LOGINIsabella tilted her head, studying Julian's face. "Sir?" she asked, a teasing lilt creeping into her voice. "Are you avoiding me?"Julian didn't look up from the documents spread across his desk. "Why would I?""It's the weekend, and you've locked yourself in here working."Before he could answer, she stood and walked toward his desk. She picked up a random sheet of paper, scanning it as if the numbers and legal jargon meant something to her."Give that back," Julian said immediately."No.""Isabella." His voice dropped, slow and serious. "Give that back and leave."She lifted her chin. "What if I don't want to?""Give me that."He reached for the paper at the same moment she pulled it away.The sound of tearing cut sharply through the room."What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped, his deep blue eyes locking onto hers with sudden, cold anger.She paused, startled. "I... I'm sorry""Sorry for what?" he cut in. "What exactly are you sorry for?"She inhaled shakily. "Well... it's n
Isabella's povI walked into the living room and saw Julian stretched out on the couch, a bowl of chips balanced on his thigh, eyes fixed on whatever show was playing. He didnât even glance my way. His dark curls were damp, like heâd just stepped out of the shower, and his lashes were still clumped with water. That alone did something to me, annoying and confusing.I walked closer and cleared my throat.âAhem.ââAhem,â I tried again.âI met with some officers today,â I said finally. âThey were saying something about you assaulting a man, so you might want to visit the station.ââWhy did they call you and not me?â he asked, still not looking at me.âWell⊠wellâŠâ I stammered. âAhemâŠâHe lifted one hand, palm out, dismissing me like I was a staff that had spoken out of turn. The words died in my throat. Heat rushed to my face, I clicked my tongue loudly, making sure he heard it, then turned and walked out before he could see how much that hurt.After my bath, I sat on the edge of my bed
She followed him upstairs, her steps quick and impulsive, and entered his room without knocking.âWhy are you coming back by this time?â she asked.Julian didnât turn around. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders like she wasnât even there. A low, humourless snicker left him.âI donât remember adding a nagging wife when I was drafting our contract.ââJulian, please. I just want to know the truth.ââThe truth?â he repeated. âDo I look like someone who has the time to interfere in whatever is going on between you and your ex? I donât have that right. You made that very clear. This is a contract, remember? I canât be fighting for what isnât mine.ââYouâre right,â he continued, stepping closer to her. âI shouldnât be playing with emotions that shouldnât even exist in the first place. Thatâs on me, I was lenient. Letting you walk into my room like this, accusing me of something so⊠low. Do you even know who I am?âHe was standing right in front of her now.He
Isabella sat with Damien in the living room, both of them laughing over something silly he said. She wasnât really paying attention though, her mind kept drifting. Julian sat a few feet away, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his eyes kept flicking up at them.He didnât like what he was seeing.Then Isabellaâs phone started ringing. She picked it up slowly and frowned when she saw âUnknown Number.âShe hesitated, but Damien nudged her playfully. âAre you not going to answer?âShe sighed and pressed the green button. âHello?â she said softly.A deep, familiar voice crackled through the speaker.âHey, baby⊠how are you doing?âHer stomach twisted.Her face went pale, her smile disappearing instantly. She quickly ended the call and blocked the number without saying a word. Damien noticed her change in expression immediately.âIs everything okay?â he asked, frowning a little.âYeah,â Isabella replied quickly. âItâs nothing.âBut before she could even put her phone down, it rang
Isabella pov I didnât even realize when I fell asleep last night. Damien and Julian hadnât come back yet, and honestly, I didnât care. My head was pounding, my heart was still stuck somewhere between fear and embarrassment. So I just crawled under the blanket and slept.Now, itâs morning. The smell of coffee, pancake and bacon filled the dining room as I sat opposite Julian, pretending to be busy cutting my pancake into perfect squares. Damien sat beside him, the both of them quietly eating while I pushed my food around my plate. My stomach turned every time I remembered last night.How dare Nathan show his face again?After everything he did to me? After all the failed promises, all those lies, he had the nerve to appear and try to gaslight me.I stabbed a piece of pancake harder than necessary, chewing like it offended me.âIsabella?â Damienâs voice pulled me back. He was watching me closely, a crease between his brows. âYou okay?âI blinked, snapping out of my thoughts. âHuh? Yeah
Isabella's pov The TV was on, but I couldnât even tell what I was watching. My eyes kept drifting to the door like a fool. Every sound outside made my heart skip, a car, footsteps, anything.Where the hell was Julian?Damien was sprawled beside me, clearly amused. âYouâve looked at that door about fifty times in the last ten minutes,â he teased. âYou expecting someone?âHeat rushed to my cheeks. âNo,â I said quickly, grabbing the remote and pretending to adjust the volume.âSure,â he said, clearly not buying it. âIn case youâre wondering, he went to the Williamsâ house for dinner.âI blinked. âThe Williams?â The name sounded familiar, but I couldnât place it.Damien tilted his head. âYou havenât met Sarah yet?â The name hit me like poison. My stomach twisted so hard I almost laughed. Sarah, Of course.My mind went back to that day, her smug little face, the way she poured water on me like I was trash, the way she kissed Julian like she owned him.I clenched my fists, âWhy did he go t







