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As my lips moved against his, he gradually took over. He was one hell of a kisser. When I pulled away to gaze into his eyes, butterflies swarmed my stomach. The tenderness in his eyes was enough to make me go weak in the knees. Is this what it means to meet your soulmate? "Do you know me?" I slurred, and he raised a brow. "Who doesn't know you? You're Isabella Moreno, granddaughter of one of the richest men in New York," he responded, a certain glint in his eyes.

Damon was still on his phone call. I wanted to call him and tell him that I had a letter and that I was scared of opening it. But he didn't look like he was going to be done anytime soon, so I pushed myself back to my seat. After taking a couple of calming breaths, I opened the envelope to reveal a folded paper. With another deep breath, I opened the letter to read words I wasn't familiar with: "Dear Isabella, Do you love him? The man who raised you. Do you love him? Do you see Pablo as a father? Because if you do, I'm sure you would like to save his life.

Eliana touched his arm, but he shook her off—too quickly, too sharp. He was walking toward Isla now, through the crowd like a storm building in silence. When he reached her, Isla was sipping from a glass of wine. Carlos melted into the crowd, sensing the shift in atmosphere. “You enjoy humiliating me now?” Callum asked quietly, eyes locked on hers. She turned, slow and deliberate. “No. That would require caring about your opinion.” A beat passed. He stepped closer. “Why didn’t you tell me who you really were?”

Almost down , he walked in. I stopped dead in my tracks , this man looked like a god ! This was the broadest shoulder I've seen , he is tall , fair tanned skin , forcefully lifting my eyes to his face , I got the best sight , his face was well structured , the nose was definitely pointed , then his lips , cherry pink . Isabella stop! I cleared my throat trying to find my voice , "hi , good evening , my name is isabella and this is my mother, I..." "Yes I know everything about you , who should be doing the introduction is myself"

he growled angrily. ISABELLA'S POV: Despite my busy day, I couldn't stop thinking about the strange call I received earlier today. Who could be so bold to address me in such a way? Florence had mentioned meeting Liam yesterday; could the strange man be Liam? No! Never! Liam isn't that confident and bold. Liam is timid. He can't even drink a drop of alcohol. I chuckled slightly. I kept glancing at my wristwatch, anticipating 4 pm so I can see this bold stranger whom I'm starting to crush on. Strange!

Noah said as he went over to the mini bar on the other side of his office to pour himself a drink, “Would you care for one?” “No, thanks,” I said softly. "Suit yourself," He shrugged and took a sip from his drink, "So what can I help you with Miss Coleman?" "Please call me Isabel," I said. He chuckled darkly and took a sip from his drink, "I haven't heard from your family in a few years, so excuse me for being curious as to why you're here, Miss Coleman." I bit my lower lip nervously. How the hell was I going to go about this?!

The lady turns to Enzo, who slowly retreated down to the hallway, he had things to take care of. “Oh these two men”. She shook her head , marching off to her room. ~~~ Houses were all burning, the place deserted, dead bodies piled up on the streets. Screams and roars could be heard from a distance. Isaiah stood at the center of the chaos, confused of what to do. “Help” he heard a familiar voice crying for help. “Isabella”. He called out running towards the direction of the voice.

There will be safe military and clan bases emerging but still needed some points from working and trading for food. Thinking back to her past life, this was the time when she was burning from fever. Also remembered calling the supervisor asking for sick leave, then returning home with some groceries that were left on the kitchen counter. Dragged her heavy body on the bed and fell asleep without eating dinner or changing clothes. 'I feel blessed even if I died and won't waste this opportunity.' Ring-Ring-Ring... Isabella Chen almost threw her phone when she heard the voice she doesn't want to hear anymore. Recalling the suffering from the hands of these people she treated like family makes he

Liam fell into step beside me for a second, his hand briefly on my shoulder, no words, just that steadying touch. Then he was gone with his team, swallowed by the corridor. Caleb double checked the vervain, then lifted his head. He looked tired, but there was a hard light to him I liked. “We’re ready,” he said. I turned, and for the first time since this all started, my eyes met hers in the cell. Then I faced Isla. I pushed the cell door hard enough to make the hinges complain and went straight for her with speed. She was slumped on the bench, sleeves soaked dark where the cuffs had cut her. Her eyes flicked up as I crossed the threshold, hostile and hollow at once..

Wearing the red dress. Crown of subway tokens on her curls. Eyes red and ancient. Her smile resembles the one my niece has. “Hello family " she speaks, her voice a blend of every tone that belongs to her. Those that do not. "You’ve arrived on time, for cake.” Her heart pulses a beat from, behind. Hard. The bonds constrict. The city murmurs, harmonizing flawlessly with Isla’s voice: “Let’s begin.” Chapter 84 Marco Vasquez