Isabella Damien's threat to Robert over the phone concerned me. He was dead serious when he said those cold icy and yet brimming hot with pure hatred. Damien was very handsome but he could also be terrifying to gaze at when he was pissed.After his outburst, he had retired upstairs, ashamed to look me in my eyes. I understood that he did not want me to ever see him that way so I gave him his space.My mind was consumed by a whirlwind of emotions, each one more tumultuous than the last. The revelation of Robert's return had sent shockwaves through the fragile peace of our lives, shattering the illusion of safety and security that I had clung to so desperately.Fear gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, a dark specter lurking in the shadows of my mind, threatening to consume me whole. I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that hung over me like a heavy cloud, casting a pall of uncertainty over everything I held dear.Was he here to wreak havoc on our lives once again, to tear us apa

Isabella With the Moretti family, it was always one drama after the other. Damien had his fair share of problems even before he met me and I had mine. However, it was when we became involved together that I knew just how combined our issues were.While I was staying with my father Emilio, Rose had shown up with a friendly proposal. It had made no sense when she had proposed it and I had looked to Damien for answers."What did she mean by allegiance to her?" I asked helplessly."It means that she knows you are pregnant," Emilio answered."That does not answer my question, Father," I said."You are carrying an heir in you, Isabella, your worth just increased over the night," Emilio said."And who judges my worth or deems me worthy of being a part of Renaissance," I asked."The Founder's Association," Damien answered quietly. "It seems like you are back in the game, Isabella," Damien mused. He had been so withdrawn ever since Rose had come. He looked so troubled."My daughter will not b

Isabella As I stepped out of the chaotic storm that was my encounter with Rose St. Dumas, I felt the need to escape, to find solace in the calm of the outside world. Ava, my mother-in-law, sensing my distress, offered to accompany me, and together we made our way to a nearby spa, seeking respite from the turmoil that had engulfed us.As we entered the tranquil oasis of the spa, a sense of serenity washed over me, soothing my frayed nerves and quieting the relentless chatter of my mind. The soft music, the gentle murmur of flowing water, and the soothing scent of lavender enveloped me like a warm embrace, lulling me into a state of peaceful relaxation.Ava and I settled into plush lounge chairs, savoring the luxurious tranquility of our surroundings as we allowed ourselves to be pampered and indulged. As I closed my eyes and let the tension melt away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Ava's unwavering support and understanding, a reminder that even in the darkest of ti

IsabellaIt was clear to me just how delicate this Renaissance issue was becoming. Was there no ally out there on our side? There were times when I doubted if Damien and I were ever going to survive this ordeal that was our lives. I knew that my husband had people in his past who had a hard time letting go but I did not think that it was going to be this difficult.I had moved twice because of how deadly his work had become. The first time, it had been our first matrimonial home but Damien's father had sent masked men to ransack the house. Till today, I still do not understand why. In fact, I still do not understand the situation between Damien and his father.Damien had gone to see Rose, his ex's mother to confront her about something they both had before I came into the picture. I had stayed with Ava, my husband's mother before I eventually moved in with my father.It had not been easy living with Emilio but it was safe and that was more than enough. I was lost in thought, waiting f

Isabella "It's time, ma'am," A large man in a black suit approached Camilla and me where we were having our tense-filled discussion. I assumed that the man was her bodyguard."I am guessing that we are not done with this discussion," I said to her as she stood up."You are correct, Isabella, there will always be something to talk about. I guess this is the card that life has dealt us with," She replied."So until we meet again?" I asked sarcastically."Ciao," Camilla muttered offhandedly and followed the big man outside to where are convertible was waiting.I watched quietly through the windows of the boutique as she entered her car and the driver zoomed off with her to wherever she was needed.The events of the day replayed in my mind like a relentless torrent, each moment more vivid and unsettling than the last. The encounter with Camilla at the boutique had left me shaken to my core, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike when least expect