Mag-log inIsabella’s POV I stepped out of Claire’s apartment for some moments under the guise of picking up a delivery. The apartment felt smaller after she told me everything. The air was heavy with her tears and my silence. We sat on couch for another half hour, her head on my shoulders, my arm around her, until she finally straightened up and wiped her face. “I can't do this alone,” she said again. “I asked him to come here tonight. Eight o’ clock.”I nodded. “I'll be there.”She hugged me one more time, like the only thing she had left in this world. Then I left.The drive home was blurry. I kept replaying her words in my head. *When he's inside me… it's the only time I feel alive*I knew that feeling. I felt it with Lila. With Camilla and with the twins.I didn't tell anyone where I was going that night. I just waited until seven-thirty, then I wire a simple black dress. Nothing flashy, nothing that screamed “I'm about to walk into a disaster” and drove back to Claire’s apartment. Sh
Isabella’s POVI thought I could keep like separate boxes in my head: One for Lila’s bed and her wicked smile. One for Camilla’s satin robe and her clinical, filthy “examinations.”One for Noah’s desperate hallway kiss. One for Ethan’s quiet confession and the way he looked at me while he poured his seed inside me.But the shitty boxes were leaking. And the leak smelled like guilt and jasmine and the metallic tang of secrets that were starting to rust.Claire called me at 10 a.m on a Tuesday. I was reluctant to pick, I wasn't cut for any kind of stress that day.I picked eventually, what's family for. Her voice cracked on the first word.“Bella? Can you come over? I need… I need to talk.”I didn't ask any questions. I just grabbed my car keys.Claire’s apartment was twenty minutes away. It was high-rise, glass walls, and gave you a view of the city that made you feel like we're floating above ear else’s mess.She opened the door in yoga pants and an oversized hoodie, her eyes were
Isabella’s POV I needed to get out of the house, maybe good shopping or gaming. Anything to clear my head. Every corner reminded me of something— Lila's bed, Camilla's satin robe, Ethan’s mouth between my legs, Noah’s desperate kiss in the hallway. I couldn't breathe inside anymore. I texted Nate, our driver, at 3 p.m. His reply came in under a minute. I grabbed a light jacket, frayed, and sneaked out using the side entrance before anyone could ask questions. Nate was already waiting in the black SUV, windows tinted, engine purring low. He stepped out when he saw me, opened the back door like always. “Where to, Miss Isabella?” Slid into the seat. “Just drive. Out of the city to somewhere quiet.” He nodded, no questions asked. That's why I liked Nate. He never pried. We pulled out of the gate and headed west, passing manicured estates and golf courses, towards the winding roads that led to the hills. The city fell way behind us. I leaned my head against the glass. Watched
Isabella’s POVI avoided everyone like my life depended on it. After I snucked into my room, at 5.am., in the morning, I left Ethan still asleep and snoring lightly.I locked my door, curtains drawn, and my phone on Do Not Disturb. I told Maria I had a migraine when she knocked with a tray of tea and toast. She left it outside without pushing to know what was wrong. One of the things I liked about her.But Sasha wasn't buying it.My phone lit up around noon with her flashing like an accusation.*What's up with you. You ghosting me now? What the hell is going on in that house?*I stared at the message until the screen went dark. Then It buzzed again.*Isabella. Answer me. Else, I'm coming over.*I kicked my foot in the air, groaned, and typed back quickly before I could grit it.*Fine. Back gate. 2 p.m.*I didn't want her inside the main house. Not today. Not with Noah’s taste still lingering in my memory and Ethan’s quiet stare burning burning holes in my brain. She showed up at 2:0
Isabella's POV The twins had been home less than twenty-four hours, the house felt smaller. Lately, my room has been my safe haven. My supposed bestie said she was gonna come around her ignored her text, I was just so lost.Dinner felt like work to me. All those tensions and unwanted attention were just suffocating.Dad was causally talking about business, Camilla pouring wine with the perfect hostess smile, Noah cracking jokes I didn't find funny, and Ethan watching everything like he was taking mental notes for later. I barely tasted the food. Because every time Noah's knees brushed mine under the table or Ethan’s gaze lingered too long on me, my skin remembered the night with Lila and Camilla. Then suddenly, the fork in my hand felt like thor’s hammer.I found Ethan in the hallway just outside my room, leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting for me. “Hey,” he said quietly. His deep voice vibrated in me.“Hey.”He looked at me… like really looked, but not the casual glan
Isabella’s POV I dragged myself out of bed around nine and stayed in the shower until the water ran cold. It was my turn to use a concealer in covering the worst of the marks.I wore a high-neck top, long jeans. I picked up my phone, messages from my twin brothers about their return flooding my phone. I told them I didn't care. They should remain there, or fuck their way to hell.Deep down I knew I lied. I wanted them home so badly. Something about them made me feel… wanted.When I finally went downstairs, the kitchen smelled of pancakes and bacon.Dad was at the island, scrolling through emails on his phone, he only went to work when it was very important.Camilla was pouring orange juice into glasses, looking calm, and perfect like last night had been a dream.I won't lie she was beautiful and pretty, Dad really got eyes for good things.She looked up when I walked in and smiled. The same warm, motherly smile she always gave me in the morning. “Good morning, darling. Did you sleep







