Izabella and Yzobelle became even closer since they were confronted with their true identity as twin sisters fathered by the monarch King of Grisean, according to their Aunt Xania. They discovered that their Aunt Astria had assigned Aunt Xania to care for the test tube twin sisters. And they were even more shocked when they learned that Aunt Astria had a secret crush on their acknowledged father of Izabella, Doctor Jones, And the best thing about being close as siblings was when her stepbrother Jeremy became Yzobelle's boyfriend. Their Aunt Xania had no objection to their relationship though it was now known how a wolf attacked Jeremy and his blood got infected; thus, he shifted once a month with his stepsister Izabella. The only change in the two of them being together as siblings was that Yzobelle had been busy with her relationship with Jeremy, so sometimes she could not refuse Robert's invitation, as she owed a lot to him for saving her life several times. "You have to be caref
Izabella's life was serene and pleasant with just her father. She had a background she could not discuss with anyone, not even Shanda, her best friend, besides their house's fence. Her scientist parents were chosen in the government's plan to launch a spacecraft to ascertain the frequency the tracking gadget picked up in the air. The government believed that unusual creatures were at large. And since her mother did not accompany them back on that journey, her father felt she had perished in space. After two years of missing her mother, her father married his twice-divorced secretary with two children, Camilla and Jerry. Izabella developed a bond with Jerry, the oldest son of her aunt Esmeralda who was seven years her senior. Camilla was also her competition in everything, and her stepmother constantly supported her biological daughter. Izabella looked for her father in the area because the stadium was chaotic after the graduation ceremony. Izabella...! She swiftly spun around when
Nevertheless, she was able to enroll with the help of medical certifications, and even though she applied more than two months late, her academic record supported her acceptance. It would have been a failure to graduate with the class. As soon as the car came to a stop beneath a large tree, she stopped putting things off. The hotel's parking lot was crowded, with several vehicles occupying the nearest spots. The hotel room where the celebration was taking place was far too crowded. She excused herself while her stepmother was preoccupied with giving their order to the waiter and writing it down. She was headed to the women's restroom when two hands suddenly covered her eyes as she walked toward the bathroom. "Shanda?" She could hear the hint of disappointment in that voice. "How quickly can you recognize that it's my hands, Iza?" "Are you nuts? "She asked. " You're the only person who has ever played the covering my eyes game," she jokingly remarked, and there was a round of lau
How he regarded me... He's acting as though he knows who I am? She walked on while reflecting. Ah, Iza... whatever nonsense comes into your head. Fair enough; he does have a rich-looking appearance. Who is that, exactly? An actor? A rocker? Hmm... It doesn't appear to be. Otherwise, the crowd began to attack his attention a while ago. She was last in line. Those in front of her turned to look at her, and a simple smile spread across her lips. Although aware of the numerous inspections, she pretended to be busy as she looked at her watch. It was eleven in the morning. It would soon be lunchtime. Would she survive with her persistent hunger? Her mind wandered when she spotted a car from a while ago entering the high-rise building's basement. She thought that they must be working in the same building. Although there was an extensive line, those in front of her moved through it quickly, leaving only five people behind. She reasoned that it appeared there was no time left. As she took in
She let out a sigh and gazed at the paper's top page. She was running out of patience trying to complete the form, which asked for most minimal personal information and, if applicable, a brief history of encounters. She chose private, and she had no professional experience. She would want to start again rather than revisit her past experiences, which she would rather not discuss.She pondered; I don't know why most employers want me to bring my résumé and then fill out another form from them. I think it's a waste of time!Even as a college graduate, applying for a job can be exhausting. I suppose I'll be an errand girl or someone's assistant if I try to use the hospitals, someone who could aid me in my field of study. However, the line was undoubtedly longer, given the number of graduates from the same degree in our class. But I prefer short work like a typist to use my time and earn money, she thought. I can avoid my two-step relatives' presence in the house this way. Izabella comple
As she attempted to open the locked door, Aleksander observed her. Even before they met, he had never seen such beauty or experienced the longing that such beauty sparked in him. He was going crazy from it. To satisfy this sexual thirst that consumed him, he longed to taste her.He inhaled deeply, smelling the air for her perfume. His loin hardened, and he started to pant. When he saw her face in the picture taken by the camera outside his office building, he felt the need to bury himself inside her. He shook his head with that misplaced thought. His mind screamed as he moved in her direction, but he contained it, grabbed her shoulders, and drew her away from the door. When he was going to kiss her, her eyes widened, and her body shook with panic. She pushed him away right away in response.She said, "Get away from me!"He growled in a low voice, "Stop resisting me. I haven't seen you in so many months—is this your way of saying hello?" "I don't know what you're talking about, Mist
Later, you could figure that out. And as we agreed, she should always be with you."She yelled, "She's not my servant; she's a buddy."He laughed at her response. "That's one thing I admire about you, Izabella. Your devotion is free.""And I have no idea why you refer to me as your wife. You're crazy," She went on to remark.He said, "I will not pursue that matter until I speak with Shanda. Join me for lunch, please.""No. I'm headed-"He interrupted her as she was ready to speak, "No. It would be best if you ate before going anywhere. Come to lunch with me. Perhaps dinner, too. Pick anyone, baby. Eating or sleeping?"The last choice made her flush. Her bag, hanging from her shoulder, fell to her feet, and his hand motioned it and flung it into his hand. What Izabella witnessed astounded her.He motioned for her to follow him with her bag, saying, "Come, follow me before you pass out at the entrance."No! Her intellect argued that he couldn't have her bag. I need it.She had no choice
Images flew through her thoughts, and she sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed her bag, inspected what was inside, and heaved a relieved sigh. Was holding my bag in his hands simply a dream? She frowned as her mind debated. She shook her head in irritation at how jumbled her thoughts were. She hurriedly phoned her friend after removing her phone from her bag. She grimaced. She tried a couple of times to call her best friend, but Shanda was inaccessible. Why? It was the first ever she was unreachable. As she recalled that her father was waiting, she sighed in annoyance. She wasn't surprised because her father usually wanted to spend time with her when he wasn't in a rush, and she didn't want to miss it since she didn't see him much. He worked either at the furniture business he founded or his secret underground lab. Her father wished to hide that he was a known scientist but was prepared to be forgotten. Non-existing to avoid interrogation. THE SMILE that was ready on Izabella's lips