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Chapter 6: A New Life, A New Name
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Alexa Hi loyal readers 😊. This is the author of Twisted Fate: Second Chance Heiress, as promised updates have begun starting from this month. Chapter 5&6 have been uploaded and I hope you will please give my debut novel a chance to win you over. 🤗 Thank you in advance. 🙏
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Twisted Fate: Second chance Heiress Chapter 29: Fury and the Aftermath
~Isabella's POV~ “Isabella?”Dante’s voice was a low, dangerous growl, laced with genuine concern, the sound pulling me back from the brink of pure terror. I was still impaled by the shock of the power tussle, the pressing weight of William’s rough hands still gripping my shoulders. My breath came out in a ragged rush, my suit jacket slightly twisted, my hair clinging damply to my temples. I opened my mouth, but no proper response formed....just a choked, useless sound. Before I could mutter anything intelligible, like a simple "Yes" or "Thank you"....Dante’s composure snapped, his focus laser fast as he turned back. His rage filled gaze averted from me and settled back on the pathetic figure of William....who was still sprawled awkwardly on the Persian rug, blinking up in confusion, but slowly regaining his senses. The transformation was chilling. The cool, controlled charm I associated with Dante vanished, replaced by a primal, frightening intensity. He moved not with the grace
Twisted Fate: Second chance Heiress Chapter 28: Reckless Intrusion
~Isabella’s POV~ The air that had felt so crystalline and clean only moments before now seemed thick with the scent of raw, masculine fury and the metallic tang of fear. My breath hitched, not in terror, but in sheer, cold annoyance. “What the hell are you doing here, William?” I demanded, the sheer audacity of his intrusion stripping away any veneer of politeness.I pushed my chair back....a sharp, scraping sound on the polished mahogany floor, and rose to my full height, placing the imposing desk like a barrier between us. My gaze, usually carefully moderated, was now sharp and uncompromising.“And what in God’s name gave you the guts to barge into my office unannounced? Did you think the rules of common decency suddenly didn’t apply to you?” Chloe, my assistant, was a study in trembling contrition, still attempting to smooth down her suit jacket after the collision. “I am so sorry, Ms. Cassagrande. I told him he had to wait. I really did try to stop him.....”I silenced her wit
Twisted Fate: Second chance Heiress Chapter 27: Crossing sacred lines
~Isabella's POV~ The air in the study thickened, the scent of aged leather and Dante’s cologne suddenly cloying. The low, seductive rumble of his last words "It's about your son...Tariq"....had struck me not with a bang, but with a silent, paralyzing chill, a cold sliver of ice aimed right at the heart of my carefully constructed world.Of all the secrets he could have unearthed, all the vulnerabilities he could have exploited, this was the line he had deliberately stepped across. A sacred boundary. My son.I turned fully back to him, forcing my body to remain still, my face a carefully crafted mask of polite inquiry. Inside, however, my entire being had recoiled, a coiled spring of pure, animalistic defense.“What about my son?” I asked, my tone surprisingly civil, almost conversational. It was a conscious effort, a refusal to let the icy paranoia that was rapidly bubbling in my stomach break the surface. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear.Dante didn’t answer
Twisted Fate: Second chance Heiress Chapter 26: Mind Games
~Isabella’s POV~I should’ve known.I should’ve realized the moment I saw that message, the cold chill that ran down my spine, the overwhelming sense of dread that flooded me....this was Dante’s game all along.It was so obvious now. Only he would be audacious enough to send that picture, to trap me in a moment of vulnerability. And to think, I’d spent hours....hours....torturing myself over who could have sent it. Trying to conjure a faceless enemy, a phantom from my past who knew my deepest secret. I had built a fortress of paranoia around myself, convinced that someone, somewhere, had finally discovered that Melissa Mondragon was still alive. As if anyone else would be so bold, so daring, so calculated. But of course, it was Dante. Of course.The man never did anything without a reason. He played a game, and I was his pawn, whether I liked it or not. And now here he stood, a smug look on his face, watching me unravel in front of him.But what I couldn’t understand was why. Why g
Twisted Fate: Second chance Heiress Chapter 25: Closer than you think
~Isabella’s POV~ Morning came too soon, as the first rays of dawn pressed against my window...pale and fragile, like an unwelcome reminder of reality. I hadn’t slept...not even for a second. The sheets beside me were a mess, tangled and twisted, soaked with sweat from hours of restless tossing. My body ached for rest, but my mind refused to shut down, its constant loop of thoughts and images mocking me. Not just the kiss. Not just of Robert.But that damned message. The phone still sat on my nightstand, its black screen like a watchful eye. A silent, damning presence. That picture…that text. My stomach clenched every time I thought of it.“Fun Night.” The words burned into my memory. Who would send that? Who was watching me so closely, closely enough to catch me in such a vulnerable, dangerous moment? And why? I’d checked the number again and again. Unregistered. Anonymous. A phantom hiding behind digital smoke and mirrors. But it was the image that had gutted me....the clarity
Twisted Fate: Second chance Heiress Chapter 24: The Ghost on My Lips
~Robert’s POV~ I came back into focus with a sharp, stinging pain. The sound of the slap was a deafening crack that echoed in the sudden silence of the bar, a sound so loud it seemed to pull me out of the hazy, drunken trance I had been in. My head snapped to the side, the burning sensation on my cheek. It wasn’t just a slap, it was a jolt back to reality. She was gone. Isabella was gone. And I was left standing there, a dazed fool in the middle of a crowded bar, a spectacle for everyone to gawk at, with the ghost of Melissa on my lips and the fiery reality of Isabella’s fury on my face. My palm lifted slowly, almost instinctively, and I pressed it against my cheek. I could still feel the heat radiating from where her hand had landed, pulsing like a brand. It wasn’t just pain....it was shame. A raw reminder of how low I’d sunk. My mind felt like a tangled web. Slapped twice, in one day. First by Jodie, my fiancé, a woman I had failed to protect and reassure. And now, by Isabell
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