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Chapter Ten: The Stranger in the lobby
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2026-04-03 06:23:25
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“How far along are you,” Victor asked calmly, his voice steady like they were discussing quarterly projections.“Six weeks,” Isabella answered without hesitation, her hands resting flat against her thighs as she sat where he had told her to sit, her spine straight because she refused to look small in front of him.He nodded once, absorbing it, then lifted his eyes to her again and asked, “And you are certain the child is mine.”The question hit harder than she expected, a sharp sting that crawled up her chest and settled behind her eyes, but she did not flinch or raise her voice when she answered.“Yes,” she said evenly, meeting his gaze, “there is no doubt.”Victor studied her for a moment, searching her face for something she could not name, then he stood up and walked toward the window, his hands sliding into his pockets as he looked out at the city below.Isabella stayed quiet, counting her breaths, listening to the hum of the building and the distant sounds of traffic, the two mi
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“Del open the door,” Isabella said quietly, her voice flat and steady even though her hands were shaking as she stood in the bathroom, the test still clutched in her fingers like it might disappear if she let go.The door flew open almost immediately, Delaney stumbling inside with wild eyes and messy hair, her mouth already open to speak until Isabella held up the test without saying a word.Delaney froze, her face going blank, then pale, then shocked all over again as she took it from Isabella’s hand, staring at it like it was written in a language she did not understand.“No,” Delaney said slowly, then louder, “no no no no, this is not real, this cannot be real, tell me this is a prank.”“It is not a prank,” Isabella replied calmly, too calmly, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub and folding her hands in her lap like she was waiting for a verdict, “there are two lines.”Delaney laughed once, sharp and breathless, then stopped suddenly and looked at Isabella with wide eyes as she
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“Do you need anything else from me sir,” Isabella asked softly in the car, her voice careful and contained as she stared down at her notepad like it was the most interesting thing in the world.Victor did not answer her, his hands steady on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and the silence between them felt thick enough that Isabella could almost hear her own breathing echo in it.She shifted slightly in her seat, cleared her throat, and said nothing else because it was clear he had decided she did not deserve a response, and she focused instead on the scribbles on her pad even though she was not actually reading them.When they arrived at the office building, Victor parked and stepped out of the car without a word, the door shutting firmly behind him, and Isabella waited a second before opening her own door, oddly relieved that he did not bother with any forced politeness.“I am fine with that,” she muttered to herself as she stepped out, adjusting her bag on her
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter Ten: The Stranger in the lobby
“Who is this,” Isabella whispered to herself as she stared at her phone, the glow from the screen lighting up her face in the dark room, her thumb hovering over the message like if she touched it again it would somehow change what it said.She read the text again even though she already knew every word by heart, and then she tapped the number and lifted the phone to her ear, holding her breath as it rang once, twice, three times, before going quiet with no answer on the other end.“Of course,” she muttered, pulling the phone away and staring at it like it had personally betrayed her, “say something like that and then disappear.”She told herself it was nothing, just a wrong number or someone trying to scare her or a scam that had gone too far, and she set the phone face down on the mattress, turning onto her side and forcing her eyes shut even though sleep did not come easily.The next morning, she was barely settled at her desk when Victor’s voice cut through the office, calm and com
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“Is there anything else you need me to do sir,” Isabella asked quietly, her voice tight as she stood in front of Victor’s desk, her hands clasped together in front of her because she did not trust them not to shake if she let them hang loose.Victor did not answer her immediately, he only lifted the cup of coffee again and took another slow sip, his eyes on the document in front of him like she was not even there, and Isabella held her breath, her shoulders stiff, her mind already racing through everything she could have done wrong from the temperature to the sugar to the way she handed it to him.She waited for a comment, for criticism, for a sharp remark that would slice into her chest and confirm all her fears, but instead he simply set the cup down beside his laptop and scrolled through the document, his face unreadable and his silence heavy.“Sir,” she tried again, softer this time, because standing there felt unbearable, “should I return to my desk.”Victor did not look up as he
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“Are you seriously making that face again after everything that happened today?” Delaney asked, her voice full of mock annoyance but soft underneath, as Isabella climbed into the car, her head still heavy and her stomach twisting in knots from the day’s work.“I cannot even begin to describe it,” Isabella said, letting out a long sigh that sounded more like a groan as she settled into the seat, buckling herself in and staring out the window at the city lights blurring past. “It was horrible, Del, absolutely horrible, and I cannot believe I have to go back tomorrow.”Delaney shook her head, the seat shaking slightly as she laughed, and said that she knew something bad had happened but she wanted details now and she was not leaving until Isabella told her everything because she deserved to vent.“I do not even know where to start,” Isabella admitted, running a hand through her hair and gripping the edge of the seat, “but okay I will tell you everything, even though it is going to sound
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