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The Salvador Scandal
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2025-09-15 17:35:24
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Damien's Willing Captive Brunch With the In-laws
ISABELLA’S POV Two hours later, the preparation began. The dress came in a gold-embossed garment bag that screamed “steal me and get rich.” Agnes opened it and literally gasped like she’d just seen Beyoncé rise from the grave of her bank account. “Oh my God,” she whispered, touching the silk like it was sacred. “If I wear this, I might start menstruating money.” It was an emerald green Dior haute couture gown. Off-shoulder. Sculpted bodice. The kind of thing you wear when you're about to dethrone someone. Paired with diamond drop earrings and strappy Louboutins that probably cost more than my entire school debt. When I stepped out of the bedroom, fully dressed and made-up by Jace’s glam squad, Agnes dropped her phone. Literally dropped it. Screen down. Didn’t even flinch. “ISABELLA. Salvador. You look like you just ate Cinderella and took her job.” I twirled. “You think she’ll approve?” “Approve? Babe, she’ll combust.” Agnes wore a white, pearl-studded blazer
Damien's Willing Captive Mrs Salvador?!
ISABELLA’S POV My brain short-circuited. Every rational thought I ever had went offline. I should’ve thrown it at him. Should’ve told him to burn in his gold-plated hell. Or at least dramatically gasped and backed away like in those cheesy soap operas Agnes watches at midnight when she can’t sleep. But what did I do? I took the damn ring. Against every warning in my head. Against the ‘Isabella, girl, this is how people disappear voice.’ Against all odds, reason, and common sense—I. Took. The. Ring. And of course, Jace grinned like he’d just won the bloody Super Bowl. He took my hand, slid the ring on, and said with all the smug satisfaction in the world, “Soon-to-be Mrs. Salvador.” I stared at the ring like it had just whispered betrayal into my soul. “It’s pretend, Jace. Pretend. You know that, right?” He raised an eyebrow. “Remember what they say. Fake it till you make it, sweetheart.” Ugh. I could already feel the migraine forming behind my left eye.
Damien's Willing Captive The Salvador Scandal
ISABELLA’S POV The thing about pretending? It only works when you control the story. When you hold the pen. When you set the pace. But life? Life loves to snatch the pen and set fire to the whole damn script. The next morning, I woke up to chaos. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. A symphony of notifications, buzzing like an angry hive of bees. Last night, Agnes nearly shit in her pants when we heard the knock on the door. We were ready to replay a scene in scream or any tragic horror movie when I heard the voice that called my name. It turned out to be Mrs Thelma at the door last night. She just wanted to borrow some soy sauce. Said she forgot to buy. “Just pick your goddamn phone, Bella!” Agnes groaned, covering her ears with the pillow as the phone rang again. I picked it up and the screen flickered on. It’s barely 11am and I’m getting this many calls on a damn weekend! Missed calls. Unread messages. Voicemails. A deluge of texts from an unknown number.
Damien's Willing Captive The Visitor
ISABELLA’S POV I was chilled to the bone by the time I made it upstairs. The weather was unreasonably cold tonight, sending waves of goosebumps all over my body. I should’ve never gotten into that car in the first place. I shouldn’t have fallen for his threats, but I did. And what? Tacos? Who says that?! The hallway was too quiet. The kind of quiet that pressed against your eardrums until they rang. I keyed into my apartment, pushing the door open cautiously. The scent of cinnamon-scented wax melts still lingered in the air, soft and familiar. But something else lingered too. I didn’t notice it at first. Not really. I was halfway through kicking off my shoes when a strange chill crawled up my spine. Something was… off. The couch throw was rumpled. Had I left it like that this evening? Maybe. I was in a rush. But the real alarm bells didn’t ring until I reached the kitchen. I froze. The mug. The stupid gray mug with the chipped handle that I distinctly remember
Damien's Willing Captive Who Wrote this Script?!
ISABELLA’S POV You know those moments where you think your brain misheard something? Like maybe the universe glitched for a second? Yeah. That’s what this felt like. Because surely, surely Jace didn’t just call me his fiancée in front of his aristocratic mother, a villainous socialite, and a woman who literally just oozed “I-own-him” energy. Right? Except… everyone was staring. At me. At us. The chandelier didn’t fall. No lightning crashed through the window to save me. No fire alarm miraculously went off to grant me an escape. Just silence. Anastasia’s nails tapped once against her wine glass. A single, sharp click that sounded like the beginning of a war. Mrs Salvador’s lips were pressed into a line so thin it could’ve sliced marble. Jessie was the first to move, dabbing the corner of her lips with a napkin, doing her best to hide her wicked little grin like this was the best dinner theater she’d ever witnessed. “You’re engaged?” Mrs Salvador’s voice came
Damien's Willing Captive Fiancée? But I Just Got Here!
ISABELLA'S POV The doors opened and the interior of the mansion hit me like a blast of royalty. Gold accents. Massive chandeliers. A staircase that probably led to Narnia. And a floor so shiny I could see the shame in my reflection. He led me to the dining room, which looked like the royal court was about to convene. Long polished mahogany table. Crystal wine glasses. A vase of orchids that probably cost more than my rent. And there she was. The Devil’s mother. Perched at the far end of the table, perfectly manicured, powdered, and pressed. When her eyes met mine, her lips curled like I’d tracked mud into the Louvre. “Good evening, Mrs Salvador,” I greeted politely with a forced smile. "You made me wait for her?" she hissed at Jace. He gave her a smile that was half sarcasm, half ice. "Calm down, Mother. You heard what the doctor said during his last visit. Anger’s not good for your health." She shot him a death glare. He pulled out a chair for me like this was
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