MasukHer 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.“Valeria Hart is not accepting calls,” the nurse repeated for the third time, her voice calm but firmer now, like the words had been rehearsed to close conversations rather than open them.“Please,” Isabella said, leaning slightly forward even though the nurse could not see her properly through the line, her grip tightening on the phone, “just ask her again, tell her it is her daughter.”There was a pause.Then the same answer again, slower this time like patience was running thin on the other end.“Valeria Hart has asked not to be contacted by anyone connected to the name Kade.”The line stayed open but nothing else came through it, and Isabella sat very still after that, her fingers not moving, her breathing slightly off, like her body had not caught up to what it had just heard.“Kade,” she repeated quietly after the call ended, the word sitting in her mouth like it did not belong there.She stayed like that for a long time, phone still in her hand, until she finally said, “Okay,”
“I am fine,” Victor said to no one in particular as he lay in his room staring at the ceiling, the words coming out low and controlled like they had been rehearsed enough times to sound real even when they were not.He did not move for a long time.“I am fine,” he repeated again, quieter now, as if repetition could turn it into something true.The ceiling stayed the same.The room stayed the same.His thoughts did not.“It is work,” he said out loud, shifting slightly on the bed, “Zachary Belt, the contracts, the board waiting for answers, everything is exactly what it always is.”He paused, then added, “Nothing is different.”The silence in the room did not agree with him.At four he got up without needing to decide it and walked to his study and turned on the lights and sat down like the day had already started without permission.“I will clear the backlog,” he said softly to himself as he opened the first file, “then everything will settle.”He worked till seven, when Rosa knocked
“Delaney,” Isabella said quickly, her thumb already moving before her brain fully caught up, locking her screen in the same motion, hiding the message like it was something she could physically push away, her voice coming out steadier than her body felt, “it was Delaney, she sent something earlier and I forgot to reply.”Victor stood in the doorway without moving closer, his eyes fixed on her face for a long moment, then briefly flicking to her phone and back again like he was weighing every syllable she had just given him and deciding where it fit.“Delaney,” he repeated slowly, not asking, not agreeing, just holding the word there.“Yes,” Isabella said immediately, too quickly, then forced herself to slow down and added, “she sends random things all the time, I just did not open it properly.”Victor did not respond right away, and the silence made her aware of how tightly she was holding the phone, how her shoulders were too high, how her breathing was not normal even though she was
“Nothing happened,” Isabella said to herself quietly as she stood in the corridor outside the painting room, her fingers resting on the edge of the wooden box as she gently closed the lid and placed it back exactly where she found it, careful like even breathing too hard would make everything worse.She stayed there a moment longer, staring at the closed box, then whispered, “It is not my business,” and turned away even though her chest felt tight in a way she did not want to name.Back in her room she sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded together, and said again, softer this time, “It is not my business,” like repetition could lock it away somewhere permanent.She leaned back slowly and stared at the ceiling, letting the silence settle around her, and after a while she said out loud, “An old photograph, a name, nothing more,” and then she turned her head slightly and added, “I am not doing this to myself.”Still, the name stayed.Brown.She whispered it once, then again, then sto
“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 placement of the cup like she always did even when he did not ask, “Miss Isabella’s tea is hot, I checked twice.”Victor nodded once and did not answer further, and Rosa stepped back just as Isabella came down the stairs, her footsteps light but not hesitant, controlled in a way that made it clear she was already fully awake.She did not say good morning.He did not say it either.Rosa placed the tea in front of Isabella and said, “I will bring more toast if you need,” and Isabella answered with a polite thank you that sounded practiced and distant, and then Rosa left them alone.They sat across from each other with the table between them, Victor reading through his morning report and Isabella hold
“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 herself up and said quietly that this was pointless and that she might as well move, because the bed was starting to feel like it was holding her down instead of letting her rest.In the bathroom she wrapped the robe around herself and tied it too tightly, then loosened it again, muttering that this place was too quiet and too big and that five in the morning should not feel this heavy.She opened the door and stepped into the corridor, the floor cool under her feet, and said under her breath that she was only walking and not going anywhere in particular, as if saying it would make it true.Without meaning to, she stopped in front of the study again, and she sighed softly when she realized







