LOGINShe was just a girl who wanted her fairytale wedding night. Isabella got engaged to Xavier Gustavo, her long term crush, but she was a poor country side girl, her world is totally different from that of Xavier. Getting into the Guastovo family was not all roses as she thought, she was constantly maltreated and humiliated by the Guastovo's whenever Xavier was absent. The night came, the night that ruined everything for her as she fell victim to circumstances, leading to an unwanted pregnancy two days to her wedding. She was abandoned at the alse by Xavier in front of the press as he couldn't keep to his promise of standing by her, at of humiliation of being gested as the abandoned bride she decided to commit suicide vowing to come back as a wealthy heiress in her next life but was Saved by an unknown…. She's back, no longer as Isabella Santos the poor wretched girl but now as Mrs Bella Houston most popular and wealthy model, she swore to get back at the Gustavo's for hurting her……
View MoreISABELLA POV The air was calm, yet heavy with memories. I stood quietly in front of the grave, my fingers trembling as I dropped a white flower on it. The petals brushed softly against the stone before falling to the ground. My eyes blurred, and before I could stop them, tears slipped down my cheeks. It had been a rough month. Everything that happened felt like a dream I hadn’t fully woken up from. Xavier’s trial had been the hardest part. He was finally paying for his crimes … for the deaths, for the lies, for what he did to me and all those innocent girls whose lives he ruined. During the trial, it was discovered that he was mentally unstable. The psychiatrists confirmed what everyone already knew ..that he was a sick man, completely consumed by his obsession. And Madam Hilda… she got the worst punishment of all. Her son was locked away in a psychiatric hospital. The mighty Gustavo name had fallen into dust. Their empire collapsed overnight … investors withdrew, shares plummeted
ISABELLA POVEverything felt like it was happening in slow motion. My hands were trembling as I held Drake’s body, shaking him, begging him to open his eyes. “Don’t leave me, please… you have to survive… don’t leave me,” I cried, my voice breaking apart like shattered glass. My tears fell endlessly, soaking his blood-stained shirt. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry for not trusting you… please, just open your eyes,” I whispered, my voice lost between sobs. Broken.My whole body was vibrating, my heart racing so fast it hurt. I could barely breathe. Everything around me became a blur..voices shouting, footsteps rushing closer, lights flickering through the trees.“Madam, let’s take him to the hospital! The helicopter is here!” someone shouted. Their voices felt distant, echoing through my head.They lifted Drake’s limp body onto a stretcher. I stumbled after them, tears clouding my vision. His hand slipped from mine, and I grabbed it quickly, refusing to let go. “Don’t take him away from me!” I sc
DRAKE’S POVThe scream still echoed in my ears…Loud and painful…when I found the body of a lady lying flately dead. She looks so much like Isabella that I got scared at first.It made my chest ache in fear and I moved quickly, quietly through the trees, the smell of gunpowder still heavy in the air. The ground was wet with broken leaves and fear. Then I saw her…Isabella…stumbling forward, her gown torn, her hair a mess of panic and exhaustion.Before she could run again, I wrapped my arm around her waist and covered her mouth gently.“Shh…” I whispered, my voice low and steady. As she struggled in my arms. “It’s me, Isa… it’s Drake.”She froze. Then slowly, her trembling body softened against mine. For a few seconds, we just stood there, breathing in sync, her heart pounding against my chest. The world went silent except for the wind moving through the trees.When I was sure Xavier was gone from the area, I loosened my hold. She turned, eyes wide and wet with tears.“Drake…” she whisp
ISABELLA'S POVEverything happened so fast.One moment Xavier was standing there, his chest heaving, his eyes wild. The next his grip loosened and his body went forward. He crashed to the floor with a sick, hollow sound.I gasped and pressed my palm to my mouth. My fingers came away wet. There was blood on the back of his head. A dark red smear on the floor where his skull hit the wood.I turned and saw her. That same lady.She stood a step behind the small shed, a wooden plank in her hands. Her clothes were torn, her hair a mess, and she had that hard look in her eyes. Up close, my breath caught. She looked like me. Not similar … the same face, the same sharp nose, the same stubborn mouth. It was like seeing a mirror that moved and breathed.Her eyes were full of something I did not know at first. Fury, yes. But also pain. Her face was streaked with dirt and old tears. She stepped closer, the wood held like a tool.“Get out of here. Now.” Her voice snapped me back into motion.My leg
ISABELLA POVEva hadn’t laughed in two days.Not really. Not the wild, belly-deep kind that used to echo through the house like a song. She still smiled when I tickled her. She still nodded when I asked if she was okay.But she wasn’t bubbling.She wasn’t her.It started with silence. Lingering too
DRAKE POVThe first thing I noticed was the cold.The bed beside me was empty, the sheets no longer warm. Her scent still lingered, vanilla and rose and something else, something heartbreakingly hers…but she was gone.I sat up, blinking against the early light.“Isabella?” I called out.Silence.I
Before she stepped into our kitchen like she still belonged, she had been gone for five years, and I wish it had stayed that way.Evelyn Houston (Granny).The ever sophisticated Evelyn Houston. The one who makes an elegant appearance and now, here she was, standing in my home, in front of my daughte
ISABELLA P.O.V My eyes stayed glued on him…his wide smile, the flower in one hand and a gift box in the other. Why was he grinning so much? “Mr. Xav?” I asked to be sure, but the stranger just smiled nervously. “Who are you? And where’s Mr. Xav?” Eva’s tiny voice echoed from behind me. “Oh, sorr
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