Semua Bab Twisted Fate: Second chance Heiress : Bab 11 - Bab 16

~Isabella's POV~ Ivy and William both froze. Their earlier rage replaced by a stunned silence. As Dante pushed off the doorframe, walking slowly towards us. He didn’t say another word, but his presence alone had a quiet command that seemed to deflate the volatile atmosphere. “I ask again, is there a problem here?” Dante's voice, low yet authoritative boomed, as he stood right in front of me with one hand in his trouser pockets, staring keenly at both William and Ivy. His expensive masculine cologne filling up my nostrils. I could instantly tell it was Savauge by Dior, a very popular perfume brand which a single bottle costs an average workers one year salary, if not more. “Two against one, don't you think that's a bit unfair”. he continued. “This doesn't concern you”. retorted William, his face twisted with annoyance, stepping forward, meeting Dante in a very close range as both men glared intently into each other's eyes, like a brawl would break out between them at any second.

~Isabella’s POV~ Like a statue caught between time and memory, I stood rooted to the gleaming marble floors of the Mondragon ballroom, staring at the man I once vowed to love forever. My pulse pounded violently in my ears, and my breath hitched. Robert......so achingly familiar, so devastatingly unchanged. He still wore that signature smirk, the one that used to make my knees weak, now only made bile rise to the back of my throat. His hand was still outstretched.Waiting.Expectant. As though I was just another socialite he had to politely greet. And in a way, I was. Isabella Cassagrande. A stranger. A ghost in the flesh. The very woman he couldn't bring himself to love.…and the same woman he destroyed.My heart was screaming. You know me. You broke me. But his eyes didn’t falter. Didn’t flicker. Just the same cold, unreadable blue I had once drowned in. I felt myself slipping back into the spiral. Back into Melissa. The soft laughter in the ballroom grew distorted, muffled, a

~Isabella’s POV~ The silence that followed wrapped around me like a vice. My fingers froze mid tap against my thigh, breath catching in my throat.He didn’t look at me when he said it. Just kept his gaze fixed on the window, as if the answer was written somewhere in the blur of city lights.“What does that mean?” I asked, voice low, cautious. Like stepping onto thin ice I knew would crack.Dante finally turned to me, his eyes sharp. Calculating. “It means I know who you are. Not just the name on your invitation or the designer dress you’re wearing like armor.”My pulse spiked. “What exactly are you saying?”He leaned closer, the space between us shrinking like a trap snapping shut.“I’m saying I know you’re not Isabella Cassagrande.”My body went cold.He let the words hang between us like smoke.How the hell could he have known?“I don’t know who told you that......” I began, the lie forming instinctively, as I shrugged uncomfortably were I sat. He cut me off with a smile. Not cru