All Chapters of Back for him, Not for me.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ISADORA’S POVMy cell phone rang, and the name that flashed on the screen made my stomach turn.I saw it was Rosalind, the last person on this earth that I ever wanted to see.“What do you want?” I demanded, clutching the phone to my ear.“I want us to meet for lunch to fix some things between us,” Rosalind said in an almost gentle voice.I shook my head instantly, pacing back and forth across my living room floor.“I am not going anywhere with you,” I snapped, my phone almost slipping from my shaking fingers.I decided in that second that opening old wounds was a terrible idea."Please, Isadora, just give me thirty minutes of your time," Rosalind pleaded, softening her tone even more.“There is nothing to talk about,” I said, pausing beside the sofa.I felt a sudden pulse of panic because I did not trust her intentions for a single second."It is about Rafael, and you know you need answers about his family," Rosalind murmured, playing right into my biggest weakness.I stared down at

ISADORA’S POVMy eyes read the name on the bottom of that old paper, and my whole world flipped upside down.It was my own full name printed next to Rosalind’s name under the exact same birth record.I looked up at the stage where Rosalind stood talking into the microphone, and a cold burn spread inside my chest."I cannot stay quiet anymore," I declared, pulling my hand out of my coat pocket with the unfolded paper.Rafael reached for my elbow to hold me back, but I pushed his arm away without looking at him.I made up my mind right then to put an end to all their lies in front of everyone.I walked straight toward the main stage, keeping my eyes fixed on the laptop connected to the big projector."Isadora, stop this right now," Rafael warned, jogging up two steps behind me as the crowd turned to watch us."Stay out of my way," I said, stepping past a security guard before he could put his hands on me.I reached the technical table, unplugged the company slides, and placed my paper o

ISADORA’S POV The cameras went off like a flash of lightning the second the glass doors opened, and for a second I genuinely thought I was going to throw up right there on the red carpet. Reporters were screaming my name and shoving black microphones toward my chin, and trying to trip me up just to get a good photo. Rafael reached out to grab my wrist to pull me back, but I yanked my arm away so hard my shoulder popped. I did not care about anyone anymore. My parents were yelling somewhere behind me in the crowd, their voices full of panic, but I did not stop.I did not look back or answer a single question, and I did not give them the scene they wanted. I just ran straight into the back of the car, pulled the door shut, and locked it.I sat there in the dark while the driver pulled away, staring down at my hands. They were shaking so badly I could barely keep them still.The truth about what my family had done was sitting right in my throat, dry and bitter. Everything I though

ISADORA’S POVI looked down at the silver drive in my hand, then looked back up at Rafael as my mind spinned over everything he had just told me. He did not love Rosaline and obviously he had signed those papers years ago only to keep her safe from my grandfather."If you are lying to me, Rafael, I will ruin you myself," I said, with my voice quiet as I put the drive into my coat pocket."I am not lying," Rafael said, taking a step back toward the open door. "My mother is going to the Segovia estate right now and if she knows we have her server keys, she would burn the original wills before you can get them."My heart dropped into my stomach as I saw the server files were good, but we needed the real paper wills my dad had signed before his heart attack. Those paper wills were the only proof that the estate belonged to me and not to Everett or Rosalind."Marco, get your coat," I said immediately, making up my mind right then that we will be going to the estate."We are going to the e

ISADORA’S POVI stood in the hospital corridor for two full minutes after Aunt Katie finished talking, staring at the closed white door where Rafael was sleeping. I felt very uneasy where I was and my head felt heavy with too many thoughts. I looked down at the brown envelope in my hand, then looked at the cold tiled floor under my feet. I had two choices right in front of me right then. I could sit down on the plastic chair and cry about all the lies, or I could stand up and go after the people who tried to ruin my life.After so many struggles with my thoughts, I made up my mind right there in that quiet hallway. I was done crying, and I was done hiding from my father and Rosalind.I stood up from where I was, taking long steps toward the glass doors of the hospital exit. Immediately I came out, the cold air outside hit my face the second I pushed the door open, but I did not stop to button my coat. I got into my car, threw the brown envelope onto the passenger seat, and started t