FAZER LOGINHer apartment bell ringing made Isabella cleaned her hand and walked to the door.
“ Delaney, you'll spoil my doorbell one…” she opened the door and it was Valerie standing there, her eyes swollen and resting by her door looking sick. Isa sucked in her words and helped Valerie into her house, locking the door after her. “ Are you okay?” She asked an obvious question but she needed to hear from the horse’s house. Valeria adjusted in the couch before looking up her. “ I fell into….” “ You're lying” Isabella said looking at her and Valerie tried not to meet her gaze . “ I needed money and I couldn't come back here so I …” “ So you went ahead to steal” Isa completed her sentence “ can you see what you get yourself into? Did you think my father will be happy seeing you like this? I've had to take of Jason even before I get to understand what I meant to take care of myself… I …” Isa broke down crying in the midst of her words. “ I can promise you, I am changed now… I just needed .. I'm sorry, my Bella… I never intended to, I am sorry” Valerie joined in the tears while pulling Isa closer. They spent minutes crying until Isabella pulled out and stood up. “Get a bath and change your clothes, I'll prepare something for you”She said and Valerie nodded. Back in the kitchen,while cleaning up her dishes Isabella felt her tears flow against her control. Valarie Hart, her mother was into drug right before the death of her father, Felix Hart. He was a business man and he loved his wife so much and bought her drugs because it made her happy but that lasted until her father went on his usual business trip and didn't return. She was only eight years old and she didn't understand life at that moment. For reason unknown to her, they relocated to Los Angeles and a smaller apartment but right before her, her mother sold everything that mattered to them just to get herself drugs. To save her brother from having to watch their mother destroy herself, she sent her brother to boarding school and with the aid of her new found friend, Delaney she was placed on scholarship by Mr Lynn Walker, Delaney's father. She had part-time lectures, got part time jobs to support her brother and herself. Things got worst, Valarie slept out some other night. Came home and steal other times, gone to prison for stealing. She had took loans to bail her but Valarie couldn't stop. She didn't. Isabella cleaned her tears, proceeding to making meal and soon returned to her mother with a bowl of noodles. Valerie now cleaned up, dressed in her Isabella’s cloth and with her hair tied up in a ponytail looked more appealing. “Thank you” Valerie said and Isabella watched her mother scooped the noodles. Isabella busied herself with her phone, searching for remote jobs to apply for. “How is your brother?” Valerie asked out of the blues and Isa looked at her, it's been years since Valeria saw Jason and this was the first time she ever asked. “He's good” Isa said, pausing a minute to watch her mother eat while wondering if she was finally changing. “Are you sure you’ll work on becoming clean?” Isa asked, her voice trembling. However a side of her wanted to believe that at the very least, her mother would want to fight for her better self. “Yeah”Valarie assured and Isa went to sit before her and gave her a big hug. Later that night, they did some catch up. Called Jason and it was a family moment Isabella wants to relish in forever. #### “ Don, we have checked the whole of the west and we can't find anything about Brown” Seth said to the man painting on a canva. He had ash grey hair and every of his focus was on the lady he was painting. “ Nicholas, go to the south. Get anyone that knows Brown” Victor Kade said and Nicholas nodded leaving the house while Seth stood beside him. “ Did you want me to find out who the lady from the party is?” Seth asked informally, he was Victor's personal bodyguard but aside that they were friends. “ No” Victor said and his lip lifted as he turned to look at Seth “ I saw you with a lady” “Uhm…” Seth found himself blushing “she…Don, I don't know what to say” he confessed and Victor nodded turning back to his painting. “ She's pretty anyways, just stay careful” Victor said, his mind drifting to the lady who had flared up because he offered her money. She was clearly having money issues with her brother and he had never met anyone who didn't need money. “ Don… you're getting it wrong. I don't intend on having anything to do with her plus I love my women rather reserved” Seth said and Victor stopped, he loved his woman's boldness… unless she wasn't his woman but how she'd come to him and claimed him as though she couldn't feel the power he carried had him pondering. He looked at Seth again studying his eyes for a while. “ Remain careful…you like her” he stated out and Seth stood still unable to argue anymore. Victor turned back to his painting again. He was conflicting with his own self. Why was he pissed by her outburst? why had she acted like he was some dirt? Does she knows he was a Mafia don? Was she scared? Who rejects money? Who was she? He thought of searching for her just to settle h is curiosity but she already made it clear to him that she doesn't want anything to do with him anymore. He wasn't going to chase after some random hyper weird lady, he had more pressing issues to deal with. “Don” Seth called him quietly bringing back to reality, Victor looked at Seth then from his facial expression, turned to what he had been drawing absentmindedly. suddenly out of frustration smeered his whole drawing, he had been drawing the weird lady all along.Victor’s fingers tightened around the phone, the plastic digging into his palm. It had been thirteen years. Thirteen long years since she’d vanished, a ghost in the wind, leaving nothing but questions and a gaping hole in his life. He’d torn the city apart looking for her, chasing shadows, clinging to scraps of hope that always turned to dust. Now, a voice, a whisper from the past, was making his blood run cold.“Cora?” he breathed, the name a foreign sound on his tongue after so long.“Yes, Victor. It’s me.” Her voice, softer now, but with an underlying steel he remembered well, sent a shiver down his spine.His mind reeled, trying to process the impossible. “Where have you been? Why… how?”“I had to disappear,” she said, her tone flat, devoid of emotion. “It was the only way to survive.”“Survive what?” The words tumbled out, laced with a decade of frustration.“The information I possessed,” she explained, a sigh escaping her lips. “It made me a target. Staying alive wasn’t easy,
The sticky note felt thin, almost transparent, in Victor’s hand. Isabella’s neat handwriting, a stark contrast to Kevin’s blunt messages, pulled him in. He read the words once, then again. “He said you were a good employer. He also told me to take care of myself.”To most, they were polite pleasantries. Generic, even. But his gut twisted. He knew the language Kevin spoke. “A good employer.” It was never a compliment, not from someone like him. It was a probe, a test. Kevin had been watching Isabella, seeing how naturally she’d defended Victor, judging her loyalty. He’d been calculating, always calculating.And then, “take care of myself.” That one hit harder. In their world, those words weren't a kind farewell. They were an omen. A warning. It meant danger brewed, and Kevin knew more than he let on. It meant he was positioning himself, planting a seed of possibility in Isabella’s mind, making her aware of him, making her wonder if he might be a useful ally down the road. Kevin was
Isabella arrived at the office twenty minutes early, the silence a balm she desperately needed. Her bag landed on her chair with a soft thump, and she immediately began her morning ritual. Each action was deliberate, a shield against the gnawing unease. She arranged every file on her desk, ensuring perfect alignment, then attacked her inbox, deleting, archiving, and responding until it gleamed. Victor’s schedule was next; she reviewed it, noting every meeting, every call, every potential interruption. Requests from department heads, outstanding memos—she tackled them all, dispatching replies with practiced efficiency long before anyone else even thought about stepping out of an elevator. She had learned early, at twelve years old, that survival often meant pretending. Pretending everything was normal, pretending the world hadn’t shattered, pretending the gaping hole in her chest wasn’t there. Today was no different. By the time the first junior analyst shuffled in, gripping a pap
“Isabella stared at the necklace in Victor’s outstretched hand, the silver chain glinting under the dim light of the vault. Thirteen years. Thirteen years, every single morning, she’d clasped it at her throat without a second thought. It was the last thing her father ever gave her. She wasn’t going to take it off. Her mind drifted back, a blurry photograph of a twelve-year-old girl, her small hands fumbling with the clasp. Her mother was too lost in her own grief to notice her carefully packing it, a tiny, precious secret. She carried it across an ocean, from the ancient cobblestones of Rome to the sprawl of Los Angeles, and it hadn’t left her neck since. Not once.It was her father who put it there. He encoded something into it, something vital, and then he placed it around his twelve-year-old daughter’s neck. He sent her away knowing it would keep her connected to whatever he was desperately trying to protect. And he must have known, too, that connection could get her killed if the
“Read it again,” Victor said, his voice low and rough as he stared at Isabella’s phone like it might change if he looked away for even a second.Isabella did not argue with him and did not tease him for asking because she could see something in his face that scared her more than the message itself, so she tilted the screen toward him and let him take it from her hands.Victor read the message once more, slow and careful, his eyes moving over every word like he was afraid something would disappear if he blinked too hard, and when he reached the end he did not stop there but went back to the beginning and read it again, his breathing shallow, his fingers tight around the phone.“The tape,” he said quietly, more to himself than to her, “he told me about the tape.”Isabella lifted her head, “What tape.”Victor finally looked up at her and when he spoke his voice carried years inside it, “Felix told me two weeks before he died that he recorded everything.”She sat up straighter, “Everythin
“What happens now,” Isabella said, her voice quiet but steady as she sat across from Victor and tried to keep her hands from shaking in her lap.Victor did not answer right away and she did not rush him because she was busy turning his last words over and over in her head, slow and careful, the same way she treated every truth that could cut her open if she moved too fast.“So you are telling me,” she continued, looking at him directly, “that someone who knew my father well enough to sound like him has been watching me for years and choosing when to speak and when to stay silent and somehow neither you nor Kevin has found them.”Victor nodded once, his eyes tired, “Yes.”“That means they knew when I found the room,” Isabella said, speaking more to herself now but still aloud, “they knew when I saw Kevin in that building and they knew when I needed to be warned before I even knew it myself.”“Yes,” Victor said again.“And they are still alive,” she said, her voice rising slightly, “bec
“Leave it there,” Victor said without looking up from his phone when Rosa placed the tray on the table, his thumb still scrolling as if the screen required his full attention and not because he wanted an excuse not to look across the table yet.“Yes sir,” Rosa replied quietly, adjusting the placeme
“I am not going to sleep again tonight,” Isabella whispered into the empty room, her voice rough as she stared at the ceiling and already knew lying there pretending would only make her thoughts louder.She lay still for a while longer, counting nothing, thinking nothing useful, then finally pushed
“ What time are you meant to be here?” “Sir, I was…” “What time…” he interrupted “...are you meant to be here?” He repeated “ 8 0 clock Sir but there was…” “You are fired,” Victor said, his eyes fixed on the screen of his laptop. “Get out of my office” he said and the man turned to leave
“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







