Semua Bab ISABELLA (The Night that ruined me): Bab 101 - Bab 110

DRAKE POV The silence in the house was the kind that crawled under your skin. I sent all the maids off.I sat on the couch, elbows resting on my knees, phone lying face-up on the coffee table. I’d left the resort hours ago..I hope she got my message. She had to. I've been checking my phone, if I got any message or call from her.But nothing.The more time passed, the heavier my chest felt, like someone had lodged a fist right beneath my ribs and refused to let go. I hated this waiting game. I hated the feeling that someone else..he..had her ear when it should have been me.Xavier.His name alone made my jaw clench until I felt my teeth ache. He had been threading poison into Isabella’s mind for months, wrapping it in silk and calling it truth. He knew exactly where to press, which old wounds to scratch open. And she…God, she was too trusting when she wanted to believe in someone.He’d turned her against me with and without getting his hands dirty. Every doubt in her heart, he watered

CAMILLE POVThe second I turned, my stomach twisted.There she was … Drake’s grandmother.The smirk tugging at her wrinkled makeup lips wasn’t the warm, cookie-baking kind. No. This one dripped venom, the kind only someone who’s been waiting to stab you in the back for years could manage. Her eyes pinned me like I was some dirty speck she couldn’t wait to scrub off her spotless floor.“I knew it,” she hissed, her voice low but sharp enough to slice through the silence. “You whore. You seduced my son, and now you’re carrying a bastard.”My jaw clenched, but I stayed still, letting her walk toward me. Her brows arched high in fake pity as her gaze raked me from head to toe…. slow, deliberate, judging every inch.“First, it was your friend,” she said, her tone dripping with disgust. “Now it’s you? I could manage Isabella, but you…” Her lips curled. “You dirty hag? Never. Better trash that bastard in your tummy because I definitely know it’s not for my son.”For a moment, I almost laughed

ISABELLA POV After everything… the sleepless night, the unanswered questions, and the gnawing guilt, I’d made my decision. I was going to see him. Alone.I stood, grabbed my purse, and slipped into the hallway.My heels clicked against the marble, sharp and deliberate, but halfway to the staircase, a voice like nails on glass stopped me.“Running off somewhere?”I turned, and there she was … Macy.Her arms were folded, her expression smug in that way only someone who knew they could get under your skin would wear.“I don’t have time for you,” I said, stepping past her.She shifted, blocking my path. “Of course you do. I mean, it’s not like you’re sneaking off to see him again, right? I’m sure Xavier would love to know how loyal you’ve been lately.”I clenched my jaw. “Step aside.”Macy smirked, tilting her head like she was enjoying the smell of blood in the water. “Or what? You’ll run crying to Xavier? Please. He might play protector with you, but I know what you are, Isabella.

Xavier’s POVThe night was quiet, but inside me there was nothing calm. I felt alive.Everything was going the way I wanted.I leaned back in the armchair, fingers tapping against the side of my glass. Isabella’s tears from earlier still clung to my mind. The way she had fallen apart in front of me…it was exactly what I had been waiting for. She was breaking. And once a heart breaks, it always looks for a place to lean on. I would make sure that place was me.I thought back to how it all started. That message Drake sent her last night. I could have stopped it. I saw it before she even read it. But I didn’t. I wanted her to see it. I wanted her to think she was the one making the choice to go to him.That’s what made it perfect.I had already prepared Camille. Days ago, I told her what to say if Isabella ever walked in at the right time. The pregnancy lie. The dream of being a “perfect family.” Camille wasn’t hesitant. She wanted her own revenge too, and this was her chance. All she ha

DRAKE POVI had barely stepped out of the house when the flashing lights hit me. Cameras, microphones, reporters calling my name. It was too early in the morning for this, yet they were everywhere, blocking my path as though they knew something I didn’t.“Drake! Is it true the charges are rape-related?”My blood turned to ice. I froze mid-step, eyes scanning the crowd, searching for the one who dared to say that. My heart hammered so loud I thought they would hear it through my chest.“Drake! Did you force yourself on Isabella years ago? Is Eva the result of that assault?”My knees almost buckled. I couldn’t breathe. My throat went dry, and the world seemed to tilt.“What the hell are you saying?” I snapped, my voice breaking, but it was useless. They swarmed closer, throwing the same words in my face, words that felt like knives piercing my skin.Then I saw them,two officers pushing through the crowd, uniforms sharp, expressions unreadable. For a split second, I convinced myself they