All Chapters of Betrayed by love : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Pov: Margaret I lifted my glass a little and the soft clink got everyones attention. "If I could have your attention for a moment " I said, my voice calm and steady with enough warmth to pull curious eyes toward me. I paused for a bit letting the whispers and shifting around the room build the tension I wanted. The soft rustle of dresses and clearing of throats worked perfectly – anticipation was a tool. Tonight I planned to use it well.“I have some news about our family " I continued, letting my gaze slowly sweep across the room lingering just enough on each face to deepen their curiosity. Everyone was looking some with interest others with a flicker of unease. I noticed Victor stiffen near Isabella; his jaw tightened and his hands gripped the chair’s arms beneath the table. Just as I expected.Slowly I reached into my bag. Pulled out the sealed envelope with the paternity test results. I held it up for everyone to see. The room fell silent. "This " I said, letting my voice hang in t

Pov-EleanorMy hands were shaking like crazy. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt angry. Hurt at the same time. It was hard for me to breathe. I turned to face Victor. He was holding an envelope like it was something important. All the things I wanted to say came flooding out. "Victor! How could you let this happen? How could you be a part of this without telling me?”He looked at me in the eye. I could see he was trying to be strong.. I saw a little bit of doubt there too. He still had that look of wanting to protect people.. Now it felt weird and mixed up with secrets. "Eleanor it's not what you think " he said softly.I cut him off. My voice was getting louder. "Not what I think? Victor the test says Isabella is having your baby.. Nobody told me. Not my daughter, not you! Do you even realize how it looks? How it feels?”Isabella stepped forward. Her face was pale. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Mom please let me explain—”“No!" I snapped back. My voice echoed through t

POV: IsabellaThe room was closing in on me. It felt like the walls were moving in. Glasses were. People were laughing, but then everything just stopped. All I could hear were these mean whispers. They were so loud and sharp it was like they were cutting me. Cameras were flashing everywhere taking my picture. I could feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. I just knew people were posting about me on media. My hands were. My chest was tight. I could barely breathe.Victor took my hand. His hand was warm and steady. He leaned in close. Whispered, "Isabella, breathe. Stay with me. Do not let her win."I tried to listen to him. I tried to feel better because he sounded so calm.. It was hard. The crowd was too loud. Eleanor was yelling at me. "Isabella how could you do this? How could you keep this from us?"I felt so bad. I was so ashamed. I wanted to say something. I could not. Nothing I said could make this better. Margaret did this. She told everyone my secret.Margaret was standing there smil

POV: IsabellaThings happened fast. My phone would not stop buzzing. I was getting many notifications. There were pictures of Victor and me from that party over social media. Every post had comments and ugly captions. Each time my phone buzzed it hurt me. It reminded me that my secret was out. It was not just mine anymore.Adrian has not said a thing about all this. He was not at the party. Maybe he was working on a movie. Maybe he just had not checked his phone. He sometimes takes a break from his phone and social media. He does this thing where he tries to stay from it all. Maybe I can figure out how to face him before he sees all this. I remember when he cheated on me. I said things that hurt him. Now it is my turn to get hurt. I wonder how he will react when he sees all this.I fell onto my bed. My hands were shaking as I looked at all the comments on my phone. “How does your step father’s dick taste?”“Who fucks him first every night? You or your mother?”My friends , people I do not

POV: IsabellaMy phone was insistent in my hand, cutting through the fog of exhaustion which had settled on me. On the screen flashed the name of Dr. Samuel Reyes. I felt my chest constricting before I responded.His voice was cool, business-like, yet with a touch of panic underneath. “Isabella, he said. It is urgent, I am calling about your mother. she has gotten worse than we expected and she requires a bone marrow transplant.I sank into my heart. My thoughts leaped involuntarily to what had always been supposed--me.She. she requires donor? I swallowed hard. “She… she needs a donor?” I could not stop trembling in my voice. I--I will--I will do it, it can only be me.On the other end there was a pause, which made my stomach twist long enough.Isabella, Dr. Samuel said, in an almost agonized voice. “Isabella…” Dr. Samuel’s tone softened, almost painfully. You see there is a complication. You are pregnant.The phrases were like a blow that I was not ready to take. My palm was gripped by my