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DADDY GIRLFRIEND
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ISABELLA (The Night that ruined me) VACATION
ISABELLA’S POVThe phone trembled in my hand.That picture…Drake and Jasmine.Locked in what looked like an embrace.Smiling. Intimate. Familiar.It didn’t matter that I knew the truth had layers. It didn’t matter that my heart screamed for a second chance.All that mattered now was the image burned into Eva’s mind… and mine.I turned away from the screen, holding Eva closer, like I could protect her from it all. From the lies, from the pain, from the endless ache.But her little voice pierced me like a blade.“Mommy… is it true?”I took a slow breath, trying to steady the tremor in my voice.I nodded faintly, even as it crushed me.“Sometimes…” I began softly, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead, “adults choose different lives. They don’t stop loving you, baby. But they start walking different paths.”She blinked at me, confused. “You mean… you and Daddy don’t love each other anymore?”My throat tightened.How do you explain something like that to a child?I forced a small s
ISABELLA (The Night that ruined me) DADDY GIRLFRIEND
DRAKE’S POVI stared at the photo on my phone like it had slapped me across the face.There I was.Me.Holding Jasmine by the arms. My face inches from hers.To anyone else, it looked like we were… hugging. Or worse about to kiss.The headline below it made my stomach twist:**“Country’s Sweetheart Couple Caught in a Public Display of Affection.”**I clenched the phone so tight, I thought the screen might crack.What the actual hell was this?That photo..it was from the day I confronted her outside her house. When I grabbed her arm, demanded the truth, and nearly lost control.And someone had twisted it.Made it look like… like something it wasn’t.Why now? Why this?I could barely breathe. I was still trying to wrap my head around what had happened with Camille. Still trying to figure out how I’d lost every damn piece of myself in a night I couldn’t even remember.Now this?Now the world thought I was back with Jasmine?That I was smiling and cuddling her while Isabella and Eva were
ISABELLA (The Night that ruined me) DRUNKEN MISTAKE
DRAKE’S POVThe glass clinked against my teeth as I downed another gulp.Bitter.Didn’t matter.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stared at the half-empty bottle in front of me. Whiskey. Or rum. Hell, I didn’t check.The room was dim. Quiet. Except for the dull ringing in my head. I’d shut the curtains. Shut the world out. I didn’t want to feel. I didn’t want to think.But my brain… it had other plans.Her voice came back to me.“Drake…”And then her face.I blinked, gripping the edge of the table as the memory came flooding back hot, uninvited, and cruel.It wasn’t Jasmine.It wasn’t a stranger.It was Camille.Isabella’s best friend.***********I remembered how my feet had frozen on the pavement. How the sun had suddenly felt too bright. My mouth had gone dry as she stopped a few feet in front of me.Her eyes were wide. Nervous. Like she didn’t expect to see me either.“Camille?” I’d said her name like a question, though I already knew the answer.She bit her lip and lo
ISABELLA (The Night that ruined me) WHAT HIS HE PLANNING?
XAVIER’S POVShe was still asleep.Her breathing..soft, steady, innocent..was the only sound in the room. Her bare shoulder peeked through the tangled sheets, her lashes casting tiny shadows on her cheeks. Her chest rising and falling, Peaceful. Beautiful. Mine.I lay beside her, unmoving.I should’ve felt victorious.Last night… she gave herself to me. Finally.But victory tasted strange this morning. She had given me consent but her body looked distant.She hadn’t said she loved me.She hadn’t looked at me with the same fire she once gave him.Still, I reminded myself..progress is progress. And last night, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away. She touched me… kissed me… let me in.That had to count for something.Right?I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. She stirred a little but didn’t wake.I sighed and slipped out of bed quietly, padding across the room. I needed air. I needed to think.In the hallway, I passed Eva’s room. The door was cracked open
ISABELLA (The Night that ruined me) I'M HIS WIFE NOW
ISABELLA’S POVAfter what happened at the dining room the other time, things haven’t quite been the same.Xavier apologized.He held my hands with a trembling softness I hadn’t seen in a long time. His voice low, heavy with guilt. I nodded to forgive him, but my mind... my heart... it stayed locked on what Macy said.Drake and Jasmine.Together.The thought alone makes me sick.I’ve played it in my head a hundred times since .. Jasmine's smirk on the screen, Drake’s silence over the issue, Macy’s bitter truth. It's a storm that refuses to pass, and I’ve been standing in the middle of it silent and haunted.My heart aches.Worse still, I can’t share how I feel with anyone. Not without judgment. Not without Camille’s eyes narrowing or Ma Hilda hissing behind closed doors. No one would understand. They would say I’m ungrateful. That I’m weak.Maybe I am.I’m in the bedroom now, lying still while Xavier holds me close. His arm is wrapped around my waist, his body warm against mine. I hear
ISABELLA (The Night that ruined me) THE FOOTAGE
DRAKE’S POVI stared into her eyes, desperate. Searching for something..anything..that could give me hope. A flicker of reassurance. A sliver of truth. But Jasmine just stood there, smiling that weird, slow smile that made my chest burn with rage.“Stop playing with me,” I growled.Her eyes didn’t blink. That smile stayed plastered on her lips.Something in me snapped.Before I could think, my hand shot out and gripped her by the neck. She gasped, her eyes wide in shock as I tightened my hold. Her skin reddened. Her nails clawed lightly at my wrists. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.And just like that…I snapped out of it.I jerked my hand away, stepping back in horror.“Damn it… Damn it!” I shouted, my voice ragged, echoing down the quiet street. I turned away from her, my hands yanking at my hair, trying to pull the fury out of my skull. Sweat beaded across my forehead. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a war drum.Behind me, I heard her coughing. Choking.Guilt slice
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