LOGINIsabella's Pov
The gala was dazzling, huge chandeliers, designer clothes everywhere, and New York’s top business people filling the ballroom. I wore a rich emerald dress that Damien had chosen for me. It looked good and still hid my pregnancy. His hand stayed protectively on my lower back as we walked in.
People turned to look. Whispers started right away.
Damien looked strong and powerful in his tuxedo, the silver in his hair catching the light. He walked us through the room like I belonged there with him.
I spotted Ethan across the room with Vanessa. She looked elegant in her jewels. Ethan’s face went completely pale the second he saw us.
Damien didn’t wait.
He raised his glass during the main toast. His voice carried clearly through the quieting room.
“Tonight I want to share something personal. After years of focusing only on Blackwood Holdings, I’ve found someone worth building a future with. Please welcome my fiancée… Isabella Hart.”
Gasps went through the crowd. Camera flashes went off everywhere.
A woman near us whispered loudly to her husband, “Is that who I think it is? Ethan Blackwood’s old girlfriend?”
Her husband tried to quiet her, but more whispers followed. “This can’t be real. Damien never brings anyone to these events.”
One older man nearby turned to his companion and said, “Damien Blackwood settling down? After all these years? This is going to be the talk of the town tomorrow.”
Another guest added, “And with such a young woman? Interesting choice.”
Ethan pushed through the crowd, bumping into a server. His eyes were full of anger and shock.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” he shouted, his voice echoing. “Her? She’s pregnant with my kid, Father! This is low, even for you!”
The whole room went silent.
Damien’s face stayed calm. He pulled me closer, his arm firm around my waist.
“Is that right, son?” he asked coolly. “Because it looks to me like you threw away the best thing you’ll ever lose.”
Ethan’s face twisted with rage. “She’s using you! Just like she tried to trap me!”
Vanessa stepped up next to him. Her perfect smile had disappeared, replaced by a cold glare. “Is this some kind of joke? Ethan told me all about her. She’s just a desperate ex trying to get back into the family money.”
I stepped forward, keeping my voice steady even though my heart was racing.
“I never trapped anyone, Ethan. I built you up. Now I’m choosing better for myself.”
Damien’s fingers pressed gently into my side, like he approved.
Ethan laughed bitterly and looked around at the watching crowd. “You hear that, everyone? She says she ‘built me up.’ That’s funny. Isabella was just my assistant, nothing more. Now she’s playing the victim and dragging my father into her mess. Father, do you even know she’s carrying my child? This is sick.”
A few guests gasped. Someone muttered, “This is better than any soap opera.”
Another voice from the crowd said, “Someone should call security. This is getting out of hand.”
I turned to Ethan, keeping my tone calm. “Your child? The one you told me to get rid of? The one you threw me out for after six years? I didn’t come looking for revenge, Ethan. But I won’t hide anymore either. Do you remember all the nights I stayed up helping you prepare for meetings? Or fixing your presentations at the last minute? I was never just an assistant.”
Vanessa crossed her arms, her voice sharp. “Oh please. You probably planned this whole thing. Running to Damien the second things got tough. How convenient. Ethan, tell them how she was always so clingy and needy.”
Ethan nodded quickly. “Exactly. She couldn’t handle that I was moving on to bigger things. Now she’s trying to destroy my reputation by going after my own father. This is pathetic.”
Damien’s voice cut through like ice. “Enough. Both of you. Isabella is my fiancée now. The details of your failed relationship are not up for public discussion. Ethan, you had your chance to be a man. You chose differently. Now live with it. And Vanessa, I suggest you stay out of matters that don’t concern you.”
Ethan leaned in closer, lowering his voice but still loud enough for people nearby to hear. “This is going to ruin everything I’ve worked for. The investors, the board, how do you think this makes me look? My own father stealing my leftovers? People are going to talk about this for months.”
“Leftovers?” I said, shaking my head. “That’s how you see me? After all the late nights I spent fixing your pitches and calming your nerves before meetings? I deserved better than being your secret helper while you showed off Vanessa. I gave you six years of my life, Ethan. Six years of support, ideas, and loyalty. And you threw it away like it meant nothing.”
Damien nodded slightly at me, then looked back at Ethan. “You’re making a scene, son. This isn’t about your image. It’s about consequences. Isabella and the child will be taken care of properly, something you failed to do. Maybe this will finally teach you that you can’t treat people like they’re disposable.”
Vanessa tugged at Ethan’s arm. “Come on, let’s go. This is embarrassing. People are staring. We don’t need this kind of drama tonight.”
But Ethan wasn’t finished. He kept coming closer, his voice dropping to a poisonous whisper that only we could hear.
“This isn’t over, Isabella. And you…” He glared at Damien. “You’ll regret this. I swear it.”
Damien leaned in toward his son, his tone like frozen steel.
“Careful, Ethan. You’re looking at the new Mrs. Blackwood. And if you come after her again…”
He paused, eyes dark with warning.
“I will destroy you.”
Damien’s POV I read Gabriel’s message twice before the full weight of it settled over me. Victor was leaving the country. If he escaped now, with everything we had gathered still sitting in preparation rather than presented formally to the board, he could disappear entirely, taking whatever remained of his stolen leverage with him.“Damien?” Isabella asked, watching my expression shift. “What is it?”I handed her my phone, and I watched her face pale as she read the message. “He’s running,” she said. “He knows we’re close.”“He must have gotten word about Ethan’s evidence,” I said, already dialing Gabriel. “Or Diane warned him the moment she suspected we’d uncovered her connection.”Gabriel answered on the first ring. “I’m already at the airport with security,” he said, his voice tight with urgency. “Private terminal, but I can’t legally stop his jet from departing without something official, a court order, formal charges, anything that gives authorities actual grounds to intervene.”
Isabella’s POV I turned instinctively at Gabriel’s warning, my heart pounding as I spotted Ethan standing near the café entrance, scanning the room. His eyes landed on our table, and instead of the calculated coldness I braced myself for, his expression shifted immediately into something closer to panic.He walked over quickly, ignoring the obvious tension radiating from our table. “I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “All of you. Right now.”“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Damien said, his tone sharp enough to make several nearby patrons glance over.“I know,” Ethan said. “That’s exactly why I’m here. Please, just give me five minutes.”Sophia, still visibly shaken from our earlier accusations, watched him carefully. “Is this about the payments?” she asked.Ethan’s expression tightened. “What payments?”“Don’t play games,” Damien said. “We traced financial records showing you paid Sophia regularly over the past fourteen months.”Ethan sat down heavily in
Isabella’s POV I woke to find Damien already dressed, standing by the window with his phone pressed against his ear, his voice low and urgent. Something in his posture told me immediately that whatever news had arrived overnight was worse than anything we had faced so far.“What is it?” I asked, sitting up.Damien ended the call slowly, turning to face me, his expression carefully controlled in a way that only made me more afraid.“Gabriel traced the payments going to Sophia,” he said. “Isabella, they’re not coming from Victor.”“Then who?” I asked, though something cold was already settling in my stomach before he answered.“Ethan,” Damien said quietly.I stared at him, certain I had misheard. “Ethan,” I repeated. “That’s not possible, Damien. Ethan apologized to us. He held Grace. He’s been genuinely trying to change, trying to make amends for everything he did before.”“That’s what we believed,” Damien said. “But the account originating those payments is registered directly under
Damien’s POV Isabella’s hand shook so violently the phone nearly slipped from her grasp. I grabbed it from her before it could fall, my eyes fixed on the frozen frame of the video, Sophia standing quietly in Eleanor’s doorway, watching Diane photograph confidential documents without a single trace of alarm on her face.“That’s not possible,” Isabella whispered. “Damien, that’s Sophia. That has to be some kind of manipulation, a deepfake, something Victor created to turn us against each other.”I studied the footage more carefully, replaying it twice, searching desperately for any sign of manipulation, any inconsistency that might confirm Isabella’s hope. But the footage looked disturbingly authentic, the lighting, the movement, even Sophia’s familiar mannerisms captured with unsettling precision.“I need Gabriel to verify this immediately,” I said, already dialing.Gabriel arrived within the hour, his own expression grim as he examined the footage on his laptop, running it through se
Isabella’s POV I woke to the sound of Damien’s voice, low and tense, coming from somewhere downstairs. The unfamiliar room disoriented me for a moment before everything from the previous night came rushing back, the message, the move to the countryside estate, Grace sleeping safely in the room beside ours.I found Damien in the kitchen, phone still pressed to his ear, his expression carved from something hard and unreadable.“Keep this quiet,” he was saying. “Nobody at the office finds out until we know exactly how deep this goes.”“Damien,” I said, and he turned, ending the call quickly.“Gabriel found something last night,” he said. “Robert Hale has a sister. She’s worked at Blackwood Holdings for nearly two years.”My stomach tightened. “Where?”Damien hesitated, and something in that hesitation told me the answer before he spoke it. “She’s Eleanor’s personal assistant.”I sat down slowly at the kitchen table, the implications settling over me in waves. Eleanor, who had defended m
Damien’s POV The message on Isabella’s phone sent a wave of cold fury through me unlike anything I had felt since this entire nightmare began. I read it twice, then a third time, my jaw tightening with every word.“There are others already in place,” I repeated aloud, my voice tight. “Closer than you realize.”“Damien,” Isabella whispered, her hand trembling as she clutched Grace’s crib railing. “What does that mean? Who else could be involved?”“I don’t know,” I admitted, though the admission tasted bitter. “But we’re not staying here tonight. Not until security sweeps this entire house again, top to bottom.”Within the hour, our entire estate had transformed into something resembling a controlled emergency, security personnel moving methodically through every room, every closet, every possible hiding place, while Isabella held Grace close, refusing to let her out of arm’s reach for even a moment.Gabriel arrived shortly after, his expression grim as he coordinated with the securit
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Isabella's Pov I don’t know why I kept talking to him. Maybe it was because he didn’t look at me with pity. For the first time in hours, someone saw me as a real person instead of a problem.We talked for almost two hours. I didn’t go deep into my mess or say Ethan’s name. We just talked about sma







