LOGINIsabella’s POV
“Come with me. The truth is inside the blue room.”Hindi ko na hinintay na ulitin pa ng kambal kong kapatid ang sinabi niya. I followed her through the narrow passage, my heart pounding so loudly that I could barely hear the footsteps approaching from the other side of the mansion.Alexander was outside.The man I loved was holding a gun, threatening to destroy the place where I might finally discover the truth about my father.And tIsabella’s POV“You spent twenty-four years believing I was dead, Alexander. Now tell me, will you welcome your father—or destroy him?”The man standing outside the hospital looked exactly like the person in the photograph.Silver-streaked hair. A perfectly tailored black suit. A face that carried the unmistakable resemblance of Alexander Monteverde.But there was something else about him.Something in his eyes that made my skin crawl.He wasn't looking at the hospital entrance.He was looking directly at our window.At Alexander.“That's him,” Adrian whispered.Alexander didn't move.His phone remained in his hand, the threatening message still glowing on the screen.**I'M HERE TO TAKE BACK MY SON.**“Call security,” Alexander ordered.Adrian immediately reached for his phone.“Already doing it.”“No police,” Alexander added.Adria
Isabella’s POV“If your father is alive, Alexander, then whose funeral did your family bury?”The world was spinning.Every breath felt like broken glass piercing my lungs, and the warmth spreading beneath Alexander's hands reminded me that I was losing blood faster than I could comprehend.But none of that frightened me as much as the expression on his face.Alexander Monteverde was terrified.Not because Richard had tried to kill him. Not because his family had been built upon lies.But because someone had just told him that his real father was still alive.“Alexander,” I whispered.His eyes immediately returned to mine.“Don't move, Bella. Help is coming.”“Who is Elias?”His jaw tightened.“I don't know.”“Then why do you look like you've seen a ghost?”He swallowed hard.“Because I've heard that name before.”My heart skipped.
Isabella’s POV “Me?” The word escaped my lips like a broken whisper. I stared at Richard Monteverde, waiting for him to laugh, to tell me this was another cruel joke, to admit that he had finally gone too far. But he didn't. He simply looked at me with those cold, calculating eyes. “Yes, Isabella. You.” My fingers tightened around the hospital record until the paper began to crumple. “No. That's impossible.” “Is it?” Richard tilted his head. “Your mother was Elena Reyes. Your biological father was Daniel Monteverde. You were born into a family that could have given you everything, yet your mother chose to raise you in poverty.” “Shut up.” “Perhaps she believed suffering would keep you safe.” “SHUT UP!” My voice echoed through the abandoned nursery. For twenty-four years, I had believed my life was nothing more than a series of unfortunate circumstances. My mother's exhaustion. Our unpaid bills. The nights she cried when she thought I was asleep. The way she refused to ans
Isabella’s POVThe elevator doors opened with a soft chime.I stepped into the hospital lobby, clutching Daniel's letter inside my bag. My hands were cold, and my heart wouldn't stop pounding.THE MAN YOU LOVE IS NOT THE SON YOUR FATHER WAS SUPPOSED TO PROTECT.The words replayed inside my head.What did they mean?Was Alexander hiding something from me? Had his family manipulated him, too? Or was there a truth about his birth that could destroy everything we had fought to protect?I wanted to return to his room.I wanted to curl beside him, hold his hand, and pretend that the world outside didn't exist.But my mother was dead.My father was missing.And someone knew the truth.I couldn't keep running from it.I opened my phone and typed a message to Alexander.I'm going to get answers. I promise I'll come back.I stared at the words before deleting
Isabella’s POV“ONE BROTHER WILL LIVE. ONE BROTHER WILL DIE.”I stared at the message on my phone, my fingers trembling so violently that I nearly dropped it.Alexander lay unconscious in my arms, blood soaking through his black shirt. Every second that passed felt like another piece of my heart being ripped away.“Alexander, please.” I pressed my shaking hands against his wound. “Open your eyes. Please, sweetheart. You can't leave me.”His breathing was shallow.Too shallow.“Someone help him!” I screamed.Adrian knelt beside us, his expression pale as he examined his brother's wound.“The bullet went through his shoulder,” he said. “We need to stop the bleeding.”“Then do something!”“I am trying!”His voice cracked, revealing the desperation beneath his cold exterior.For the first time since meeting him, Adrian didn't look like a man consumed by hatred. He looked
Isabella’s POV“Your brother is alive.”I stared at the photograph on my phone, unable to move.The man standing beneath the broken archway of the abandoned chapel looked almost exactly like Alexander. The same dark hair. The same sharp jaw. The same eyes that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken secrets.But there was something different about his expression.Alexander's eyes were intense, sometimes cold, but whenever he looked at me, I could see the tenderness he tried so desperately to hide.The man in the photograph looked at the camera as if he had already lost everything worth living for.“Bella?”Alexander's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.I quickly turned off my phone.“Nothing.”His eyebrows drew together. “You are a terrible liar, sweetheart.”Normally, I would have teased him for calling me that. This time, I couldn't even smile.He stepped closer and gen







