Chapter 22 - His

Isabella was staring at the intelligent, stunning and sporadically tender man, her husband, reflecting if that was what destiny had in store for her.

A few days ago, she was just Isabella... Isabella Duarte.

A waitress who lived in a rental one-room apartment in Madrid. Perhaps a bit of a loner, as she had absolutely no dear friend or family, yet she was independent and perfectly satisfied with how life was going at that particular time.

Even if most girls her age went from party to party and took everything for granted, even if she had to work for every single thing in her life, she was content that way.

And now... Now she found challenging to even breathe normally while a whole new identity was handed to her, someone who was not her, someone who would be in the position to shower in money if that was her ambition, who would attend galas and host business receptions, who would have a car at her disposal with a personal driver.

‘For God’s sake, someone who will have a helicopter and