She 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……
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I staggered, my feet already sore, the little bag in my hand swinging limply. I had walked a long distance, and it was already late. I picked up my pace as the cold breeze slapped against my skin. The wind howled, and the trees danced like they were swaying to a silent song, their branches flapping wildly in the rhythm of the pouring rain. It drenched me completely, adding to my frustration. My hair clung to my face like glue. I adjusted my glasses, trying to see clearly. My clothes stuck to my body, my entire frame trembling from the cold. Almost there. I encouraged myself as the house gate finally came into view. I’m Isabella Santos. Just a simple girl from the countryside who somehow caught the attention of the almighty Xavier Gustavo…the heir to Gustavo Group Limited, the wealthiest and most powerful family in California. Or should I say... unlucky? Sigh. Xavier met me at the coffee shop where I worked and confessed his love. It felt like a dream come true. I had always crushed on him, and now, I'm engaged to him. I know what you're thinking..then why do I look so pathetic right now? Because getting into the Gustavo family wasn’t the fairy tale I imagined. They despise me. His mother makes life a living hell, his kid sister Macy is worse than the devil, and his father, though barely around, made his disdain clear with the look he gave me the day Xavier introduced me. I finally reached the front gate and rang the bell. “Madam, why are you walking in the rain?” the gatekeeper, Mr. George, asked with concern. “I just went to get something. I'm fine, Mr. George,” I assured him with a small smile. He’s the only one here who treats me like a human being, besides Xavier. I gave him a reassuring look and walked straight into the mansion. In the living room, Macy and Ma Hilda (Xavier’s mother)..were seated on the velvet sofa, watching a drama on TV with focused expressions. “Here,” I said, stretching out the bag to Macy. “Trash it. I don’t need it anymore.” “What?! You said you had a headache! I walked all that way in the rain to get you medicine!” I said, my voice rising with frustration. “And I said I don’t need it anymore!” she snapped, eyes still glued to the screen. Ma Hilda smirked beside her like a proud mentor watching her apprentice perform. I took a deep breath and turned to go upstairs. I needed to get out of these wet clothes before I caught the flu. “Wait. Get me a glass of water.” I paused, glancing at the maids loitering nearby. Why me? Why not one of them? “Macy, please ask the maids. I’m soaked. I need to change, please,” I pleaded, trying to walk away. “Don’t you dare walk out on me! I told you to get me water and you’re referring me to them? Are you crazy?!” I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palm to stop myself from lashing out. I was trying…really trying..to avoid trouble. I turned and went to the kitchen. When I returned, handing her the glass, she shouted, “What is this?! I said orange juice, not water!” I blinked. “But you clearly asked for water, Macy.” She pouted and burst into fake tears. “So now you’re calling me a liar? In my own father’s house?!” Ma Hilda stood up, voice sharp. “How dare you make my precious daughter cry, you filthy thing?!” “But Ma’am, you were right here! You heard—” Pah! The slap hit me so hard my ears rang, my glasses cracking at the edge. My face burned, and for a moment, I couldn’t hear a thing. “I’m not your mother,” she hissed. “Your wretched one is probably still crawling around that countryside.” Her words stabbed deeper than her palm. My chest tightened. Tears slipped out uncontrollably. I hated myself for being poor. For being weak. I noticed the maids whispering. Some giggled. Others looked at me with pity. The door opened. Long legs in sleek tuxedo pants strode in. That face…perfectly sculpted, sharp nose, amber eyes. My breath caught. Xavier. The reason I endured all this. My heart fluttered. Finally… relief. “Good evening, Mum,” he said, pecking her cheek. “Evening, son.” I looked down, biting my finger nervously. I waited..hoped…for him to notice me. Then his eyes found mine. “Isa… why are you all wet?” “She went out in the rain just to buy me medicine,” Macy cut in sweetly, looping her arm in mine. “She’s such a sweetheart.” I blinked at her in disbelief. “I know, right?” Xavier smiled at me. I blushed as my heart bloomed at his praise. I was so whipped. “Come on, you need to get changed,” he said, gently taking my hand. My skin tingled where he touched me. Even though we were engaged, we barely spent time together. He was always working. “You could’ve let a maid go instead. Now you’re drenched, broke your glasses too… stop being so clumsy, Isa.” I stared at him. When will he ever see what I’m going through? Tears rolled silently down my cheeks. “There you go again…crying like a baby,” he sighed, turning toward his closet. “When are we leaving?” I asked quietly, the only thing I could think of. He paused. “I told you, Isa. After the wedding. I’m preparing our home.” Two more weeks in this hell. Just two more, and it would be us. Alone. I just had to survive until then. I walked over to help him unbutton his shirt. That’s when I smelled it. A woman’s perfume. “Did you go somewhere before coming home?” I asked cautiously. “Yeah. Had a meeting with a client.” “And… it involved her kissing you?” I held up the shirt, revealing the lipstick stain. He froze, jaw tightening. His silence crushed me. “Say something!” I yelled. My voice cracked with the ache of betrayal. My heart thudded like a war drum. My lashes heavy with unshed tears.CAMILLE POVI sat in my cramped sitting room, my legs crossed, a glass of cheap wine in one hand and disgust churning in my chest. My eyes swept over the walls …faded paint, furniture I didn’t even like. Everything here felt so… small.This wasn’t the life I wanted.The clock ticked too loud. The silence screamed at me. I leaned back on the worn-out couch and let out a low sigh, blinking slowly as I stared up at the ceiling like it owed me answers.Isabella.Her name alone sparked something sharp and bitter in my throat.Two billionaires wrapped around her perfect little finger. And for what? That face? That pity sob story? Her dramatic life that just happens to attract powerful men like bees to honey?Jealousy burned hot in my veins. I hated the feeling..but I hated her more.My phone beeped.I glanced at the screen.Xavier.I smirked before even opening the message. He had replied."We’ll go with Plan B. She still loves him."Tch.“Pathetic,” I muttered under my breath, pushing off
Xavier’s POVThe morning breeze drifted in, light and useless against the fire boiling in my chest.I sat on the balcony, twirling the flash drive between my fingers, a smirk stretching across my face.So small. So pathetic. And Drake thought this would destroy me?I had watched him last night..desperate, limping, bleeding. He crept through the resort like a wounded animal, dropping this at the receptionist's desk like some noble hero in a final act of courage.He had no idea I was there. Watching. In the dark. Exactly where men like him never think to look.“What a fool,” I muttered, shaking my head.I chuckled, then let it rise into a laugh. Not amused. Mocking.“You really thought this was your weapon, didn’t you, Drake?”I’d already gone through the contents. Useless. The footage was corrupted..faces smeared, voices distorted. Whatever he had once captured was no longer evidence.It was trash.I stood, sliding the drive into my pocket, the smirk on my lips now colder, sharper.And
Drake’s POVThe room was too quiet.Too still. Like the calm that comes before everything shatters.I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, fingers twitching with nerves I couldn't shake. My heart pounded like it was trying to warn me of something even before I understood what. In my palm lay the flash drive…cold, small, yet so heavy it felt like a ticking bomb.I stared at it, my jaw locked.I had already watched the footage three times. Each time, it hit me harder, like a punch to the gut that left me more nauseated than the last.Xavier.His face distorted with rage, lips twisted in a maniacal grin.The laugh. The whip.And her. That woman. Naked. Bruised. Crying.Begging.The room smelled of iron…blood..even though I wasn’t there. The footage was grainy, but nothing could blur the horror of what I’d seen.I still couldn’t make sense of it. The circumstances, the context. But I didn’t need context to know evil when I saw it.He did that.He enjoyed it.And I could
Xavier’s POVThe house was quiet. Too quiet.That kind of silence that wraps itself around your neck like a noose, tightening with every breath you take.I sat alone in the balcony, surrounded by shadows and whispers. The lights were dimmed, barely a flicker of warmth against the cold tension thick in the air. The breeze from the open window stirred the curtains gently, like ghosts passing through, brushing against the back of my neck like forgotten memories trying to crawl their way back into my head.On the table in front of me, my phone vibrated.A single message from Liam:“He’s seen the footage. He knows. I warned you”I didn’t move.Didn’t blink.Didn’t breathe.A hollow sensation opened up in my chest, swallowing everything. Slowly, deliberately, I leaned back into the chair and closed my eyes for a second, letting the truth sink in like poison.Damn it. Damn LiamThe video.That cursed footage.The one I thought I buried years ago.No..paid to have buried. Destroyed. Disintegr
ISABELLA POV I turned slowly, dread tightening around my lungs like a noose.And there he was.Xavier stood a few feet away.The moonlight bathed him in a cold silver hue. His features were sculpted from stone…motionless, unreadable. His eyes weren’t wide with rage. No. They were narrowed. Focused. Calculated.His jaw was tight, clenched so hard I imagined it must hurt. But he didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak.That calm before a storm.His gaze never left me.He walked forward. Slowly. Deliberate. Each step he took echoed louder in my chest than the beat of my own heart.Then he reached out… and took my hand.Gently.As though I were glass.His fingers wrapped around mine with a softness that made my throat close. His touch burned…not from anger, but from something far more dangerous. Disappointment.Before I could even find words, Drake moved.He stepped between us…not to fight.To plead.His hand circled my other wrist. His grip trembled, desperate.“Bella, don’t go with him. Not until
DRAKE’S POVI sat on the edge of the hotel bed, my knees trembling, laptop perched before me like a loaded weapon.My finger hovered over the spacebar.The flash drive Liam gave me blinked softly…one small light in the dim room.I took a breath.Then I pressed play.The screen flickered.Static. Then darkness. A faint hum of old security footage, and then…Laughter.Cold, cracked, animalistic.I flinched.There he was.Xavier.His face distorted slightly by the grainy feed, but that smirk was unmistakable. His hair was wet, slicked back. Shirtless. A long whip dangled from his hand, the end stained with something dark.He paced slowly in a dimly lit room..basement, maybe? Or a cellar? Stone walls lined with iron hooks and rusted chains.And on the floor…A woman.Naked.Her back was arched in pain, blood dripping down her spine in red rivulets. Her mouth opened and closed, trying to scream, but only a faint gurgle came out.Her lips were torn.Her body was covered in bruises, old and
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