Isabella's POV I didn't mean to spend a long time in the bathroom, but my mind was racing with so many thoughts that I lost count of time. However, Kealon didn't complain when I came out later. He seemed relaxed, like he knew I'd definitely spend so long there. Does he really have patience or was this still an act? Well, I gave him just two months—just enough time for his true colors to show. Men could never hide their true nature for long anyway. Sooner or later, the mask covering Kealon’s real face would slip. Honestly, I had seen Brandon’s red flags too, but I was too blinded by love to acknowledge them.I sat on the stool beside my vanity table and I began moisturizing my body. I didn't feel Kealon's gaze on me which meant he was either respectful or didn't find me attractive enough. I wish I didn't care but I was curious to know if he thought my body was nice. “Way to go, Isabella. How would he even tell when you walked out in such a ridiculous huge robe?” A tiny voice said i
Isabella's POV I tried to stomp out of my room to go ask my father why the huge couch in my room had suddenly disappeared. But Kealon came and stood in front of me, instantly stopping me in my tracks. “What?”“Where are you going?” He asked, raising his brow. He stared down at me as if I were a kid who had just added a crazy opinion in an important family meeting.“I'm going to ask my father what happened to my couch.” My tone was firm as I replied. Kealon shook his head as he moved away from me and approached the door. My eyes narrowed slightly when he suddenly locked the door and pulled out the key. “What are you trying to do?”“Are you really going to disturb your father over a couch?” Kealon questioned, shoving both hands into his pocket. “What are you going to tell him? You need the couch back in your room so that your soon-to-be husband can sleep on it?”He took a step forward and I moved back. He smirked. “When you move to my palace, do you think I'll sleep on the couch?”I k
Stella's POVOf course, I didn't stop after that mouth job I gave Brandon. We had sex twice before he finally decided to go have his bath. “What should I wear?” I muttered to myself as I walked over to the wardrobe meant to be for Brandon and Isabella. “How can one have such a boring taste?” I added, frowning at the long nightwear and the ugly prints of two pieces in Isabella's section. I smiled when I found the packet of sexy night gowns I had bought for her a long time ago. I wasn't surprised to see she hadn't opened any…they were far too bold for someone like her, too daring for a woman who clung to decency like it was armor.“Well, good for me because her stupid decency has cost her a perfect man like Brandon.” I chuckled as I brought out a sexy, see-through gown, and I put it on. I walked over to the mirror and a pretty smile crossed my face as I admired myself. My firm boobs were visible in the gown, and it was so short, it barely covered my butt cheeks. Perfect. I packed my
Brandon's POV “Alpha, dinner is ready.”“I'm not hungry,” I said, dismissing the chef who came to call me for dinner. She nodded in understanding then walked away from my room. I sighed, raking my hands through my hair in frustration. Ever since Isabella left, I've not been able to eat, not just because I couldn't find my appetite but also because I had gotten used to her cooking and was finding it hard to eat the food prepared by another person. It's been less than seventy-two hours since my wife left, and I can't shake off the unfamiliar feeling in my chest. Could it be regret?Nah…definitely not. I was very certain I had stopped loving Isabella a year ago, so what was this unfamiliar feeling?At that moment, I was in my room, a little tattered as my eyes had turned red from lack of sleep and my hair was disheveled from running my hands through it every now and then. I was pacing around like a lost kid, my mind swirling with so many thoughts…Okay, I was only thinking about Isabe
Isabella’s POV For the first few seconds, I just stood frozen in shock, staring at King Kealon like he'd just said the most abominable thing. “W-what?”I noticed my hand was still on his chest and tried to pull it off, but his grip around my wrist tightened. If it was even still possible, he moved closer until I was sure we were sharing the same air. “It’s such a shame you don't remember me, Isa…” His breath grazed my lips, causing a tingling sensation to ripple down my spine. However, I kept a straight face on the outside, not wanting him to notice that the proximity between us was affecting her more than it should. “You knew me?” “That's a story for another day.” King Kealon simply said, then tried to walk away, but I grabbed his hand, stopping him, and in a firm tone, I demanded. “If you're not going to tell me where we met, at least tell me why you proposed a marriage between us.” He looked down at my hand wrapped around his wrist and I saw a small smirk spread across his face
Isabella's POV I had totally forgotten that there was another reason why I had run away from home…my father also wanted me to marry someone. Last I remember, I think he'd already arranged a young King for me. I never got to know who the person was or what kingdom he came from and that was because I was not interested. I wanted a real love life and not some political arrangement where my heart had no say. Besides, marrying a King meant that we would have to merge the kingdoms, which equated to me having to deal with so much royal stuff.I heaved a deep sigh, raking my hands through my hair. I couldn't believe we were still talking about marriage, especially after walking away from one in ruins. “I'm sorry, Isabella, I can't allow you to rule this kingdom without a support system…”I did not even let my father finish as I suddenly said, “I'll do it. I'll get married to whoever you've arranged for me.” I didn't really think about it but I agreed, hoping that whoever my father wanted