Semua Bab ISABELLA (The Night that ruined me): Bab 21 - Bab 30

DRAKE POV Her hands caressed my chest, and irritation twisted my stomach, but I forced myself to swallow the disgust bubbling inside. “Dremo Hotel, room 306. I’ll be expecting you by six p.m.,” she whispered, her tongue teasing my ear. I stiffened, rage burning through me, gripping every ounce of self-control not to strangle her. “Why Dremo Hotel?” My fist clenched tightly. A sinister smile curled on her lips. “Because I know that’s where Bella will be having her shoot,” she chuckled, an evil grin spreading across her face. “It’ll be so fun playing hide and seek with you.” “Jasmine,” I groaned. “Please ask for something else. Why are you doing this?” “You know why! You fucking chose her over me!” “Ooh, stop acting like a saint, you bitch! I caught you having sex with Xavier Gustavo!” Her words slammed into my chest like a hammer. The betrayal I’d felt that night clawed at my heart. It was her birthday, and I had planned to surprise her …only to find her under my mortal enemy,

ISABELLA P.O.VI paced around, sighing every now and then, the sound heavy with frustration. My gaze fixed on the door, hoping Drake will stride in. I checked the time for the tenth time.it was late in the evening. My chest tightened, worry gnawing at my inside. My shoulders slouch, my eyes weary.He never runs this late, my legs ache from standing too long, but I can't bring myself to sit. He never runs this late. Never without calling.My mind racing.Is he avoiding me again? We need to talk. He can't keep shutting me out.I was the only one still awake. The maids had gone to their quarters and Eva was already asleep.With a sigh of surrender, I sunk into the coach to relax my weak muscles, my eyes drowsy and heavy with fatigue.A soft creak- the door.My eyes snap open, heart leaping . I shoot to my feet.And there he was, his face stoic, gaze fixed on me, his eyes drowning in emotions he's trying hard to suppress.I walk towards him, slow but steady, I had wanted to blow it hot on

DIVA P.O.VI walked wobbling, my legs shaking, my knees ached, my chest throbbed, and my neck still bore the sting from his fingers. He has brutalized me throughout the night. But none of that pain compared to what boiled beneath my skin.Glancing at Gustavo's mansion, my blood boils, range running into my spine.I hate him.Not just Xavier, but also Isabella-the woman I was forced to become. The reason why I'm a work of obsession.At first when Xavier approached me. I was all over the moon, starstruck. A man powerful, cute, impossible not to fall for. Not until I noticed he's making me who I'm not. He made me the shadow of that damn woman. Her name has been carved into every part of my life.I walked down the estate barefooted, my heels dangling in my hand. The night air was cool, but the burning rage inside me made it hot, it only reminded me I'm still alive though not living.He wants Isabella's voice, her walk, her innocence, her laugh. I studied videos, wore her perfumes. All to

DRAKE P.O.VI stood numb. My breath hung on my lungs.Chill runs down my spine. My gaze fixed on Isabella.Xavier’s hand lingered on her waist like it belonged there, like it had always belonged there.I didn’t move at first. I Just stood there, letting the silence bend under the weight of my presence. The room shifted. Heads turned. Conversations halted.Isabella’s eyes found mine. Panic, guilt, something else flickered across her face.“Bella?” I said again, quieter this time, but loaded.Xavier didn’t flinch. His gaze was annoyingly and unfazed.“Drake.” He said. His voice was smooth as velvet, but I saw the flicker in his eyes. He didn’t expect me. Good.I gave him a nod. Brief and dismissive. “Didn’t know Power+Passion was recycling models, perfect. Exactly the job that fits you”I noticed his jaw twitched, and fist tightened.The director chuckled awkwardly. “You two know each other too? What a small world.”Small. Right.I stepped forward, my eyes still on Isabella. “Did

I knew he’d be here.The location screamed of him,luxury soaked in sin. The entire penthouse smelled like power, expensive whiskey, and sex. Everything about it was Xavier. Still not much has changed since the last time I came here.I stepped inside, heels clicking against marble floors that reflected me. The door clicked shut behind me, a sound that felt more like a lock than an invitation.And there he was.A glass of something dark in his hand. Shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint. To tease. To remind me of those sensational nights.“Jasmine,” he said without turning around, his voice husky and smooth. “I was wondering when you'd crawl back to me.”My lip curled, but I didn’t rise to the bait. He always wanted a reaction. That was Xavier's way. Push. Tease. Cut. Then smile while you bled.“I’m not here to crawl,” I said, letting my voice glide like ice. “I'm here to make a deal.”He finally turned, his eyes dragging over me, slow and deliberate. That smirk, dangerous and knowing,