All Chapters of My Departure Made the Don Kneel: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[Isabella's POV]There was a long bout of breathing on the other end of the line. Then, Alexander Marino's low voice sounded."The Marino family is moving out in half a month. I'll come and pick you up then."I was stunned momentarily, but I quickly recovered and chuckled out loud. I hadn't even told him a thing, and yet, he was already so sure that I wanted to leave. Still, he was right."Okay."I knew that with Alexander's abilities, Vincenzo wouldn't be able to find me again—even if he went to the ends of the earth—by the time I was gone in half a month.…That day, my phone kept buzzing with text messages from Vincenzo, but I never responded to any of them.Vincenzo started to panic. I didn't know where he got the news from, but he suddenly barged into the house in the middle of the night one day and saw me watching TV in the living room."Isabella? Why did you come back earlier than before?"Vincenzo rushed up to me, exclaiming, "I sent you so many text messages too!"H

[Isabella's POV]The car suddenly shot forward in a zigzag pattern, swerving left and right. My heart immediately leaped into my throat.I reached out to grab control of the steering wheel, but Claudia immediately shoved me aside."Let go if you don't want us to die!" I yelled at her.Claudia didn't let go. On the contrary, she pressed down harder on the gas pedal until it hit the floor.The massive crash sounded at the exact same time I heard Vincenzo's scream."Isabella!"I endured the excruciating pain in my legs and tried my best to call out to him, "Vincenzo… I-I'm here…"There was a loud scuffling sound, and everything sounded like noise. However, nobody came to save me even after a long while. I tried my best to open my eyes. My vision was blurry from the blood in my eyes, but I could still see that my car was empty, save for myself.The person who had screamed my name earlier hadn't come to save me.As my consciousness gradually faded away, I found myself falling into

[Isabella's POV]I felt myself freezing all over. My ears wouldn't stop ringing.I clutched my phone in shock, my voice trembling as I asked, "W-What did you just say?""It's the truth," Sophia said, sounding a little careful and apologetic. "I got someone to check. On paper, you're single, and Vincenzo is divorced."His ex-wife is Claudia Henderson. They only finalized the divorce two months ago. And the stamp on your marriage certificate was forged. As for the documentation… They're all fakes from the dollar store or something. In short, you're not legally husband and wife."Sophia choked on her emotions as she spoke.So, my grand wedding—the one that had all my wedding guests sighing in awe and admiration—had been fake the whole time. Nobody could have known that it had never been the real deal.My hands shook as I tapped on the screenshot that Sophia had forwarded to me. The pale screen reflected against my equally pale face, turning my face ashen.The lines of words on the

[Vincenzo's POV]The grand building that Cursley Mansion had once been was now nothing but a pile of burned rubble.I ran into the destroyed building and found the room where Isabella had been held. However, the scene immediately made my pupils narrow, and I could feel the blood curdling in my body.The only thing left in the pile of ashes was a burned pile of metal where the bed used to be. Not a single item was preserved in the room—let alone a human being.The tired, worn-out, and haggard-looking Isabella I saw in the surveillance camera footage, along with the camera itself, were all gone.My eyes immediately turned red. My brain felt as though it had imploded on itself, and I couldn't stop the ringing in my ears.After staring at the rubble for a few seconds, I ran out of the place and headed straight for the residential guardhouse."The mansion! When did mansion No. 18 catch fire?"When the guard saw me, he exclaimed aloud and said, "Oh my God, Don Cursley! The mansion ca

[Vincenzo's POV]I stared at the message for a while. A feeling gnawed at me, telling me this had to be about Isabella.I dialed the number right away, but the phone had been switched off. I refused to give up and tried a few more times, but the outcome was the same.I slammed my fist on the floor in frustration as my eyes burned and my breathing sped up. When I tried once more, the number had turned into a dead line.Just as despair was about to swallow me whole, my phone rang. Margaret's familiar voice rang out on the other end of the line. She sounded choked up as she said, "Don Cursley, I'm so sorry… If I had waited for you to come home on the day of the fire, nothing would've happened to Mrs. Cursley…"She kept apologizing while sobbing, but something in her words felt off. I asked hesitantly, "What do you mean?"Hearing the catch in my voice, Margaret pushed aside her fear and spilled everything. "On the day of the fire, I wanted to save Mrs. Cursley, but I didn't have the