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Isabella's POV“Dance with me,” Nathaniel said, and held out his hand in front of three hundred guests.We had reached the edge of the ballroom. The orchestra had begun something slow and old, the kind of song my grandmother used to hum over her newspaper. Couples drifted onto the floor.Every head nearby turned towards us.The thoughts arrived in a wave.The Ice King dances?Ten years of these galas, and I've never seen him dance once.Look at his face. Look at how he's looking at her.My hand still trembled from the hallway. I looked at his open palm. Steady. Patient. Waiting.I put my hand in his.He led me to the middle of the floor. Not the edge. The middle, under the largest chandelier, where every person in the room had a clear view.Then he drew me in.One hand at my back, low, warm through the silk. The other holding my hand against his chest. He did not pull me tight. He left a breath of space between us, and then, slowly, as the music rose, the space disappeared.“One step,
Reborn to Marry the Billionaire CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Isabella's POVGideon Vale kissed the back of my hand and said, “So you're the woman who made Simon Leach unemployable.”He held my fingers a moment too long. His lips were warm. His eyes were amused.“Not unemployable,” I said, and took my hand back. “I hear he works for you now.”He laughed. It was a rich, easy laugh, made for ballrooms.“I collect strays, Mrs. Blackwood. Some of them bite the right people.”“Ms. Whitmore.”“Ah.” His smile widened. “Of course. Ms. Whitmore.”He was forty-six, tall, silver at the temples, in a midnight tuxedo cut better than any in the room except one. He had the kind of face women called handsome and men called dangerous. He studied me in silence, measuring.His thoughts came to me as smooth as his voice.Clever. So clever. Lovely too, which helps. She called the tech drop. She found Simon's edits. She has a mind I'd pay for.Then, beneath, colder.And she's his. Anything which hurts Nathaniel Blackwood is worth having. His wife most of all.I smile
Reborn to Marry the Billionaire CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Adrian's POV“Did Isabella ever work in business before she married?” I asked.Vanessa dropped her fork.The fork clattered off the edge of the kitchen counter and onto the floor. Noodles splashed across the tiles.“What?” she said.“Your sister. Before the Blackwoods. Did she ever work anywhere? A bank? A fund? An accounting firm?”“Why on earth are you asking about Isabella?”“Because her name is everywhere.”***Every lender's lunch I attended in December served the same new name with the steak.Asterra.At the long table in the back room of Callahan's, over rare beef and red wine, four men from private credit funds talked about a tiny shop on Hollis Street with two rooms and a plywood desk.“Bought regional rail freight bonds at forty cents on the dollar.”“Led the Kim diagnostics round. Eleven funds passed. She wrote the cheque in a week.”“She stayed out of tech before the November drop. Word is Blackwood cut their own tech book the same week.”“The chairman's wife.”“The chairm
Reborn to Marry the Billionaire CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Isabella's POVTwo days later…Vanessa tipped a full glass of red wine down the front of my dress.“Oh no!” she gasped, both hands flying to her mouth. “I'm so clumsy!”The wine soaked through the cream silk in a spreading red stain, cold against my skin, from my collarbone to my waist. Drops ran down the emerald and dripped from the gold chain onto my plate.The whole table went quiet.“Vanessa, darling, be careful,” Mother said, in the voice she used for a smudge on a glass. Then she turned to me. “Well, don't sit there, Isabella. Go upstairs and find something in your old wardrobe before the stain sets.”I set down my napkin.Across the table, my sister's eyes shone with tears. Her thoughts did not.Perfect. Now she has to take the necklace off.Thanksgiving at the Whitmore house had started badly and grown worse with every course.Mother had seated Adrian at Father's right hand, in the chair which had once belonged to my grandfather. Nathaniel sat at the far end of the table, besi
Reborn to Marry the Billionaire CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Isabella's POVVanessa's invitation arrived on Monday morning with a heart emoji.Vanessa: Lunch at the Aldridge tomorrow? Only sisters. I miss you. ❤️I read the message at my plywood desk on Hollis Street while Tobi argued with a bond trader on the phone.Only sisters.Bulshit. Vanessa had not missed me for a single day in twenty-four years.And all week, she had been everywhere.On Saturday, Rosa had called me from the Whitmore house, whispering into the phone from the pantry.“Miss Isabella, your sister came on Thursday while your mother was at the hairdresser. She went into your old room. She opened every drawer. She went through your books, the boxes under the bed, even the pockets of the old coats in your wardrobe.” A pause. “She did not find what she wanted. She left angry.”“Thank you, Rosa.”“I'm telling you because nobody else will.”On Sunday, one of the Blackwood maids, a shy girl named Daisy, stopped me in the upstairs hall with a worried face.“Mrs. Blackwood, your sis
Reborn to Marry the Billionaire CHAPTER TWENTY
Vanessa's POVOn a Tuesday, Northway Freight lost the largest customer on the company's books.By Friday, Adrian had stopped sleeping.The customer was a national retail chain with four hundred stores and a fleet of Northway trucks carrying the chain's stock up and down three states. On Tuesday morning, the chain signed with a rival carrier. Cheaper rates. Newer trucks. A press release with a photograph of two smiling men shaking hands.On Wednesday, fuel prices jumped eleven percent.On Thursday, Northway's finance director called Adrian four times. Adrian answered once.By Friday, I knew the numbers better than I wanted to. Northway burned cash every single day. The trucks still had to run. The drivers still had to be paid. And on the first of December, Meridian Bridge Capital wanted the first interest payment on forty-five million dollars.Six hundred thousand dollars.Cole Global had a little over two hundred thousand in the bank.On Friday night, I heard him on the phone with Mar
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