Todos os capítulos de Betrayed by love : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Isabella's Pov My curtains weakly filtered the morning light, and I groaned, curling up further under my blanket. It was as though my body were possessed by some alien being nausea tearing at my stomach, exhaustion at my knees forcing me to heavy with its burden. Even rolling over was wearying. I gulped, attempting to repress the feeling of nausea, but the badness of the flavor in my mouth reminded me that I could not.“Isabella?” The voice of Eleanor was in the kitchen. “Breakfast is ready.”I hesitated, and my hand was lying over my belly. “I… I can’t. Not now.”Her steps became nearer, she suddenly walked in and knelt by my bed, she looked worried. “Baby, you haven’t been eating well this week. You must eat something”.“I am alright, mom”. I muttered, and I was lying, and I smiled a little, but I was faltering in no time. The falsehood was clucking on the tongue. I could tell she was looking at me, and her eyes were examining, and I knew that she could guess it was a lie. Bu

Eleanor's Pov For the past few days now I have been observing the distance between me and Isabella increasing. She was not talking as much as usual, her smiling was less, her laugh was forced. Something was pressing upon her, something I could not get at with mere words. Today I determined that I would make another attempt, very mildly, without pressure, without reproach,simply mother and daughter.I made a simple lunch, light, and comfortable. As Isabella came in she appeared more than usually distracted, her shoulders set, her eyes flitting about like a pair of cats in a cage. I smiled to myself, wishing to get her into a normal state of being. “We could have lunch together, Only us, No distractions, no telephone, no stress".I said to Isabella as she came in,She was standing near the door, and her eyes darted over to the little table I had placed. “That… sounds nice,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.At first we ate in silence, the scrape of knives and forks breaking th

Victor's Pov I leaned on the balcony railing with crossed arms and my eyes were sweeping along the darkly-lit street below. The city lights were as sparsely scattered embers, yet my vision was more concentrated, more focused--each shade, each movement attracted my attention. I was not able to get rid of the feeling that someone was observing, one that had no place in our lives yet had already creeped into our lives.My phone rang in my pocket. Another unknown number. I dismissed it as yet, my hunch telling me that it was the same source driving the photos, text messages, the creepy feeling that I was being stalked. Whoever he was, they were privy to the secret of Isabella. I knew it in my gut, the gut that would not lie to me when I was in danger.I remembered Margaret. It could not be denied--she possessed resources, cunning, and motive to do so with all that was about Isabella. Before I had underestimated her, but now I realized that all her moves were calculated. I clenched my jaw.

Isabella's Pov I stood frozen in the hallway. The envelope was shaking a little in my hands. My heart was pounding loudly. I was sure Victor could hear it from the living room. The last visitor had left without making a sound.. The message inside the envelope made my stomach twist with fear.I took an uneven breath. I tore the envelope open. Inside were several photos. They were carefully printed. They showed moments that were supposed to be private – Victor and me in my apartment. Small things: his hand brushing mine as we moved groceries. Him adjusting a pillow on the sofa. Faint smiles shared between us. They weren’t romantic.. Anyone seeing them could tell we were close in a way meant to stay just between us.Then I saw the note with the pictures. It read:“Your secret is not safe."My fingers clenched the paper. It crumpled a little. My chest felt heavy. I was breathing shallowly. Panic was my reaction. How could someone have caught these moments? Who could be watching us closely

Eleanor's Pov I had been watching Isabella for a day now and I could not help but notice the small changes in her. Her shoulders were slumping more and more each morning. When she laughed it sounded forced. She was moving around the apartment in a way that I had not seen before. Something was bothering her. I knew it was not just because she was tired.I found Isabella in the kitchen holding a mug of tea with hands that were shaking. She looked up at me with an expression like she had been caught doing something she did not want me to see. "Mom, " she said, her voice tight. "I am fine. Really."I walked over to her. Put my hand over hers so she could feel my warmth. "Isabella, " I said softly "I know you are not fine. You do not have to hide it from me. Whatever it is, you can tell me”.Isabella pulled her hands back a little. Looked out the window, where Victor was helping to move a chair. I saw the tension in her body when she looked at him. It was a mix of feeling relieved and s