I Married His Enemy and Watched Him Burn のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Sophia stroked the sapphire at her throat, her eyes filled with vicious satisfaction."You know what the funniest part is, Isabella?" Her voice was sickeningly sweet. "Vince told me you once stood outside the jewelry store, staring at this necklace like a beggar."My nails dug into my palms."He said you looked pathetic," Sophia cooed, "like some street urchin with her nose pressed against the glass. And now, it's mine.""Sophia…" my voice was dangerously low."Because I deserve it." She lifted her chin. "I deserve Vince's love, his money, everything. And you? You're just a washed-up loser he threw away."Just then, Sophia’s phone rang.She glanced at the screen, and her face went white."What?" she answered, her voice trembling. "What do you mean, frozen?"The voice on the other end was tinny, but sharp enough to cut through the quiet. "Mr. Moretti's accounts are all locked, ma'am. By court order."Sophia's hands started to shake. "That's impossible! It has to be a mistake!""I'm sorr

Vince's POVI let go of Isabella, stepping back under Dante's cold stare."This isn't over," I pointed at them. "This is far from over."Dante didn't answer. He just pulled Isabella to his side, like he was protecting something precious.I turned and stormed out. Sophia stumbled after me."Vince, wait for me—""Shut up!"We got outside. The cold night air hit my face.My old BMW was parked down the street, looking pathetic and small.I slammed the driver's side door."Three hundred thousand dollars!" I roared. "You spent three hundred thousand dollars on a goddamn necklace!"Sophia sat in the passenger seat, tears smearing her makeup. "I thought you'd like—""Like it? My business is circling the drain, my father cut me off, and I can barely keep the lights on in that empty mausoleum you call a home!" I started the engine, the tires screeching on the asphalt. "Do you have any idea how much debt I'm in?""I didn't know it was this bad—""Because you never care!" I yanked the steering whe

Isabella's POVThe next evening, the Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of "Vittorio's," a restaurant in Manhattan's Little Italy.An old, beat-up BMW was parked outside, looking completely out of place."Looks like Vince has fallen on hard times," Dante observed, looking at the car."Good," I said, adjusting my necklace. "Desperate men are easier to break."We had just gotten out of the car when the restaurant door opened. Vince and Sophia were about to go in.They saw us and froze.Sophia was wearing a bright red dress, her arm linked tightly with Vince's.On her left ring finger was a cheap-looking ring."Look who it is," Sophia’s voice was dripping with spite. "Isabella and her new husband."I walked gracefully towards them. "Sophia. Vince.""We got married yesterday," Sophia said, flashing the ring on her finger. "City Hall. So, I guess that makes me the real Mrs. Moretti now.""Congratulations," I said coolly. "I hope this one lasts longer."Vince just stared at me. There was somethi

Isabella's POVIt was just Dante and me in the private room."Thank you," I opened my eyes. "For all of this. The evidence, the plan, the… support."Dante stood up and walked to the window.Outside, the city lights burned bright. Life went on."Don't thank me," he said."Why?" I stood up too. "Why do so much for me?"Dante turned to face me. His green eyes held a deep, raw emotion."Because I'm in love with you, Isabella," he said, his voice raw with an emotion he'd held back for years. "I think I have been since the moment I first saw you."My heart stopped."Dante…""Since that night fifteen years ago," he walked towards me. "When a brave little girl saved my life.""We were just kids then.""Yes. But I knew even then that you were special," Dante stopped in front of me. "Kind, brave, full of light."I took a step back. "That's just… gratitude.""No," Dante shook his head. "It's love. A deep, lasting love.""We just met—""We've known each other for fifteen years," Dante cut me off.

Isabella's POVBlood splattered across my face.I screamed, covering my eyes with my hands.The warm liquid ran down my cheeks, the metallic smell making me sick.Vince's body fell to the floor with a heavy thud and didn't move again."Isabella!"Dante rushed to me, pulling me into a tight embrace. I trembled in his arms, unable to stop screaming."You're safe," he whispered in my ear. "You're safe now."I opened my eyes and saw Vince lying in front of the altar, a hole in his chest.His eyes were still open, but the light was gone."He's dead," my voice shook. "He's really dead.""Yes," Dante stroked my hair. "He can't hurt you anymore."I pulled away from Dante's embrace and knelt in the spreading pool of blood. I looked at Vince's empty eyes. He loved me, a broken part of my soul whispered. Once."Isabella, don't look," Dante tried to pull me up.I took one last look at Vince, then let Dante help me to my feet."How did you find me?" I asked."This," Dante unclasped the St. Christop