~Isabella's POV~A new day had come, as the morning sun rays filtered softly through an open gap in the draped curtains in my bedroom, extinguishing the darkness. My eyes were already wide awake, since I could barely get any sleep due to the insomnia that taunted me. With the unexpected events of the previous night reeling through my mind, uncertain of what my next course of action should be. I shot up from the bed, steadying myself as my eyes scanned across the room taking in the asthethic scenery before me. The atmosphere was quiet with a sense of calmness, quite different from the fast paced momento during my time in the states. Exhaling my breathe, I dragged my body out of the bed, heading straight into the bathroom to take a warm soothing shower which I hoped would do the trick to calm my jittered nerves, but it didn't. Stepping out of the shower, while drying out my hair, I glanced at the mirror in front of me and took a long hard look at myself. But the person who stared back
William? Boyfriend?. I stuttered, feeling confused at the absurd claim, the man who stood before me, nursing his bruised jaw had made. As my fists gradually unclenched, my body slacked, and the adrenaline that had been pumping through my veins now receded, leaving me feeling weak and lightheaded. William?. My breathe hitched. The name felt foreign on my tongue, and didn't ring any bells. Not until he let go of his jaw, stepping out of the shadows that concealed his face, as the moon's glow illuminated his features. That's when I recognized him. The same William, whose picture sat on Isabella’s nightstand, the one I’d seen and dismissed as a mere acquaintance. But clearly I was mistaken, now knowing he was much more than that. The terror began to recede, replaced by a fresh wave of confusion and a prickle of guilt for striking him. “What the hell, Isabella?” he groaned, his hand still cupped around his jaw. “Did you really forget me that quickly? Or is this just another one of your
~Isabella’s POV~ “Dante Romero”. The sheer utterance of his name sounded like a distant echo. One which made my skin crawl with disdain. My heart sank, my stomach churned, as I stared back stunned and speechless. While I tried to grasp the revealed identity of the man who stood inches before me. My alleged suitor. My nemesis. A man I considered a nightmare in designer suits. Ugh. How was this even possible?. Of all the men in the world, it could have literally been anyone else......but him. The same man who, mere hours ago, had accused my driver of incompetence and dismissed me as a "spoiled brat." as fragment memories of the unpleasant encounter we had earlier in the day now pricked at my mind, slowly building up the rage I had now suppressed. Fate sure had a cruel sense of humor, but I definitely wasn't laughing, when the joke was a deliberate jab at me. The room seemed to spiral, drowning me in it's swarmed chaos. “You!” I repeat, as the word came out broken, barely abo
~Melissa’s POV~Stepping out of the airport, a cool gust of wind brushed against my skin and make-up contoured face, roughly tussling my chestnut brown hair. As an unfamiliar sensation surges through me. Liberation? Freedom? or perhaps Power?. I couldn't tell for sure, but it sure felt damn good. Two years had breezed by in a jiffy.Two years, I had spent navigating the hallowed halls of European business schools, forging connections and meticulously crafting my persona to slip into the role of my new status......as an heiress, and CEO of Cassagrande holdings. Currently the No.#1 thriving hospitality firm in the country and it was all mine to claim. My pastel blue tailored blazer felt like a second layer of skin, as my heels clicked with purpose on the tarmac below. Each step, a declaration...... I was ready!. "Welcome back, Miss Cassagrande”. the family chauffeur, Mr. Anderson, greeted, with his usual stoic face softened by a rare smile. Standing beside the sleek black Mercedes AM
~Melissa’s POV~ Hearing the doctors last words left an echoed effect in my mind. One which made me feel even more befuddled. You would think that after everything I had just learned in the last half hour or hour...... i couldn't tell for sure. I would have gotten used to his utterances but that would be a blunt lie masked as delusion. The silence in the room was so loud and unsettling, that the sound of a dropped pin wouldn't go unnoticed, as my eyes glared at the man and woman before me, with questions reeling through my mind in search of answers. “I’m sure you have alot of questions to ask us Melissa”. the woman's voice, gentle yet firm spoke out finally cutting through the uncomfortable silence, like she could literally read my thoughts in that moment. She had a petite body.... probably 5ft tall, with black bouncy shoulder length hair and brown pupiled eyes that looked sad but had so much love and empathy in them, while dressed in a floral print gown, black polished stilettos
~Melissa~“We’re getting a divorce” “Sign the papers Melissa!” “Wait...... Robert? Please” “Your no longer my responsibility” ***********************The echoed sounds of my last memories [which felt more like nightmares] jolted me awake. My eyelids twitched and felt heavy, as though I had been in an eternal slumber. Before they fluttered open........as I slowly regained consciousness. The lights above me were too bright, blurring my vision. “Thank heavens.........Doctor! Come quick, she's finally awake” I hear a female voice in the background call out. The sterile scent of antiseptic wafted in the air filling up my nostrils. With the faint sound of beeping monitors beside me, making me realize I was in a hospital room despite my mind being a hazy mess. My body limbs felt sore and heavy.....most especially my legs, with every attempt to move being futile. Mixed with a dull, throbbing pain in my head. “Urgh”. What happened to me?I silently winced out, asking no one in parti