The Billionaire's Dead Wife: Married To A Monster

Isabella'S POVLilith didn’t move. She stood there, blocking my path. Her sharp hazel eyes staring at me, as if daring me to react. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. “You’re pathetic,” she said, her voice low and mocking. “No wonder Simon got bored. You’re weak, Isabella. A nobody.”“Move,” I hissed, my voice filled with both anger and despair. I had just given away everything to the worst monsters on earth. The sweat and blood of my father, all down the drain. “Or what?” she said, stepping closer. “What are you going to do? Cry? Throw a tantrum? Face it, you’ve already lost.”My hand shot out before I could stop myself, and I shoved her back. “Get out of my way!” Lilith stumbled but caught herself, her smirk only becoming wider. “Touched a nerve, did I?”“Enough!” Simon’s voice cut through the room. His expression was cold as he slipped the signed papers into an envelope. “You two are going to ruin everything,” he said, glaring at Lilith before turning his

Isabella's POV“Italy? I’m in Italy?” I whispered, my voice cracking. My throat felt dry, probably because I hadn’t used it in months. The nurse nodded, but she didn’t answer; instead, she turned around and left the room, leaving me in confusion.My body was heavy, but I tried my best to sit up nonetheless. The door opened, and a different nurse walked in this time, with a smile on her face. “How are you feeling?” she asked; her English carried a bit of an Italian accent.“I—“ I didn’t know how to respond to all that was happening around me. I was alive, and I was well. “I don’t know. I woke up, and I don’t know how I got here.” I said. It was hard for me to adjust to this new reality.“You’re safe,” she said with a warm smile, her words reassuring. “You’ve been through a lot, but you’re in good hands now. My name is Rina.”Safe? I wasn’t sure I believed that. “Why am I in Italy?”“You were brought here after your accident,” Rina explained. “You’ve been unconscious for six months now.

ISABELLA'S POVMalakai didn't look surprised; he didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. If anything, it was like he had been waiting for me to say it. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Revenge,” he repeated slowly, as if waiting for my confirmation.I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. “Yes.” I had never been so sure about anything in my life like I was sure of this.His green eyes locked onto mine, studying me. “And how exactly do you plan on getting it?”“I’ll figure it out,” I said, trying to keep my voice firm, to assure myself that I was right, though deep down, I wasn’t sure how.Malakai let out a low hum, as if he found amusement in my situation. “With what resources? What connections? The world thinks you’re dead, Isabella . Your name, your power, your wealth—none of it exists anymore.”His words were true, but they were heavy on me. He wasn’t wrong. I was nobody now. I didn't know what to say.“Do you think you’re ready for revenge?” He ask