Isabella's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with an empty space beside her. She stretched, arching her back, and a soft smile spread across her face as she recalled the passionate night she'd shared with Vincent. Her gaze fell upon Vincent's phone lying on the bedside table.
She picked it up, her fingers tracing the familiar contours of the device. A sudden pang of nostalgia hit her, and she missed her uncle, Luca. It had been far too long since they'd last spoken. Without hesitation, she dialed his number, and the phone rang several times before Luca's deep voice answered.
"Hello?" Luca's tone was cautious, a hint of wariness underlying his words.
"It's me," Isabella replied, trying to sound cheerful despite the nagging sense of unease.
"Isabella?" Luca's voice sharpened, panic creeping into his tone. "Are you okay? I've been trying to reach you for days."
Isabella's heart swelled with emotion as she realized how worried her uncl
Megan was so angry and she wanted revenge from not only Austin but also from Isabella, she was the reason that she lost Vincent. She remembered how lost he was when they married and she knew very well that he was just thinking about her, and this made her more angry, she was with him for the past 3 years and in just a few months after meeting and relationship, he started loving Isabella and the scar she gave Megan on her cheek on their wedding day was still raw memory in her mind, Megan can't see after ruining her life Vincent and Isabella had a life which she deserve.She called someone and said, “I know what you want. You want to see Isabella dead, and right now, I also want this. So why not help each other and get what we want?”The other line was silent for a while, and the woman said, “What do you want from me?”“Vincent will not let me meet with her. He threatens me too, but he can’t do anything if you go to meet her. After all, you are her stepmom, Olivia. So go and meet her,
Vincent's face twisted in anger. "You lied to me and turned me against Isabella," he spat. "You conspired for her death, while all the fault was yours. If you do anything to my love and my son, I'll give you a painful death."Brandon laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Shoot him," he ordered his men, his voice dripping with malice.Brandon's face turned red with rage as he screamed at his men, "Shoot this fucking' bastard!" But to his shock, none of them moved. They just stood there, their eyes fixed on Vincent with a mixture of fear and admiration.Vincent smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You think I'm a mafia king just like that, and it's so easy to kill me?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "All your men are mine. Well, it wasn't that difficult. Their family members are in my custody at this time, so these people will do what I tell them."Brandon's eyes widened in shock and rage. "You bastard!" he spat, his hand shaking with fury as he raised his gun and
Brandon's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Isabella. "Everything happened because of you," he spat, his voice venomous. "She died because of you."Isabella's face contorted in a mixture of grief and fear. "Look what happened," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry, but my son is innocent. Leave him please, he's only 7 years old."Brandon's face twisted in a snarl. "My baby wasn't even born when he died!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.Isabella took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. "He was a victim of your hatred and revenge," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Brandon's eyes flashed with anger, and he lunged at Isabella, grabbing her hair and pulling her towards him. "You deserve the same pain I've been through," he hissed, his breath hot against her ear.Isabella's eyes went wide with terror as Brandon's words sent a chill down her spine. "But before that," he continued, his voice dripping with malice, "we were engaged, but you never let me t
Isabella's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped into the grand mansion, her eyes scanning the opulent decor with a mixture of fear and determination. She had come for one reason: to rescue her son, Zyne.As she walked through the foyer, she noticed the guards stationed in front of the door, their eyes fixed on her with a curious expression. But to her surprise, none of them moved to stop her. It was as if they had been instructed to let her pass.Isabella's instincts screamed at her to be cautious, but she pressed on, her feet carrying her deeper into the mansion. She turned a corner and entered a lavish living room, where Brandon stood waiting for her."Ah, you're finally here, Isabella," Brandon said, his voice dripping with malice. "I've been waiting for you."Isabella's eyes locked onto Brandon's, her heart racing with anger and fear. "Leave my son alone, Brandon," she spat, her voice trembling with emotion.Brandon chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, Isabella, w
Isabella's voice trembled as she recounted the events that had led to Zyne's disappearance. "We went for lunch; I was in the washroom, and some guards were with him. When I came back, my guards were injured; they had bullet injuries, and my son was missing."Her words trailed off as she burst into tears, her body shaking with sobs. Vincent's expression turned deathly serious, his eyes narrowing into slits."I didn't kidnap our son, Isabella," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I can't do that. I want you both back."Isabella's tears slowed as she looked up at Vincent, her eyes searching for any sign of deception. But all she saw was a fierce determination, a burning anger that seemed to radiate from every pore."I promise you, whoever kidnapped our son will pay dearly," Vincent continued, his voice dripping with venom. "I will give him a very painful death. I promise you."With that, Vincent turned and strode out of the room, leaving Isabella staring after him in shock. She felt
Vincent sat in his office, his eyes fixed on some point in front of him, his mind lost in thought. He was a man consumed by his own emotions, torn apart by the conflicting desires that warred within him.What he felt for Isabella was love, pure and simple. He wanted her back, wanted a normal life with his family, where Isabella was his wife and Zyne was their son. He wanted to wake up every morning with Isabella by his side, to fall asleep every night with her in his arms.But how could he make that happen? How could he undo the damage he had done, repair the hurt he had caused?As he sat there, lost in thought, a noise outside his cabin broke the silence. Vincent's head jerked up, his eyes narrowing as he listened.And then he heard it, a familiar voice, one that made his heart skip a beat."Where is your boss?" the voice demanded. "I have to meet him now."Vincent's eyes widened in surprise as the cabin door burst open and Isabella strode in, her eyes blazing with anger."Where is h
Vincent walked out of the courtroom, his eyes fixed on the floor. He had expected Isabella to win and had known all along that she would be granted sole custody of their son. He had planned it that way.As he walked, he couldn't shake the image of Isabella's face from his mind. Her eyes had blazed with hatred, her expression twisted in anger. Vincent knew that he had hurt her deeply, had broken her trust, and shattered her heart.But as he saw the hate in her eyes, something inside of him shifted. He realized that if he were to snatch their son away from her, she would hate him even more. And Vincent knew that he couldn't bear that.He had already hurt Isabella so much, had caused her so much pain. He didn't want to add to that pain, didn't want to make her hate him even more. For the first time in his life, Vincent felt a pang of guilt, a sense of remorse for his actions.He knew that if he wanted to, he could easily get his son back. He had the power, the influence, and the resource
The courtroom fell silent as Wendy, Isabella's lawyer, stood up to present her case. She walked confidently to the front of the room, a small smile playing on her lips."Your Honor, esteemed members of the court, today we have new evidence that will prove beyond a doubt that Vincent is not the loving father he claims to be," Wendy began, her voice clear and strong.She walked over to a large screen at the front of the room and clicked a button. Suddenly, a photograph appeared on the screen, showing Vincent standing next to a beautiful woman, a diamond ring gleaming on her finger."This is a photograph of Vincent and his fiancée, Megan Parker, daughter of James Parker," Wendy explained. "As you can see, they were deeply in love and engaged to be married."The courtroom erupted into a flurry of whispers and gasps, and Vincent's face turned bright red with anger.But Wendy wasn't finished yet. She clicked another button, and a second photograph appeared on the screen, showing Vincent sta
Vincent's eyes locked onto Isabella's, his gaze calm and steady. He raised his index finger to his lips and said, "Shh, stop shouting. You might hurt your throat."Isabella's eyes flashed with anger, but Vincent just smiled and walked towards her. She stepped back, her eyes never leaving his, but Vincent kept coming, his movements slow and deliberate.As he approached her, Isabella's eyes darted to the side, and she quickly stepped back again, reaching for the drawer behind her. Vincent's eyes narrowed, and he sighed, "Isabella, don't...".But it was too late. Isabella had already pulled out the gun, her hands shaking with rage. Vincent rolled his eyes, and in a swift motion, he reached out and snatched the gun from her hand.Isabella struggled against him, but Vincent held her tight, his arms wrapped around her from behind. He buried his face in her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin.Isabella tried to free herself, but Vincent's grip was like steel. "You won't listen to me l