Todos los capítulos de His Unwanted Witness : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

As Isabella walked down the hall, the sound of whispers followed her like a shadow.“Did you see?”“She came with Alessandro!”“Is it true she’s his fiancée?”The stares didn’t bother her. Her steps stayed calm, steady. She kept her chin high as she entered the classroom.Silence fell for a moment. Then low murmurs started again, but Isabella ignored them. She went straight to her desk, sat down, and placed her bag neatly. A faint smile tugged at her lips—calm, proud, untouchable. She was about to pull out her book when the door burst open.Luca stormed in, his face red with anger.“Isabella!” he shouted. “Did you throw yourself at my brother? Aren’t you ashamed?”Gasps scattered through the room. Heads turned.Isabella looked up slowly, her eyes sharp, her voice steady.“Your brother asked for my hand in marriage,” she said, her words slicing through the air. “It’s not what you’re thinking. And I don’t owe you any explanation, blockhead.”Her tone was cold, final. The class went sile

Sophia clutched her stomach as Isabella gave a satisfied smile. Then she couldn’t hold it anymore—she screamed, bending forward and holding her stomach tight.Matteo and Vivienne, shocked, rushed toward her. Luca, who was still pissed at her but deep down still cared, also came to her aid. He held her close and asked, panicked, “Sophia, what’s wrong?”“My… stomach…” she gasped weakly.Luca’s eyes darted to the drink she had just finished. He grabbed the glass and looked at the bottom. Powder-like residue clung inside. His face darkened.“I think this is poison!” he shouted for everyone to hear.Gasps filled the hall.Matteo quickly turned to his guards. “Pick Isabella up! Take her to the car and to the hospital now!” he barked.Beatrice tried to follow in panic, but Isabella caught her wrist firmly and leaned close to whisper in her ear.“I want to show you something, Granny,” Isabella said calmly.Beatrice blinked. “What?”“Don’t worry, Grandma,” Isabella smiled faintly. “Sophia won’

All three of them—Matteo, Vivienne, and Beatrice—turned to look at Sophia in silence.Vivienne stepped closer, her face tight with confusion. “Why are you laughing, Sophia?”Sophia wiped the corner of her eye, still smiling bitterly. She turned her gaze to her grandmother. “Ever since you came back into our lives, Grandma, you’ve always taken Isabella’s side. You never want to hear me or my parents out. The first thing you did when you got home was cancel the marriage already arranged for Lilian. And then you agreed to Isabella being with Alessandro. Didn’t you—”Before she could finish, Beatrice marched forward. Her palm shot out and struck Sophia across the face with a sharp crack. Sophia’s head snapped to the side from the force of the blow.“You ungrateful child!” Beatrice’s voice thundered in the room. “I have tolerated your nonsense since you were a teenager. You were happy to give away your sister’s hand in marriage because you wanted all the luxury for yourself. You’ve always

He extended a hand toward her, his fingers steady, his gaze unblinking. “You’ll see. But you’ll have to trust me.”Isabella’s eyes flicked from his hand to his face. Her heart pounded. “Why should I?” she asked, suspicion thick in her tone.Alessandro leaned slightly closer, his lips curving into a knowing smile.Alessandro stood up, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. “There’s something I’d love to show you, Isabella.”She blinked up at him, curious. Immediately, she gave him her hand. He pulled her gently to her feet, his grip firm but not rough.“Come,” he said.He led her outside, the cool evening air brushing her face. The guards were already waiting beside the black car, their expressions unreadable. Alessandro opened the door and motioned for her to get in.Isabella hesitated, frowning. “I just got back from school a few minutes ago. I haven’t even eaten. And now you’re taking me to God knows where?”Alessandro’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “You’ll have plenty to ea

As Luca saw them in that spot, he cleared his throat.In his mind, he thought, Have they really gone this far?But instead of showing it, he smiled again as he rushed in. He quickly pulled up a small table in front of Isabella and set down the steaming plates.The rich aroma drifted toward her, pulling her in. She leaned forward, inhaling deeply. “Mmm… what is this?”Luca’s lips curved. “Spaghetti alla Carbonara. A classic.”Isabella’s eyes lit up. “It smells amazing.” She clasped her hands politely and said, “Thank you.”She sat down properly, picked up her fork, and twirled the creamy pasta. The moment the flavors hit her tongue, she closed her eyes for a second. “Wow… this is really good.”She started complimenting Luca’s cooking skills, one after another, which made him beam proudly. But Alessandro, watching from the couch, felt a wave of jealousy creeping in. He cleared his throat sharply, making his presence known.Isabella glanced at him but went back to eating. Luca only chuck