Semua Bab The Betrayal: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The car ride remained quiet as the engine produced soft sounds while occasional vehicles passed by. Isabella stared through the window at the fast-moving city views before her thoughts took her elsewhere. Vincent spent his time looking back and forth between the road and his wife to determine her emotional state.He looked at her and saw that her face revealed a detached state while her eyes remained unfocused. He pondered about her mental state to determine whether she remained upset from their encounter with Megan. The stare Vincent directed at her face went unnoticed by Isabella as she remained absorbed in her thoughts.The prolonged period of silence ended when Vincent decided to speak first. The man turned to her with a soft tone "I'm sorry about Megan," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I didn't have any idea we'd run into her here."."It's okay," she said, her voice neutral. "It's not your fault.""I'm glad everything went well tonight," Vincent said, trying to sound nonchalan

The dim bedroom conditions allowed Isabella to watch as her sleeping husband rested by her side. Vincent Moreno served as the ex-mafia king while being her husband who appeared restful under the soft blanket in which his muscular body lay partially hidden. The rhythmic movement of his breathing combined with the heat coming from his body which pressed against her.She experienced a mental scramble while she attempted to understand the dialogue she had exchanged with Megan. Isabella's memory played the woman's words over again because her words revealed a chilling image combining doubt and deceitful acts. The woman no longer fell victim to her schemes.Her determination strengthened more or less every single breathe she took in that moment. Vincent became her significant choice back when she decided to choose him instead of living in the darkness of her past history. The woman had witnessed Vincent's deep love combined with his complete devotion toward both her and their young son Zyne.

The conference room was buzzing with restless energy – papers rustled, low whispers filled the air – and there, seated at the head of the table, Isabella was lost in deep thought about the final updates to her project. Her team, clearly full of excitement and the nervousness that sneaks up before something big, was watching and listening in a kind of anticipatory disarray.Then, suddenly, the door opened, and a sudden silence fell over everyone. In the doorway, Vincent Moreno – her husband – appeared in a form that normally carries the weight of an impending storm. She looked at him with surprise."Everyone leave," she said, not averting her gaze for a moment. It was as if her order carried a weight that left little room for discussion.Her team exchanged puzzled glances, and with Isabella's barely noticeable nod, they began packing their belongings in a hasty,The door closed behind them, and the room fell silent. She looked at her husband in surprise, and she saw something in his eye

Isabella’s eyes were focused on the screen, her eyes full of shock as she watched the images and footage. The pictures and videos put her in a loop of thought, and she clutched at the pencil harder. In an instant, it crumbled up, and the echo rang out about the still room.She rose from her chair, her motions hasty and fidgety. Olivia did the same; her eyes were only fixed on Isabella’s determined expression.Olivia cut her off before she reached the door, and her voice arrested her forward movement. “If you’re going to catch him now, he won’t be there today. You may call him, but don’t bet on the fact that he will answer."Isabella froze her hand on the doorknob, looking past Olivia, her back still stiff. The words remained behind, threatening her silently. Holding the handle tight, she turned around to face Olivia with her eyes blazing with emotion: anger and pain."Where is he?" Isabella didn’t falter with her voice, but the emotions were intense.****Olivia kept her smirk before

The tension rose as Isabella spoke words filled with accusation, hurting Vincent very deeply. "You keep choosing to betray my trust, and I can’t forgive it again." She emphasized, shouting, "This time I will not accept any of your lies," her emotion heard in her voice.His face seemed collected, even as concern briefly showed in his eyes. He advanced just a bit more while still holding his hands up as though to calm her down. "What are you talking about, Bella? His voice low and steady, he asked her to put the gun down and speak with him rationally.Her response came quickly and was filled with rage. She looked at him with outrage and snapped, 'Don’t say my name, I hate you, Vincent. I fucking hate you." She could hardly speak, and she clutched the gun harder.Though his face showed no emotion, Vincent looked at Isabella and saw pain in her eyes. He was fully aware that a wrong move could cause everything to spiral out of his grasp. He walked forward at a gentle pace while keeping his