darkening. Lucas followed, then Maria and Lila. The twins hung back in the doorway, watching silently.Mom reached for me, her fingers gentle as they brushed my cheek. “She hit you?”I nodded, swallowing hard. The sting was nothing compared to the guilt churning in my gut.“I went to see her,” I said. “She found out about Kelvin. Ab
Isabella Pov“Just do it,” Claire snapped. Her eyes were hard, but there was something else there… determination mixed with pain. “I need to see this for myself.”I pulled out my phone with shaking fingers. My cheek still throbbed from her slap. I found Kelvin’s number and dialed. It rang twice before he picked up, his voice cautious.“Isabella? What’s going on?”I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Kelvin, you need to come over to Claire’s apartment. It’s urgent. We need to talk about something important.”He hesitated. “Is everything okay? The wedding's cancelled already, I thought—”“Just come,” I said, cutting him off. “Please. It’s important.”He sighed. “Fine. I’ll be there in twenty.”I hung up and looked at Claire. She was pacing again, arms crossed tight over her chest, her breathing uneven. The apartment felt even smaller now, the walls pressing in.“He’s coming,” I said.Claire nodded once. She didn’t look at me. She walked to the window, staring out at the city l
Isabella’s POV My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Claire’s name flashed across the screen.I answered quickly, sitting up.“Claire? What’s wrong?”Her voice came through tight and shaky. “You need to come over. Right now. My apartment. Please.”I didn’t ask questions. “I’m on my way.”I threw on jeans and a simple T-shirt, grabbed the keys to one of the cars Victor had left for us, and slipped out before anyone else woke up. The drive to Claire’s downtown apartment took twenty minutes. The city felt too loud after the quiet of the villa… horns blaring, footsteps on sidewalks, the normal chaos of people who didn’t know our names were everywhere.I knocked on her door. It opened almost immediately.Claire stood there in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, eyes red and swollen, hair messy like she hadn’t slept. She didn’t say hello. She just stepped aside so I could come in.The apartment smelled like stale coffee and burger. Takeout boxes were stacked on the counter. The TV was muted o
Isabella’s POV Dawn broke slow and golden over the terrace, painting the pool water in soft pinks and oranges. The house was still mostly asleep—soft breathing behind closed doors, the occasional creak of settling wood, the distant hum of a fishing boat far out on the horizon. I hadn’t slept. Not really. After Sasha slipped out the side door at 4 a.m., with a single trembling hug and a whispered “thank you” that felt like goodbye, I sat on the edge of the bed until the sky lightened, replaying every moment we shared. Not the sex. The surrender. The way she cried against my throat, like she was finally allowed to break.I came downstairs to the smell of fresh coffee.Maria stood at the stove, hair twisted into a loose knot, an apron tied around her waist, stirring something that smelled like cinnamon and vanilla. Lila sat at the island, phone in hand, scrolling slowly. Her face looked pale in the screen’s glow. She glanced up when I walked in.“You didn’t sleep,” she said. It wasn’t
I woke up to the sound of a text message notification at 3:17 a.m.My phone lights up on the nightstand, the sharp blue glow slicing through the dark.I stared at the unknown number for some minutes, it wasn't Camilla, who again could it be.I sighed, unlocked my phone and opened the text.SASHA boldly written.*I’m outside the front gate. Let me in or I start screaming and wake the whole island. We need to talk. Now.*My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my throat. What was she doing here, I sat up quickly, the sheets pooling around my waist and stared toward the window. Moonlight spilled cold and silver across the floorboards.I typed back:*Ask the security to show you to the side door. Kitchen entrance. Quietly.*She didn't reply. Just the read receipt.I slipped out of bed. Camilla was gone, that sneaky bitch. I wore Lucas’s oversized T-shirt he had left in my room the night before over my head, no bra, no panties, just bare feet silent on cool tile as I walked
The villa was dark when I slipped back inside after Marcus dropped me off. The clock on the kitchen wall read 3:19 a.m. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the distant crash of waves outside. I moved barefoot through the hallway, still sticky between my thighs, the love pen
Isabella’s POV Police cars rolled through the front gate, blue and red lights flashing across the lawn. The sirens were turned off… quiet and professional. Four cruisers and two unmarked sedans. The men in uniforms stepped out first, then plainclothes detectives… two women, and one man with badge
Camilla’s POV I woke up feeling like a queen on coronation day. I looked at the mirror in my walk-in closet; a black pencil skirt hugging my hips like a second skin, slit high enough to show a flash of thigh when I moved. Crisp white silk blouse, unbuttoned just low enough. Red lipstick, heels tha
Isabella’s POV I saw Lila dash out of the house.“Lila!” I called out. She hesitated but walked down to where we stood, her gazed drop to our joined hands. She swallowed.“What's going on?” Lucas asked, looking towards the house.“I heard Camilla in the study… she called the police.”I clenched my







