All Chapters of Revenge is Best Served Cold: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Isabella's POV I couldn't stop smiling as Sophia and I settled into Elena's living room, flipping through channels on her expensive flat-screen TV. Everything had gone perfectly. Elena had signed the divorce papers yesterday without putting up much of a fight, which was surprising yet welcoming, and now I was officially in line to inherit Marcus' insurance money. My next plan was to take over the funeral plans so I could find a way to make Marcus ‘disappear’ quickly. We needed to get our plans back on track. We had lost two days already. "Can you believe how easy that was yesterday?" I whispered to Sophia, keeping my voice low even though Elena had gone to her bedroom to bring some documents. "Almost too easy," Sophia replied, curling up on the leather couch with a throw pillow. "I was expecting more of a fight from her." "You know your step-sister better. Elena has always been weak," I said dismissively. "She's one of those people who doesn't know how to fight. It's probabl

Isabella's POV "No, no, no!" I screamed, digging my heels into the carpet as Victor's man dragged me toward the door. "This is insane! You can't do this!" The man's grip on my arm was like steel and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't break free. Behind me, I could hear Sophia sobbing seriously as another one of Victor's thugs manhandled her toward the door. "Elena!" I twisted around to face her with desperation in my voice. "Don't let them do this! We're family!" Elena stood by the couch, her arms crossed, watching our struggle with an expression that was completely calm. Too calm. Like she was watching a movie instead of witnessing her sister-in-law and step-sister being kidnapped by dangerous criminals. "Elena, please!" Sophia wailed, tears streaming down her face. "Help us! Tell them the truth!" "The truth?" Elena tilted her head and raised a brow. "The truth is that you two convinced me to sign those divorce papers for reasons best known to you. The truth is tha

Elena's POV I settled into my favorite armchair with a steaming cup of chamomile tea, watching the steam curl up from the delicate porcelain as I replayed the day's events in my mind. The apartment felt so peaceful now that Isabella and Sophia were gone, dragged away by Victor's men into whatever nightmare awaited them. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I took a slow sip of tea, savoring both the warmth and the satisfaction that filled my chest. In my previous life, I had sat in this same chair on countless sleepless nights, broken and destroyed, wondering how my perfect marriage had crumbled into such devastating betrayal. I trusted Marcus completely, believed in our love story, never suspected that my own step-sister was sharing his bed while I planned our future together. The irony was delicious. Isabella and Sophia thought they were so clever yesterday, manipulating me into signing those divorce papers with their fake pregnancy story and their crocodile tears about Marcus' suppose

Isabella’s POV The warehouse smelled like motor oil and fear. I could hear water dripping somewhere in the darkness, each drop echoing off the concrete walls like a countdown timer. Victor's men had separated Sophia and me into metal chairs that had been bolted to the floor, but they spared us by not putting on the leather restraints attached to the chairs. "Please," I whispered to Victor, who was sitting behind a desk like this was some kind of twisted business meeting. "There has to be a way to work this out reasonably." Victor's laugh was cold and humorless. "Reasonable? Your brother borrowed five million dollars from me. There's nothing reasonable about that kind of debt." "We understand the debt exists," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "But we need time to…" "Time is a luxury you don't have," Victor interrupted. He stood up from his chair and walked over to a table in the corner where various tools were laid out in a neat row. "You see, Isabella, I've been in this b

Isabella's POV The warehouse felt like it was closing in around me as Victor's men approached our chairs. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, drowning out everything else except the sound of my own terrified breathing."Please," I whispered, tugging at the restraints one of Victor's men just tied around my wrists. "Please don't do this. We'll find the money, I swear we will."Victor stood behind his desk, watching the scene unfold with the detached interest of someone observing a business transaction. "I certainly hope so, Isabella. But hope doesn't pay debts."One of his men turned on an overlead light that hung from the ceiling and it cast harsh shadows on Sophia and me. I could see stains on the ground that I didn't want to think about, dark patches that suggested other people had been in this exact position before us."Wait!" Sophia screamed from across me on her own chair where she was being strapped in too. "You don't have to hurt us! We'll cooperate!"She