Dumped By My EX, I Picked Up A Tycoon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Isabella’s POVThe sound of my ringtone sliced through the depressing thoughts in my head from the failed job hunt. I took a deep sigh before answering the phone. “Hello?”[Is this Isabella Clarkson?]“Yes, speaking.” I continued walking with an attempt to call a taxi when the woman on the line answered.[We are calling to inform you that you will be scheduled for a job interview opportunity.]The incident earlier came rushing back into me. A betrayal that doesn’t come with an explosion but with a deadly whisper. My knuckles turned white.“Will you stop treating people like a toy? I don’t care if my bastard of an ex-boyfriend paid you millions to take a toll on me. Spare me with your bullshits!”A series of silence on the other line made me laugh sarcastically. I was about to end the call when the woman spoke again—kindness and patience was audible, as if she understands that every single person has issues in life.[You applied for the job, and I’m only calling to inform you that you

Isabella’s POVFor a moment, I forgot how to breath. The familiar man towering me—looking down at me like a Greek god, sculpted perfectly to fascinate people around him.It is indeed Matteo Moretti. Words dissolved on my tongue like dust as the pair of familiar blue eyes stared at me coldly—shooting icy cols stares.His head tilted a little upon seeing my face—recognizing me. “Of all the damn luck… I remember those bright, courageous eyes.”A grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he savored the priceless expression on my face. We were both shocked to see each other today, but he was the first to recover.“Matteo Moretti…”He leaned closer to me, and I squeezed my eyes closed when his breath fanned my left ear. “Does my name send tingles somewhere?”I gasped at the rude question. I took a step back, terrified by the sudden rush of heat in my core when he said those words—not to remind me about that night, but to brag about his effect on me.I didn’t know this is his house, and seein

Isabella’s POVIn spite of the embarrassing moment with Matteo Moretti, I found myself smiling while entering Alan’s hospital room. He immediately saw the smile on my face—lightening up his mood, as if seeing me makes everything around him better.“I got a job!” I couldn’t hide the excitement as I sat beside his bed. Miss Joanna was on the other side of the bed, tucking the blanket under Alan’s legs.“Please don’t overwork yourself, Bella. I promise I will cooperate with the treatment because I don’t wanna burden you in any way.”I gasped, and shook my head. “Why would you think that way? You are never a burden to me, Alan. You’re like my younger brother. Of course, I’ll work hard, so you’d get better.”“But…you’ve been working your whole life. I feel bad that you had to work too hard. You haven’t even gotten married.”My throat suddenly felt dry, and my heart tightened. I looked into his eyes worriedly. “Don’t ever think that you’re a burden to me. You know that I care about you so m

Isabella’s POVThe motorcycle parked in front of me. Two men were riding it, and their appearance told me that they’re thugs. Fear crept in my heart—thundering inside my chest like there was a storm.“Hey there, pretty girl!”I clenched my jaws as I took a step backwards with an intention to run. I have no chance against them—not because they’re men, and masculine, but because I know they’re capable of killing someone.I was terrified when the man in long hair grabbed my wrist as he smirked. “Trying to run, are we?”“Let me go!” I growled, and kicked his legs,He looked at me with widened eyes. “You got some guts, huh?”The other thug laughed. “Feisty, bro!”The tension in my heart raises as I forced myself to think of a way to escape this. The place was a little dark, and no one is around. Even if these people kill me here, no one would know. My shouts would be useless. My cries would only make them more excited.I’m alone against these thugs. No one to help. What should I do?“I sai

Isabella’s POVI know that my life would change now that I’ll start living under the roof of Matteo Moretti.“So, you’re leaving me?” Melinda, who’s resting her back against the closed door of my room, spoke. Her arms were crossed against her chest while watching me toss my clothes into my luggage.I nodded. “I’m sorry, Melinda. I need this job.”“I understand. Who am I to stop you? I’m just a little sad that I’ll lose my roommate, but it’s okay.”I flashed a smile. “Thank you, Melinda. And don’t worry, I’ll still pay the half of the rent for this month, just like what we agreed about.”Melinda walked towards me, and sat on the bed. “Just remember that if you need my help, I’m always one call away.”Nodding, I hugged her. “I know that very well.”Melinda had to sleep early, so I was the one who took our garbage out. The night breeze touched my skin—hugging me coldly. The street was empty, but I wasn’t alone.A familiar face greeted me as I turned. There he was, standing quietly agains