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Chapter Four

Author: Lina Franklin
last update publish date: 2026-03-16 20:00:14

“Mom… Mom” Isabella called as she walked out of her room, she woke up minutes ago and didn't find her mother in bed. She walked to the kitchen,it was empty and Isabella prayed it wasn't her fear creeping in. Valerie had , her eyes drifted to her door. Valeria was gone. She ran to the room, her eyes scanning the whole room for what was missing.

Everything looked untouched, Isabella took a minute to think what she could possibly take. She had no money hiding anywhere in the house, nothing significant so she went back to the sitting room.

Isabella Sat down and was massaging her temple while trying to process how she would go about the new day when she caught a figure at her door, the next minute the door was pushed open and Delaney stepped in looking concerned and confused.

“Isabella,are you okay? Why is your door opened?” Delaney asked.

“Delaney” Isa started and Delan went to her pulling her into a hug.

“It is okay, whatever it is… but don't leave your door openlike this again and …” she pulled Isa out of the hug and looked at her face “ why were you ignoring my calls?” She asked.

“Your calls, I wasn't…” Isabella paused as it dawned on her, “my phone,” she said suddenly “ my phone” Isa withdrawed from the hug and hurried into her room , Delaney followed her watching her rummaged through her bed, her drawers.

“ Did something happened? Isa, talk to me…”

“My mom” Isabella paused while trying to catch her breath “My mom happened” she said and Delaney gasped going to meet her where she stood by the drawer. “ You let her in again?”

“ She came last night looking battered… I couldn't…” tears took words from her and Delaney went to her pulling her into another deep hug “ how am I going to reach out to Jason? He's going to be worried, he's going to lose focus…”

“ Isabella Hart, catch your breath” Delaney said holding her face “ I came because I found you a job”

“What?” Isa paused amid tears.

“ Yeah, the man I told you about reached out to me some days back for your curriculum vitals, I sent it to him and he called me this morning to tell me you got a job” Isabella gasped “ …I don't know what job it is but it's a big company and you're getting well paid. You are scheduled to resume today and permitted to be there on or before 10pm because of the impromptu appointment. I've been calling all morning, you need to dress up, I'll drop you off at the company”

“Oh heavens” Isabella said, she pushed her cinnamon coloured hair back as Delaney spoke.

“ Now, get up.” Delaney said “ Go shower and get dressed, I will be waiting for you” she said.

“ Delaney, thank you so so much”

“ Now time is going” Delaney said and Isa chucked while hurrying to the bathroom.

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Kevin Zacchaeous sat in a cafe having his breakfast. He was tired of being in the penthouse and giving order, he wanted air. He wanted to see people and how beautiful their lives could be and how quickly he could snap it out of them. As he sat by the corner in the restaurant, his eyes caught a lady hurrying into the cafe.

She was another beautiful lady with quite nice features, deep brown hair and eyes darting as she ordered her meal at the counter. He smiled wondering how a grown up could look so much like a doll instead and fascinated by her, Kevin watched her grab her two bags of takeaways and his eyes trailed the Benz s-class that she turned to enter.

There was another lady at the passenger seat with her cinnamon hair packed in a ponytail and just as the car started moving, she gave a quick glance at the cafe. It was a fleeting moment but Kevin's heart stopped, he sat staring at the leaving car while wondering what was wrong with him. He had seen that face, that side look but he couldn't place where.

“ Ladies of Los Angeles” he chuckled and went back to his meal. Since he had arrived in Los Angeles, every lady that caught his attention only tended to remind him of the first he met at some restaurant.

It clicked.

The lady with the ponytail had her hair color or maybe. He has only met her once and it's crazy of him to think his brain had registered every of her features. And that was why he had assigned Stanley to find her with the cost of his life on line.

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“ I think there's a cafe around that block,” Delaney said and Isa turned to her.

“ Don't go through that stress, Delaney. I am very much good…”

“ I am famished, Isa and I wouldn't have you go to an interview on empty stomach” Delaney said pulling up at a restaurant “ ma, I wouldn't take much of your time”she said jokily, got down and disappeared into the cafe . Isa sat in, she began to wonder if her brother had ring her line, if he was worried and she thought of contacting him through Delaney when she got back. Soon enough, Delaney pulled the driver door and got in, handing her a bag of her order.

“ There's some handsome man in there but he stared so much I was uncomfortable, I couldn't even look back” Delaney said as soon as she got into seat and locked the door. Isa turned to see who but Delaney already ignited the engine and was driving while fastening her seatbelt.

“Maybe he's a fan” Isabella said.

“ Creeping me out with his eyes… Isabella eat up, I got you smoked salmon bagel and cheese cream” Delaney sai, eyes on the road.

“ I will” Isabella said then paused “ I want to talk to Jason, I don't want him to be worried about me and…”

“Relax” Delaney rubbed Isa’s leg with her other hand on the wheel “ Jason would be having lecture by now. I will come around to check up on you once I'm done with my meeting” Delaney added and Isabella relaxed, bringing out the bagel to feed on it and she was still eating when Delaney pulled into Kade Enterprise.

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