Chapter Thirty-One

ISABELLA'S POV The second I pulled up at the company, I saw Elion already standing outside, as he talked to one of the guards. I could tell that whatever conversation was happening was important. “What's going on?” I asked, the second I got out of the car. “None of the staff are around. Not even the people who work overtime.”I swallowed hard, and couldn't help but give a little nod. A part of me was immediately thankful to Elion, for even suggesting that I locked the documents. Whoever was interested in the documents wanted to see the kind of deals that were taking place. I couldn't help but swallow at the thought of that. Someone that just wanted full access. “Are you sure?” I said, looking over at the guard. He gave me a nod, and that was when I noticed that the main door was locked. He was right. “Fine,” I said. “Please, open the door. We have some work to do.”Elion gave me a small nod, and I could tell that we were both thinking the same thing. The guard finally opened t

Chapter Thirty-Two

ISABELLA'S POVIf I took Elion to the studio, I would have definitely made a song out of him saying he could follow me to the restaurant. I didn't know just how many times I had to scream that, it absolutely wasn't necessary. I quickly got dressed, putting on a black dress that hung to my curves. I slipped my feet into my shoes, and I did light makeup. I looked at myself one more time, before touching the hair tie that was at the top of my head. My hair fell past my shoulders in curls, and I couldn't help but smile even more. Elion was right. It looked more than perfect like this. My lips were pressed into a thin line as I walked out, with my chin tipped. Elion looked at me from head to toe, and I could see the longing in his eyes. The way his jaw tightened. The way his pupils dilated. I patiently waited for him to say something about wanting to strip that dress off me. I twirled in front of him, and he still didn't say anything. Only his jaw tightened again. “Aren't you going

Chapter Thirty-Three

ELION'S POVIt wasn't going to be long until Marco wanted to meet Isabella for himself. And I couldn't even understand why I was being so protective about her. It was almost like I wanted to protect her from the outside world. And she hadn't even replied to my text about her going to see her best friend. The guards that were with her kept assuring me that she was safe, but I couldn't even bring myself to believe all that. I needed her to reply by herself. “So now, you're asking me to do her work too?” Marco asked, and I shot him a look. “Are you going to do it or not?” I asked, and he finally sighed. Then he got to work, tapping away on the computer. I needed some extra work to be done.There was a possibility that there was some kind of override in the assess thing. I needed to be sure. Sure enough, when Marco turned the laptop to me, it had the Blake guy's name there. Then he continued tapping and clicking into folders. That was when I saw him sit up, and bite his lower lip.

Chapter Thirty-Four

ISABELLA'S POV I had my own secrets. Things that I would rather take to the grave with me. Things that if my grandfather heard of them, he would ask me to leave his house immediately. But still, I played the part of being a good daughter so well that no one would have suspected me. That was nothing compared to the way Fred had acted, if everything that Marco and Elion had shown me in that room. I had spent hours upon hours thinking about things. When my grandpa was alive, he and Thomas had always gotten free access. They were more than allowed to touch the documents, meddle and make decisions. Everything had changed after I took over. I pre

Chapter Thirty-Five

ELION'S POVIsabella wanted us to prepare. Ruthlessly. And I was enjoying this more than I should. Marco was practically involved in the whole thing now, and I didn't miss the look that he was giving me. It was almost like he was questioning my life decisions. I was willing to let him. Ever since Isabella got back from the hospital, I noticed how protective she was of her phone. I wasn't going to be the prying type. Not when I knew that this was going to come to an end very soon. There was no use of trying to act like I was going to be there for her. “I don't care who this person is,” Isabella finally spoke up after some time. “We won't confront him. We'll trap him instead.”“You're dangerous when you think like this,” I told her, and she gave me a small smile. One that looked like it hid a lot of secrets underneath. I allowed that slide. “You should be worried,” she finally said, and I gave her a small smile of my own. She didn't know just how much I knew about her. Things that

Chapter Thirty-Six

ISABELLA'S POV The way I got out of the seat was out of this world. Elion took over, and I watched his fingers fly across the keyboard. He was following every trail. The security cameras. The breaches in the email address, access logs, everything. The movement patterns were all leading to one place. As Elion got to the final stage, he seemed to let out a small breath before he made the move of even pressing the keyboard. Then the name finally appeared right on the television. Daniel Kingston. I swallowed hard, and my throat was slowly closing up.“There's something here in this office. The security cameras lead all the way there.”“Take me there,” I said, and I hated the fact that my voice almost sounded pleading. Elion gave me a small nod, and he commented the laptop to his phone somehow, tracking the cameras. I followed him out of the office, and it led towards the basement of the office. The air was suddenly chilly, and I wrapped an arm around myself. Elion took his suit of