All Chapters of The Calculated Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Isabella stood outside Riverside Care Facility for the third time in a week.She wasn't sure why she kept coming back. Her mother was dead. The room had been cleared out. There was nothing left here except memories and the lingering smell of antiseptic and grief.But something kept pulling her back."You sure you want to do this?" Damien asked from beside her. He'd insisted on coming, even though it was 6 AM on a Saturday and they'd both been awake until 2 AM working on the Moretti Fund implementation."I need to get her things. The facility called yesterday—they've been holding them for me." Isabella took a breath. "I kept putting it off. But with Victor's lawyers trying to invalidate everything, I realized... I need to know if there's anything in Mom's belongings that might help. Letters, documents, anything that proves Victor's obsession was real and documented."They went inside. The same nurse who'd called about Maria's stroke met them at the front desk."Mrs. Blackwell. I'm so s

The FBI field office at 8 AM was not where Isabella had planned to spend her Tuesday morning.Agent Torres sat across from her, another agent—Rodriguez—beside him, both with expressions that suggested they'd already reviewed Vincent's transcripts. David sat next to Isabella, his briefcase full of documents and strategies that probably wouldn't matter once she started talking."Mrs. Blackwell," Torres began, "thank you for requesting this meeting. Before we begin, I want to remind you that your immunity agreement is contingent on full cooperation and complete honesty. Anything you say today could affect that agreement.""I understand.""Vincent Castellano has provided us with recordings and transcripts of conversations between the two of you spanning approximately two years. Conversations where you allegedly had knowledge of Victor Blackwell's crimes against families other than your own and chose not to report them." Torres slid a folder across the table. "Are these transcripts accurat

The celebration lasted exactly eighteen hours.Isabella woke Saturday morning to Damien's phone ringing insistently. He fumbled for it, still half-asleep, and she heard his voice shift from groggy to alert in seconds."What? When?" A pause. "We'll be there in thirty minutes."He hung up and was already out of bed, pulling on clothes."What's wrong?" Isabella asked, sitting up."That was David. Vincent's lawyers just filed an emergency motion. They're claiming the FBI coerced his testimony and that he wants to recant everything he said about both you and Victor." Damien tossed her a sweater. "Emergency hearing in an hour. David says we need to be there.""Why would Vincent recant? That doesn't make sense.""I don't know. But we need to find out."They made it to the courthouse with minutes to spare, finding David pacing outside the courtroom with Agent Torres."What's going on?" Damien demanded."Vincent Castellano claims he was pressured into testifying against Victor Blackwell and in

Isabella stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of Catherine Winters's penthouse office, looking out at the Manhattan skyline. The city stretched endlessly before her—millions of people, millions of stories, and somewhere down there, her life was unraveling in real-time."Coffee?" Catherine asked from behind her elegant mahogany desk."Please." Isabella turned from the window. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I know you must be busy dealing with the fallout.""Busy is an understatement." Catherine poured two cups from a French press, her movements precise and practiced. "The board has been in near-constant emergency sessions since the DNA results leaked. I've had seventeen calls from shareholders. The media is camped outside Blackwell Industries. And Marcus is using this chaos to position himself as the stable alternative."She handed Isabella a cup—bone china, expensive, the kind of detail that separated old money from new. "So yes, I'm busy. But you requested this meeting alo