The room went into pandemonium as gunshots barked on. The officers who came in were confronted by the resentment of Vincent’s men placed outside. The crack of bullets passing overhead filled the air, and the smell of gunpowder was not in the air.Vincent’s men returned fire with the officers—their moves sharp and planned. The officers were surprised and had a hard time seeking cover. One after the other, they fell on the ground, injured and helpless.When the gunfire continued, Vincent’s men went ahead to secure the area. One of them saw Vincent and ran at him, gun drawn, to create cover.At the same time, Isabella’s eyes traced the room, her heart beating in fear. She saw a gun lying on the ground, covered by a fallen officer's body. Not hesitating at all, she grabbed it and started to face Vincent.In a finger, she pulled her trigger and fired. Vincent staggered backwards when the bullet hit his shoulder. He grunted with pain; his eyes slitted, and he grabbed at the wound.But his m
The tension rose as Isabella spoke words filled with accusation, hurting Vincent very deeply. "You keep choosing to betray my trust, and I can’t forgive it again." She emphasized, shouting, "This time I will not accept any of your lies," her emotion heard in her voice.His face seemed collected, even as concern briefly showed in his eyes. He advanced just a bit more while still holding his hands up as though to calm her down. "What are you talking about, Bella? His voice low and steady, he asked her to put the gun down and speak with him rationally.Her response came quickly and was filled with rage. She looked at him with outrage and snapped, 'Don’t say my name, I hate you, Vincent. I fucking hate you." She could hardly speak, and she clutched the gun harder.Though his face showed no emotion, Vincent looked at Isabella and saw pain in her eyes. He was fully aware that a wrong move could cause everything to spiral out of his grasp. He walked forward at a gentle pace while keeping his
With a shaking hand, Isabella dialed Luca from within a base of concern."I need your help, Uncle," she said unsteadily on the phone.Luca seemed to be concerned when he talked. "Isabella, what's wrong? You sound upset."Sobs that flooded Isabella’s words had uncontrollable tremors in her voice."Take Zyne anywhere but away from Vincent and his dark world. Just make sure he's safe. Make him stay away from this terrible reality."Luca's tone turned urgent. "Isabella, what's going on? Why are you saying this?"Isabella’s voice choked out sobbingly, urgently. "Just do it, Uncle. Take it as it's my last wish. You’ve protected me from every hardship. You’re responsible for protecting my son now. He's all I have left."Luca's voice was firm. "Isabella, stop talking like that. You're scaring me. What's happening?"Isabella's voice was barely audible. "As you sheltered me right through my life, do the same for my son. It's your responsibility, Uncle. Please, at all costs, protect him."For a
Isabella’s eyes were focused on the screen, her eyes full of shock as she watched the images and footage. The pictures and videos put her in a loop of thought, and she clutched at the pencil harder. In an instant, it crumbled up, and the echo rang out about the still room.She rose from her chair, her motions hasty and fidgety. Olivia did the same; her eyes were only fixed on Isabella’s determined expression.Olivia cut her off before she reached the door, and her voice arrested her forward movement. “If you’re going to catch him now, he won’t be there today. You may call him, but don’t bet on the fact that he will answer."Isabella froze her hand on the doorknob, looking past Olivia, her back still stiff. The words remained behind, threatening her silently. Holding the handle tight, she turned around to face Olivia with her eyes blazing with emotion: anger and pain."Where is he?" Isabella didn’t falter with her voice, but the emotions were intense.****Olivia kept her smirk before
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,
The conference room was buzzing with restless energy – papers rustled, low whispers filled the air – and there, seated at the head of the table, Isabella was lost in deep thought about the final updates to her project. Her team, clearly full of excitement and the nervousness that sneaks up before something big, was watching and listening in a kind of anticipatory disarray.Then, suddenly, the door opened, and a sudden silence fell over everyone. In the doorway, Vincent Moreno – her husband – appeared in a form that normally carries the weight of an impending storm. She looked at him with surprise."Everyone leave," she said, not averting her gaze for a moment. It was as if her order carried a weight that left little room for discussion.Her team exchanged puzzled glances, and with Isabella's barely noticeable nod, they began packing their belongings in a hasty,The door closed behind them, and the room fell silent. She looked at her husband in surprise, and she saw something in his eye
Vincent Moreno emerged from the luxurious sedan, parking the car in front of the house. He stepped out in style as the car door was opened for him. His sharp brown eyes scanned the doors and windows of the house.The doors opened wide for him when a maid stepped outside, welcoming him in. A wide smile appeared on Moreno's face as he walked towards the door. He seemed to embrace control of the house as he walked past the staircase made of marble and the chandelier hanging above.His voice was daunting and echoed loudly in the house, “Megan, where are you?”, expecting his Ex-wife to show and attend to his call.The maid had instructed him to the poolside, and he was aware she often secluded herself in places where she believed no one else would go. The noise created by the heels of his boots on the marble tile was more pronounced as he neared the rounded terrace. Furthermore, the scent of chlorine was all-consuming, and the gentle waves accompanying the water's rhythm splashing into the
The dim bedroom conditions allowed Isabella to watch as her sleeping husband rested by her side. Vincent Moreno served as the ex-mafia king while being her husband who appeared restful under the soft blanket in which his muscular body lay partially hidden. The rhythmic movement of his breathing combined with the heat coming from his body which pressed against her.She experienced a mental scramble while she attempted to understand the dialogue she had exchanged with Megan. Isabella's memory played the woman's words over again because her words revealed a chilling image combining doubt and deceitful acts. The woman no longer fell victim to her schemes.Her determination strengthened more or less every single breathe she took in that moment. Vincent became her significant choice back when she decided to choose him instead of living in the darkness of her past history. The woman had witnessed Vincent's deep love combined with his complete devotion toward both her and their young son Zyne.
With eyes shut, Isabella marvelled at the heat of the shower water that pummelled her entire body. A deep breath escaped from her lungs as she relaxed from the night's stress. Her mind returned to the interaction with Megan and the secret message that Megan had provided at their meeting. She wondered what facts this woman had concerning her husband.A peculiar sensation tingled across her skin behind her back. A quick pounding of her heart revealed Vincent's sandalwood and leather perfume that always identified him to her. The towel slipped from her shoulder as soon as he touched her because he had been watching while she bathed and she recognized his entrance.He spoke in a low husky voice saying her name.She snapped her eyes open after which she turned her face toward him. His naked body stood out due to his well-developed muscle structure on the tiled floor. The brown intensity of his eyes examined her face because Vincent sought her soul as much as her flesh.Vincent approached he