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YSABELLE Ronan showed me his phone and a message with a picture was sent by an anonymous number. It was me sleeping on the bed, and I could hardly see Jessica behind me because of the darkness.That was earlier in my Dad’s hideout.How did he get in contact with Ronan?But how did Ronan know this was sent to my Dad?“Someone sent me this picture and location.” He touched the screen to zoom in on the picture. “He didn't name himself, but his reflection was visible in the glass.” Indeed…I can see my Dad’s face through the glass he used to drink with alcohol.My eyes welled up as I stared at my Dad’s appearance for the second time. Was he alright? Did Paul get him? But Paul might not have known that his former boss was alive.I hope Dad convinces Paul not to continue and obey Cleo’s orders. It might be difficult to believe, but I'm still hoping he would stop this, to make Cleo stop also since she can't do the work alone.“Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone,” Ronan reassured.“Love, ca

YSABELLE I paced back and forth in the living room, fury lingered inside of me at what Cleo did to my Dad.It's been an hour since we arrived home and we couldn't find my aunt in every corner of this house.I know she knows where Cleo is.“Belle, calm down–”“HOW CAN I?!” I can't help but raise my voice at Ronan, who only sighs as he massages his temple. “Cleo shot my Dad, and God knows if he's still alive or completely buried down a hundred feet away from the ground!”“My people are already searching the area where Paul has last seen your Dad.”I turned my back on him with my hands resting on my waist.Paul was already in the hands of the police. He will face multiple cases and he should expect that.But, the problem is, he doesn't know where Cleo is. They are in contact through a burner phone, but the whole day, Cleo didn't call him.We are also investigating her ex-fiancee Tristan, hoping that she will call him and ask for help.But knowing Cleo’s personality, she never asked for

YSABELLE As soon as the doctor confirmed that Ashton was okay, we headed to the nearest mall for an ice cream. One of his teeth came off, and what scared him was the blood in his mouth; that’s why he cried.Ronan rented the whole room of the playroom for a few hours only just to give us privacy. Bodyguards are scattered everywhere for protection, afraid that Cleo will find us and attack us while the kids are here. It’s not really safe, but we also want the kids not to feel imprisoned. I don't want them to think something is wrong with how they are living.“What’s wrong?”Ronan approached me and kissed the back of my hand.My heart fluttered every time he showed his sweet side. But my sweet smile turned into a sigh as I gazed at Ashley playing with Ela and Ana while Ashton was with us, carried by Ronan in his arms.I brushed my fingers through Ashton's hair while he was busy eating his ice cream. He stopped crying as soon as we left the clinic earlier.“When will we have a normal lif

YSABELLE One of Ronan's right-handed men almost bumped into me as we crossed paths in the pool area. He apologized immediately before walking past me.But my words made him halt in his tracks.“Teach me.”He turned to me with a confused look in his eyes before he noticed my finger pointing at the dangerous thing hanging at the side of his leather belt.Blood drained from his face as he ran his hand at the back of his neck.“B-But Ms. Cortez–”“Don't worry. Ronan won't know about it. Let's do it privately.”He looked around as he was baffled at my request. ***I arrived home when it was time for dinner. I was welcomed by the twins and I literally came back to life as soon as I heard their giggles.We headed to the dining area and saw Jessica helping the servants in preparing the dinner.“You’re here.”“I just dropped by to see the twins.” She paused and glanced at me with a suspicious look. “Where are you these days?”I avoided her eyes and sat on the chair. “I'm just busy with thing

JESSICAAs soon as Ysabelle ended the call, which left me speechless, I frustratedly walked to my mother's bedroom. However, she locked the door just like she always does.I knocked on the door multiple times while calling her nonstop until she irritatedly opened the door with a frown on her face.“Mom–”“What? You believed her?!” She yelled at my face.I understand that she couldn't believe what we were saying about Cleo. Even if she saw it with her own eyes, she would never turn her back on her favorite daughter.But enough is enough.“Stop being in denial about reality. Cleo is not the good daughter you picture out.”“She's only accusing your sister–”“Mother!”She gasps in disbelief at how I raise my voice at her for the first time in my life.I used to be a kid who always said yes and okay to everything they said while at the same time apologizing even though it was not my fault.“You dared to raise your voice on me?”I irritatingly pushed back my hair from my forehead, groaning