Raph beamed, revealing all his whites as he smiled."I will be 20 in a few days," he replied."It's my first time seeing you around. When did you arrive?" Nicholas' tone was strangely soft, surprising everyone in the room. Even Marcus was not left out."It's been a year, Sir."Seeing the questioning gaze in Nicholas' eyes, Marcus interrupted in their conversation, "After the incident with my son last year, I asked Raphael to come join me here. You have been mostly out of the mansion in the past year so that's the reason you weren't aware of his presence."Nicholas gave a curt nod. He could vaguely remember the man taking a long leave in the previous year due to a car accident that took the lives of his son and daughter-in-law. He could guess Raph was Marcus' grandson."So, do you have anything to say about what happened while I was away? Anything about the party or whatever you can think of," he asked.Raph nodded vigorously, ignoring the signal his grandfather was throwing at him."S
Nicholas stepped closer to the bed, his eyes narrowing at Isabella's action of covering her body. "How have you been?" he asked."Me? I—I have been well! Perfectly well...Nicholas," she added the last word after a moment of thought, as if she was wondering if he would be annoyed by that or not."I could tell. I've been here earlier today and I must say, you seemed to have enjoyed yourself during my absence," he murmured, his tone laced with sarcasm.Isabella, however, didn't notice anything wrong with what he said."How was y—your trip?" she stuttered, clenching and unclenching her hand that tightly gripped the sheets."Hectic, as usual. Though this one was particularly worse since someone refused to pick her calls or even return the calls she missed for two whole weeks.""Ah... I'm sorry for that. I was...Busy and uh—I did..." Isabella stopped talking when Nicholas took another step closer to the bed. If he took one more, he would be right beside her. And he did."I heard about the p
Five years ago...17 year old Isabella waited alongside the rest of the Yates family members with their maids and butlers, outside the family mansion. As usual, she was positioned at the back of the maids, and her presence was just as important as that of Angela who was standing beside her. She was basically invisible."They allowed you out of the dark room because of the guest that's to arrive today?" Angela asked, surprise evident in her eyes. Isabella was usually locked in the dark room for a minimum of two weeks, but this time around she was already out even though she had only been there for just two days."That's what I think," Isabella replied. Tilting her head so she could see if her family members had already taken their positions in front of the workers, she added, "It was tougher this time. Dad put some bugs in the room."She rolled her sleeves up to reveal the purplish bite marks which she had itched until it turned to bigger wounds."Oh my goodness, Bella! How did you man
Back to present...Isabella was taking the same decision with Nicholas. She knew being on his side was the same as being on the most powerful side, if she was comparing him to her parents. And at least for now, he wasn't whipping her yet so she could take shelter behind him.She might have to suffer just like she did with Mrs Grey those years before but it was still preferable to getting whipped and locked in the dark room with its countless torture weapons and insects. "You said what?" Nicholas' voice snapped her out of her thoughts."I did it myself."Nicholas tilted his head, staring down at her with a complex gaze. Though he didn't want to believe her words that she did all these to herself, David's words from when he had asked whom the latter suspected to poison Isabella at the wedding banquet, echoed in his mind."Miss Yates refused to tell you what was wrong with her even after you showed you were annoyed. And after it got to your knowledge, she still refused to accept the tab
Isabella inhaled deeply, calling up the courage which she knew didn't exist, from deep within her. She knew she had to do this, for she had absolutely no power over this.Turning to look at the girl behind her, her friend, she said, "Let's go in."She placed her hand on the door knob and pushed it open as the person behind her also pushed her wheelchair inside the room. Her movement stopped when she got to the desk, and even with her head bowed slightly, Isabella knew that her friend had left her alone in the room, alone with her husband."Welcome home. I hope your drive was not stressful?"She snapped her head up when she heard that cold and gruff voice, and her eyes immediately came in contact with his face. His deep set, expressive blue eyes which were fixed on her, his frowning face with chiseled jawline, and his large muscled body which were moving towards her right now. With jaws slacked in surprise, Isabella wondered how a man could be this handsome."Miss Yates?" He sounded an
"What's the matter, Princess?" Lucas turned to her and asked, the earlier smile on his face now transformed into a frown."I...I didn't know that I was leaving tonight. Don't I need to pack? Also...""Hazel," Lucas called, cutting his daughter off.Hazel nodded in understanding and pushed Isabella away from there, stopping her from asking any more stupid questions. When they were a little distance away from the living room, she stopped and went to stand before Isabella."What are you trying to do by asking that stupid question over there? Shouldn't you know that you are supposed to pack? You don't think Mr. Hunt would waste his money buying dresses for someone like you, right?"Isabella was silent, not able to find any words to refute her mother's claim. In fact, she could not dare to do it as the scars on her body were not healed yet."Okay then. You should start packing now, I'll send Angela over to help you. Mr Hunt's driver is waiting outside already."And she was gone. Isabella h
Isabella was silent for a while, wondering if she had heard well."I asked you to read out the speech on that paper," Nicholas repeated, his expression hardening. His hands balled into fists where they were lying on the table, and that action did not miss Isabella's face. Was he about to beat her?"I...I don't. I can't read it," she stuttered, squirming uncomfortably in her seat."What do you mean you can't read it, Miss Yates? I do know you are your family's adored princess but now, you are married into the Yates family and you should at least cooperate and do whatever I ask you to. That is just the speech you will give to the press at our wedding banquet tomorrow, so you have to read it!"Isabella shivered at the angry tone of his voice. She could tell he was mocking her from his words, 'adored princess', as it was not possible that he did not know how irrelevant she was in her father's house."I really can't read it," she whispered again, trying to convince them.This time around,
Nicholas' eyes searched the desk in his study, as he looked for his ear pods which he had placed here the previous evening. He knew none of the maids would dare to steal something so dear to him, or even take it away from the table since they all knew what it meant to him."David," he called his assistant who was standing just a few metres behind him."Yes, Mr Hunt.""Ask Marcus to compile the list of maids and butlers who got in here since yesterday morning. I need all of them in the next one hour," he ordered."Yes Sir," David replied. Still standing in that same spot, he sent a message to the butler before assuming his normal posture.Nicholas' gaze swept around the room one last time, the frown on his face deepening."What is Isabella doing?" he asked."Mrs Hunt has been in her room since yesterday morning, together with her friend, after the latter was caught trying to leave the mansion," David reported, his voice sounding like that of a robot. "They wanted to escape?""It does