All Chapters of WHISPERS OF BETRAYAL: THE COLD CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

LeonardoLoud, breathless groans echoed through the private suite, mixing with the rhythmic sound of dark, aggressive thrusting.I gripped her from behind without slowing my pace, fisting my hand in her hair while I slammed fast into her body. I didn't care about anything but the release, and once it was over, I pulled away immediately. I growled and stepped back, refusing to let any woman hook me with a fake pregnancy and false promises.Stepping out of bed completely unfazed by her disheveled appearance, I picked up my phone and transferred a sum of money to her account. After all, that is all they want: manipulative gold diggers who only care about the money. I looked toward the bed with an icy glare and spoke coldly, "I have transferred the money. Get out before I come back."I strolled into the bathroom to wash away the night. As I turned on the shower, a bitter memory flashed into my mind: the heavy scent of rose flowers and lilac, and the whispering of wedding guests looking at

IsabellaI walked out of his office, breathing a breath of relief I didn't know I was holding in. On my way out, I bumped into someone and was apologizing, only for me to see who it was."Luca," I said with smiles. We both hugged each other; it has been ages since we last saw each other. Then, he asked, "How was the interview?" I told him I got the job. He said, "Congrats."Then, Fiamma walked in on us and approached us, looking beautiful as ever in a body-hugging, fitted gown. She asked, "How was it?" I told her I got the job. She smiled and said, "We must go shopping!" Luca tried to walk out, giving us space, but Fiamma called him."Luca, how are you? I heard from your cousin that you are not feeling too good." Luca's smile vanished. "I'm fine," he said, and walked out.I looked at Fiamma. "Don't tell me you are still in love with him after all these years." She sighed, "I'm deeply in love with him, but he is too cold hearted to see it." We both walked out of the company, entered he

IsabellaAfter yesterday's drama at work, I needed to ease my mind with this birthday party.I had my bath, put on a beautiful red velvet, body-hugging gown with red stiletto heels. I styled my hair in a sexy messy bun style, looking elegant and beautiful. With my makeup, it completely changed my appearance. Since my breakup with my ex, I have not looked this beautiful.I carried a black purse and held the gift I bought for Fiamma. I bought her a beautiful Birkin bag. She will love it. She has always loved designer gifts.I kissed Grandma and waved her goodbye. I entered the taxi I had already ordered, gave the driver the address to my destination, and the driver started driving. We got to the entrance of the house.Everywhere was well decorated with beautiful, breathtaking décor, bright lights flickering around the building. I got inside. The inside was even more beautiful, with loud music and different guests filling the place.I looked for Fiamma and wished her a happy birthday, ga

Isabella POVThe alarm went off at 6:40, same as it had every morning since I quit. I silenced it, dragged myself out of bed, and went to shower, already rehearsing the day ahead — another stack of résumés, another round of company lobbies, another chance nobody would want me.It had been three days since I walked out of Moretti Industries. Three days of scrolling job boards until my eyes burned, printing out certificates I'd already printed twice.I got dressed and headed downstairs with my folder of documents under my arm. Grandma was already at the table, and even from the doorway I could tell something was off — the way she was sitting, a little too still, a little too careful."Morning, Grandma."She looked up and smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Morning, Isa.""Nonna. Have you taken your medication?""Of course I have. I'm just tired, that's all." She waved a hand like she was swatting the question away, then turned it back on me before I could push further. "How are