YSABELLEI keep glancing at my phone, I mean Ashton's phone, and I am hesitating to call Ronan as soon as we land in Paris. We just arrived, and I'm worried about Ronan, who stayed in the Philippines. He said he needed to find Paul as soon as possible with the help of the Filipino authorities.Is he angry? He was somewhat pissed that I've been avoiding him after that nightmare.I don't know why I suddenly feel fear every time I look at Ronan. Am I really doubting him? I need to breathe and forget this doubt in my chest, forget that stupid nightmare.“Did you just leave him like that?” I was startled at Cleo’s voice beside me.I almost forgot that she and her fiancee were also coming with us. I threw the phone inside my bag. “I didn't leave him. He needs to stay. Also, we will see each other in New York soon.”We entered the Mercedes-Benz, which was waiting for us outside the airport. As usual, Ronan’s bodyguards were everywhere as we arrived in Paris.“You two were so engrossed with
YSABELLEAs we were having breakfast, I couldn't stop thinking about Ronan. Ashton's phone still can't be found, which added to my frustration.“Girl, there's a possibility that Jessica might call you–”“I don't have my phone, Cleo.” I hissed.“My bad.” I rolled my eyes at her sarcastic tone. “If she will call here, tell me, not my Mom, okay?”“Yeah, yeah.”I continued my food while gazing at the twins with the nannies. But this woman beside me disturbed my inner thoughts again.With a glare, I turned to her.“I'm going home.”“Okay. Take care.” I blandly replied.Her house was only a few kilometers away from here, so she would only return here if she got bored.Since the fashion week was done last month, she has been unemployed for weeks. She rejected the offers from the other brands just to pamper herself after the tiring fashion week. After our breakfast, Cleo followed me inside my room. “Just call your fiancee if you're lonely, not me.” She said as she jumped on the beanbag. Do
YSABELLEMy heart beats faster as I swallow the lump in my throat, confused about what I'm supposed to do.Should I just ignore it and I should not mind someone else's business? Or let my curiosity kill the cat?I chose the latter.With a light step, I slowly approached the bookshelf. The silence around me added to the suspense I was feeling inside.But I halted on my feet and wondered why the sound stopped.Could it be it was only my imagination? No… I'm sure there is something behind that furniture.Every second I took a step, my pulse thrummed in my throat faster and wilder than earlier. God knows what my father was doing inside this room, and he ended up not letting anyone enter his office.He's hiding something. I inhale deeply as I tightly clasp my finger on one of the books and slowly take it out off the shelves. I didn't look carefully at what was behind the bookshelf when I was arranging the books earlier. I didn't pay attention until it caught my attention just now.My br
YSABELLEI immediately rushed inside the house as soon as I heard Ashley's loud cry. Her wailing was getting louder and closer and led me to the pool behind the house.Ela and Ana were trying to calm Ashley while Ashton just watched them as if he didn't care about the commotion. “What happened?!”“Her jam escaped from the jar,” Ashton responded blandly.I tightly shut my eyes in frustration. The way Ahsley cried creeps me out of my nerves. I thought something bad happened to the child.“Don't cry, baby. There's still more in the fridge.” Ela ran inside the house to get another jar of strawberry jam. As Ashley slowly calmed down, my attention diverted to my phone, almost forgetting Ronan in another line.“Ronan?” I called him, but it was silent on another line. When I looked at the screen, I saw the call had already ended. I dialed him again as I paced back and forth while looking at Ashley eating her favorite strawberry jam. She's really into sweet things. It might be bad for her
YSABELLEAs I was eating my breakfast together with the twins and the nannies, I couldn't wait to go back to my father's office to open that goddamn hidden door.I couldn't get a chance to open it yesterday because Ashley kept calling me. But there's part of me not to open the door. Am I scared of what's behind the wall?Maybe… And nervous.My fingers tightened around the spoon handle.God knows what I will find in that room.“Ysabelle~” I tightly shut my eyes when I heard Cleo’s voice. “Oh! There you are~ Hi kids!” She entered the dining hall. The kids excitedly greeted their aunt because she bought snacks again. I bet they are chocolates and candies again.“Breakfast?” I politely.“Nah, diet.” She handed me a file of documents that made me almost choke at how chunky it was. “You need to read and check this, CEO.”With a sigh, I take the documents and place them on the empty chair beside me.“Shut up. I'm not taking over my father's position. He's still alive, Cleo.” “What if he w
YSABELLERonan walked back and forth in front of me. Bewildered at the appearance of the woman inside the room.It's indeed Lucia. Her clothes were still the same as the last time I saw her, but she was pale and skinny right now than before. She remained sitting in the corner of the room, hiding herself from us as if we were a predator.It's a different reaction she showed me before.Ronan seems surprised at Lucia because he knows that Lucia is dead. Why didn't he believe me?“What the hell is she doing here? How come she’s alive?” He hissed.I run my hands over my face and don't know what to do in this situation. “My father probably locked her inside–” I stop and gaze at Lucia. “How did he get Lucia? Connor was with her at the time Jacob and I were abducted. Right there inside the hidden room.”Ronan only scratches her head as he also doesn't know the answer to my query.My father… What is he thinking of locking up Lucia? He really needs to wake up and give us an answer that only
YSABELLE I was confused by Lucia's condition. She even remembers her son despite her situation. Can't she see that she was obviously abandoned by her own son?“Connor…” I avoided her stern gaze as I mumbled that jerk’s name. “I don't know where he is.”“I want my son!”I irritatedly scratch my head. “It seems like Connor abandoned you in that house–”“I WANT MY SON!”“HE'S NOT HERE!” I lost my temper as I snarled at her. However, seeing her eyes quiver at my sudden outburst, I bit my bottom lip. Why am I trying to fight with a person who has mental disabilities?I sigh deeply as I try to calm myself and calmly talk to her.“Your son is not here… I'm sorry.”I firmly shut my eyes in annoyance. Why am I even sorry? Why did I say sorry? I pushed my hair back from my forehead and stood up. She's still hesitant to get out of the blanket. She even scorched over into the headboard.“Why are you so scared of me?” I asked, but I shook my head because I knew she wouldn't answer me. “Do you
YSABELLE‘He's awake’As soon as my aunt called that my father woke up, I immediately went to the hospital with Ronan.“Don't get work up. He's still not in good condition, so ask him calmly.”I remained silent.Ronan keeps reminding me not to interrogate my father because he still hasn't recovered. He's just back to being conscious, but according to my aunt, he's still having a hard time breathing.As we entered my father's room, Aunt greeted me, but she was taken aback at Ronan’s presence. She didn't expect to see him in this situation. “You're here too, Mr. Volkov.” Her voice was firm as she stared at Ronan.“Glad to meet you, Mrs. Cortez.”Ronan greeted her politely despite the attitude that my aunt was giving.They really don't get along well. I'm hoping that my family's rage towards Ronan’s family will lessen.“How is he?” I diverted my aunt's attention.She sighs deeply and gazes at my father on the bed, still wearing those apparatuses.“He can't talk.”I immediately look at h