Se connecterRafael’s POVDivorcing Isabella was the hardest thing I had ever done and unfortunately it also turned me into a psychopath.Not the murdering kind but the stalking kind which honestly wasn’t much better.If Julian ever wrote a biography about me, I was absolutely certain there would be an entire chapter titled:Rafael Ashford: Billionaire Stalker Because for the past few weeks, that was exactly what I had become. I followed her everywhere.But in my defense people were literally trying to kill her, so technically, I was being protective.Julian disagreed.“You’re sick,” he informed me one afternoon while we sat in my car outside the Monroe building.I didn’t look away from the entrance.“I’m being cautious.”“You watched her eat salad for forty minutes yesterday.”“She looked stressed.”“She was chewing.”“She stress chews.”Julian stared at me for a long second.“You need therapy.”I ignored him.Because at that exact moment, Isabella stepped out of the building.And suddenly the e
Isabella’s POVOne monthThat was how long it had been since I walked out of Rafael Ashford’s house with my heart in pieces and my pride barely hanging together.Thirty-one days.Not that I was counting.Okay. I was counting.But life didn’t stop because my marriage fell apart.Apparently, the world still expected me to wake up, wear lipstick, sign contracts, smile at board members, and pretend my chest didn’t ache every time I saw a black Rolls Royce.Which was unfair, honestly.Because there were a lot of black Rolls Royces in the city.My life now was very different. The Monroe company was officially mine again.And somehow, after years of being treated like decoration for my father, I was now the CEO.The first week had been chaos, the older board members were questioning me and the excutives trying to undermine me.People assuming I’d fail but then something strange happened.I didn’t.Turns out rage and heartbreak were excellent motivators.Who knew?I spent most of my days in
Isabella’s POVI didn’t go back to my parents’ house, i didnt think I could face them after everything.The thought of going back there hurt more so I stayed with Vivienne at first, it was supposed to be temporary.Just a few days, a week at most until I figured things out and my life stopped feeling like shattered glass beneath my feet.But days turned into weeks and somehow I still felt stuck in the same place Vivienne never complained.Not once, even when I wandered into her kitchen at 2 a.m. looking like a ghost.Even when I cried in her bathroom because a random cologne commercial reminded me of Rafael.Even when I spent hours staring blankly at the ceiling instead of speaking to her abd Aurora.She never pushed or asked too many questions she just stayed.Aurora too.Though Aurora’s version of support involved aggressively insulting Rafael every chance she got.“I hope his coffee tastes bad forever,” she declared dramatically one morning.Vivienne looked up from her laptop. “Tha
Isabella’s POV….My head was on fire I sat at the edge of my bed for a while after waking up, staring at nothing, my fingers gripping the sheets as if they could anchor me to something steady.But nothing felt steady anymore not after last night ans what we saw.Not after the way Rafael looked and how he had taken his control back, I stopped that thought immediately.No.Don’t go there.A knock came at the door.“Come in,” I called.The maid stepped in slightly, her head bowed.“Madam, Mr Ashford asked to see you in his study.”My stomach dropped.“Okay,” I said She nodded and left while I sat there for a second longer and stood up. My legs still felt a little weak, but I ignored it.This wasn’t about that. When I reached the door, I hesitated just for a second then I knocked.“Come in.” He said I pushed the door open and stepped inside Rafael stood behind his desk and he was dressed like nothing had happened.Julian was there too leaning against the wall.“Why does this feel lik
Rafael’s POVI woke up with a dull ache behind my eyes and the faint taste of whiskey still sitting at the back of my throat.For a second, I didn’t move then I let out a groan and looked around.I saw Isabella, she was curled beside me on the floor of the storage room, her head resting lightly against my shoulder, her hair slightly messy, her breathing slow and even.My chest tightened as I remembered what we did earlier and I rubbed my eyes Fuck!!Carefully, I shifted slightly, trying not to wake her and her hand slipped slightly against my arm Instinctively, I steadied her.My gaze dropped to her face again and there was a faint crease between her brows, even in sleep.I exhaled slowly and then reached for my phone.3:07 AM.The event was long over but the chaos probably still wasn’t but none of that mattered right now.What mattered was getting her out of here. I moved carefully, sliding one arm behind her back and the other under her knees.She stirred slightly and a soft sou
Isabella’s pov…We were too drunk to think or even care. I pressed my lips to his and we kissed like we were starving.“Rafael,” I breathed, but his mouth crashed into mine before I could finish. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me as his hands roamed down my sides, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. He was taking out his anger on me, good.I moaned into the kiss my fingers tangling in his dark hair, tugging until he growled low in his throat. God, that sound. It sent liquid pooling between my thighs.He spun me around without warning, pressing my front against the cold metal shelving and some boxes rattled and a stack of folders nearly toppled over. I braced my hands on the shelf as he yanked my short dress up over my ass, the fabric bunching around my waist. Cool air hit my skin, then his hot palm smoothed over one cheek before he delivered a sharp smack. I gasped, arching back into him.“Quiet, Bella,” he murmured against my ear his voice rough with need. “Unless yo
Rafael’s POV….. Spending the evening with Isabella was perfect, we stayed together and enjoyed the evening, we both weren't ready to go back to the hotel room, but we had too. We slept off and Isabella made her ridiculous pillow division, like that was meant to stop me and we went to bed. It was
Isabella’s POV…..I was still staring at him trying to understand why he has the same cap I had seen in the footage.I didn’t give myself time to overthink it.If I did, I’d talk myself out of it—convince myself I was imagining things, reading too meaning into things. I walked straight up to Sebas
Isabella’s POV…..We walked to the beach and the place was beautiful, Sunlight spilled across the sand like molten gold, the ocean stretching endlessly in front of us, it was huge and so clear.Soft music thumped from portable speakers planted in the sand, a mix of pop and reggaeton that blended wi
Isabella’s POV……I definitely didn't plan to go to Miami, but hopefully it would be worth it.I packed my suitcase and it all felt surreal My suitcase lay open on the bed, half-filled with dresses I wasn’t sure I wanted to wear and shoes I didn’t feel like walking in.But I had to act and look lik







