All Chapters of Back for him, Not for me.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The glass shattered against the study wall before anyone could stop it.“Get out of my house!” Peter Fenwick’s arm was still raised from the throw, his chest heaving, water dripping down the wallpaper behind him. “I do not care whose signature is on that contract — get out, all of you!”“Peter.” Beatrice Fenwick’s hand shot out, gripping her husband’s sleeve, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, sit down.”Everett Ossorio did not even flinch at the broken glass. She remained seated and composed, one leg crossed over the other, watching the outburst the way someone watches a tantrum they have already decided will end in their favor. “Finished, Peter? Or would you like to break something else before we get to the part where I save your family’s name and empire at the same time?”“Save us?” Peter’s laugh came out jagged, humorless. “Did you build this collapse? Do not sit in my study and pretend you are rescuing anyone.”“I built nothing.” Everett’s voice did not rise, which someho

The elevator dropped floor by floor, and Isadora stood very still, watching the numbers count down like a countdown to something she could not name yet.Nine. Eight. Seven.The truth about them?Meanwhile, why does she look almost like me? Her mum had told her that story enough times growing up — a difficult pregnancy, doctors who once mentioned they might have been two, a loss so early it barely counted as memory. A shadow of a sibling. Nothing more.And why had Rosalind’s voice sounded so certain?Moments later, the elevator doors opened onto the lobby. Isadora walked past the security, out through the revolving doors into a Madrid morning that had not stopped just because her life had.She made it three blocks before her legs gave up the effort of pretending she was fine, and she had to stop, one hand braced against a lamppost, breathing like she had run the distance instead of riding an elevator.A few minutes later, she walked into Café Beatriz and found the corner table out of

Isadoras breath caught somewhere between her chest and her throat. What promise, Aunt Katie?she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper. Promise me you will never tell anyone I was the one who told you. Your parents especially.Aunt Katies fingers tightened around Isadoras wrist, quick and urgent, like she was afraid the words might slip away before she finished them. They cannot know it came from me. Not your father. Not your mother. No one, Isadora. Do you understand what I am asking you? I do not understand any of this.Isadora pulled her arm back, just slightly, testing whether her aunt would let go. She did not. You are asking me to keep a secret about a secret I do not even have yet. That is exactly what I am asking.Her aunts eyes moved once toward the crowd, fast, checking, then came back to settle on her face. Promise me. Around them,the conference hall buzzed with laughter, clinking glasses, and distant applause, yet none of it reached the small, frozen space where

Isadora's PovIf Peter Fenwick discovered that I had left the gala, he would ruin my life.I stared down at the keys in my hand and knew that I had to betray him. I evaded the valet, walked three blocks in my evening dress, and finally reached my mother's old coupe.I inserted the key into the ignition and prepared to drive away from my old life forever.The road ahead of me was dark, but my thoughts were even darker. I knew that by leaving tonight, I could never return to the person I used to be.I decided to go because I did not want to spend another day in the clutches of his lies.My heart pounded so hard in my chest, but I kept my eyes on the road as I was well aware of the risks involved in defying him, but I refused to turn back.Rosalind had suffered in silence for five years, and I had decided that it was time for someone to put an end to it. I pulled up in front of the Segovia estate at and check the time, it was already 12am in the morning and turned off the engine so that

Isadora's PovIf I did not move away from the kitchen counter right now, Rafael would turn around from the balcony and see me staring at his open phone screen.I read the text message on his screen three times, feeling my stomach turn into a block of ice.So my father had just sent the final balance because Rafael had delivered me straight into his hands.I step away from the phone, backing toward the living room before he caught me looking.After some minutes, Rafael stepped inside from the balcony, shutting the glass door behind him."Is something wrong, Isadora?" Rafael asked, walking straight toward the kitchen counter with a calm face."You sold me out to Peter Fenwick," I said, pointing my finger at the glowing phone screen on the counter.He stopped in his tracks, looking down at the message before looking back up at me without any guilt in his eyes."You were never going to get away from him anyway," Rafael said, taking a step toward me and reaching into his pocket."I trusted