LOGINISABELLE.“What?” I blurted.Mrs Hawthorne’s lips curled with satisfaction. “Scared now?” Behind her, Camille laughed. “See? I told you money was all she cared about.”Mrs. Hawthorne finally released my arm and crossed hers.“The company has been struggling because the biggest investor pulled out. If this project falls through, William could lose everything.” I felt a chill in my heel, and it crept up to my chest at an alarming speed. Why did William not tell me this? All of a sudden, everything clicked. I thought of how he stood silent at the party, then stayed up all night searching for me. How frightened he had looked when I reached for a suitcase.I had even thought a new ring would cost him nothing.My eyes moved to Camille. She was tapping her knuckles against our wedding portrait, her eyes gleaming with mischief.“All of this,” she said. “A few papers and it could disappear.” “I expect to hear that the bid is back on before the day is over,” Mrs. Hawthorne said.She turne
ISABELLE. “Are you cheating on me?” For a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong. Cheating?I was home almost every day. When I went out, I rode in his car with his driver. William knew where I was all the time.“No, William.” I took a deep breath. “I’m not cheating on you.” He let out a breath and dragged a hand through his hair.“Then why is there no trace of him on your phone? No calls or messages, even from this morning?”I rubbed at the tightness in my chest.“I asked you for space, William. You went through my phone and decided what I needed was an interrogation?”He opened his mouth, then closed it. His gaze dropped to the floor.“You’re right. I went too far.”He set my phone on the dresser and came toward me, resting both hands on my shoulders.“Especially when I’m the one who pushed you toward him.”I stared at him. Pushed me toward him?Before I could answer, he pulled me against him and buried his face in the crook of my neck.“I’m sorry,” he whispered.I tried to pul
ISABELLE.I had thought I could handle hearing the truth. That as long as William had a reasonable explanation. I could try to understand him.Well, I was wrong. My pulse hammered in my ears as I made my way upstairs. Tears blurred the steps, and I gripped the railing until I reached our room.If I weren’t stamping my feet as I made my way upstairs, I would have suspected even the ground was working against me. William had taken my ring from me. Then he went down on one knee and asked Chloe to marry him.“Belle,” he called from behind me. I kept walking. I went straight into the closet and pulled out the first suitcase I could find. I didn’t know where I was going. I only knew I couldn’t stand in front of him any longer.“Belle.”His hand touched my shoulder. I stiffened.“Please wait,” he said softly.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.William took the suitcase from me and set it aside. Then his hands settled at my waist, and I let him lead me across the hall to his study.“
ISABELLE. I didn’t cry all night because Roman stayed with me. In my entire life, I had cried in front of other people three times.The first was when Mom died. Dad had let me break the rule that day.The second was a week after Roman became my stepbrother.Believe it or not, twenty-one-year-old Roman had been mean. A bully and nothing short of terror.Papa punished me for that. Crying was a sign of weakness and, by extension, a sign that he had a weak child. The third time was the day my entire world fell apart.I pushed the memory away. I didn’t want to go there.To distract myself, I moved my eyes to Roman. He was still sleeping, his chest rising and falling gently. With his eyes closed, I stared at him shamelessly. He hadn’t changed much. He still had the same face that was carved like a Greek god. Paired with lashes too long to belong to a man. Had his cheekbones always been that high? My eyes trailed to his Adam’s apple, then to his chest. When had he gotten this broad? A
ISABELLE. “Let’s go home.” Just three words, but my body went tight. “I don’t want to go there,” I mumbled against his chest. Roman kept rubbing my back. “We’re not going there. We’re going to my place.” I relaxed against him. Roman picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me to the car. I stayed curled against him in the back seat, grateful for the silence. At least until my phone rang. I ignored it. It rang a second time. Then a third, and I finally forced my limbs to reach for my purse. I pulled the phone out just in time to see the caller. My Heart. A heart emoji and a padlock. William. I silenced the phone and dropped it back into my purse.Throughout the ride, I felt it vibrate five more times. Or was it seven?I lost track. My mind was too busy replaying everything in slow motion.William kneeling. The look in his eyes when he saw me.Was it fear? Shock? Anger? Whatever it was, it hadn’t been enough to make him follow me. He must have put the ring on her f
ISABELLE. I finished my gift early that afternoon. I had been building it for about a month now, but progress was slow as I could only work on it when William was out. A scale model of the first building completed under his leadership at Hawthorne Construction. It was half the size of my worktable. I had built every part of it myself, but I had commissioned the tiny wooden gate from Elias Laurent. A miniature artist whose work William had admired for years. I massaged my hand, and my eyes lingered on my bare ring finger.William custom-made almost everything. How had someone so close to him ended up with the same design? William had said I didn’t need to attend the party, but Chloe had brought me a gift. Even though I never received it, thanking her still felt like the polite thing to do.And, if I was being honest, Roman’s voice wouldn’t leave me alone.That damned man.I went inside to get ready. The party didn’t start until evening, so I had enough time to dress and pick up a







