~Isabella's POV~ Ivy and William both froze. Their earlier rage replaced by a stunned silence. As Dante pushed off the doorframe, walking slowly towards us. He didn’t say another word, but his presence alone had a quiet command that seemed to deflate the volatile atmosphere. “I ask again, is there a problem here?” Dante's voice, low yet authoritative boomed, as he stood right in front of me with one hand in his trouser pockets, staring keenly at both William and Ivy. His expensive masculine cologne filling up my nostrils. I could instantly tell it was Savauge by Dior, a very popular perfume brand which a single bottle costs an average workers one year salary, if not more. “Two against one, don't you think that's a bit unfair”. he continued. “This doesn't concern you”. retorted William, his face twisted with annoyance, stepping forward, meeting Dante in a very close range as both men glared intently into each other's eyes, like a brawl would break out between them at any second.
~Isabella’s POV~ Stretching out my hands, I gathered a hand full of paper towels from the table and dabbed all over my blazer to lessen the stain, but the damage had already been done. “Who the hell are you?” I thundered the question, darting my eyes back at the woman with a victorious smirk stretched across her lips, still clutching the empty wine glass in her hands. Stepping forward, “Your lucky it's just wine instead of chemical acid” she bluntly threatened. “Consider this a lesson to teach you to stay away from someone else's boyfriend!”. raising her voice she threw the accusation, alerting everyone around us in the cafe. As prying eyes now glared in our direction witnessing the drama that unfolded between us. My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” I exclaimed, clearly bewildered by her utterance. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, with my face twisted into a scowl, irritated by her behavior but mostly her audacity. She doesn't respond, but instead takes another step clos
~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