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Isabella Vaughn entered the restaurant with the kind of effortless elegance that seemed to come naturally to her. She carried a small handbag between her fingers, a white blazer draped over her shoulders, and a serene expression that betrayed neither haste nor concern, much less any particular curiosity about why a man she had never met had invited her to lunch.She surveyed the restaurant before approaching the hostess.“Good afternoon. Do you have a reservation?” the young woman asked.“Yes. It's under Harvey Sterling.”The hostess searched for the name on her tablet and, once she found it, looked up.“Mr. Sterling is already expecting you. Right this way, please.”Isabella followed her through the restaurant to a small private dining room, tucked away from the tall windows and the murmur of the other diners. The choice caught her attention. Whoever Harvey Sterling was, he clearly didn't want any witnesses to their conversation.“Mr. Sterling, your guest has arrived,” the hostess an

There were plenty of women who, even with the financial freedom to walk away, chose to stay with an unfaithful husband. Some stayed out of love, others out of habit, and many more out of fear of giving up the life they had built.Isabella had no intention of judging them, because every marriage came with circumstances that outsiders knew nothing about. But one thing she knew for certain was that she had no intention of begging for the love of a man who had already chosen to give his to another woman.If she was still living under the same roof as Thomas, it wasn't because she held on to any hope of saving their marriage, but because she was determined to leave him without having to sacrifice her future in the process.“Of course. What good is a man who consciously chose another woman to warm his bed?” She paused and raised her glass toward him. “With all due respect to your involvement in that particular arrangement.”Harvey couldn't help laughing. The sound escaped before he could co

Isabella was sitting in the middle of her bed, surrounded by pencils, fabric swatches, and sheets of paper covered in sketches, when her phone screen lit up with a message from Thomas.Thomas: I'm sorry, sweetheart. I have an urgent meeting. I won't be able to make it home for dinner.Isabella read the message and discovered, with a certain sense of satisfaction, that it stirred absolutely nothing inside her.No disappointment, no sadness, not even the quiet anger that, months earlier, would have kept her awake until she heard the front door open.She'd had an extraordinarily good day, and there was still a smile lingering on her face that had a great deal to do with two orgasms which, for the first time in a very long while, hadn't been the work of her own hand.She checked the time and decided she ought to at least play her part.Isabella: Today is the anniversary of when we started dating. We were supposed to have dinner together.The lie brought a small smile to her lips. Not beca

MAISON BELLHaute CoutureIsabella stood on the sidewalk for several seconds, her face tilted slightly upward and a smile she couldn't suppress spreading across her lips as she admired the sign that had just been installed above the storefront. It was exactly as she'd imagined it, perhaps even better.The elegant lettering she'd chosen stood out against the newly finished facade without appearing excessive, while the words Haute Couture, considerably smaller beneath the name, completed the sophisticated appearance she'd envisioned ever since Maison Bell had been nothing more than an idea scribbled onto one of the last pages of her sketchbook.Bell.No one needed to know where it came from. To anyone else, it would simply be the name of the brand: a short, elegant, easily remembered word. To Isabella, however, it meant something entirely different: a fragment of herself hidden within her own name.Isabella.No Vaughn, no Brooks, and no surname identifying the family she'd once belonged