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he added as he struggled with his tie. Isabella felt her chest start to beat fast when he pushed her to the chair. “Too bad you had no idea she was secretly building a pit for you to fall in.” Isabella told him. “How was I supposed to know? Everything went smoothly because she was assisted by Damien.” Lucas said, his voice still cold. “Damien? The CEO?” Lucas flung the tie on the floor and turned to look at her. “Turns out they were married. They were fucking married!”

"Liam behind her? When it’s all a fake marriage? That Isabelle is a deceiving bitch, she deceives everyone around her." Laura froze. "Fake marriage?" "You mean to tell me you didn’t know? I guess your informant can't access important personal information like that" Estella smirked. "Isabelle’s marriage to Liam isn’t real. It’s all a contract." Laura’s mind spun. "A contract? You’re saying they’re not really together?" "That’s exactly what I’m saying. I even suspect she has a man she’s really seeing. When I visited her house once, there was this man with her, and they looked very close."

“Business tycoon Lazare Ibañez, son of the late race driver Lionel Ibañez, is now in the eye of a storm. A photograph from his engagement party last night has surfaced, showing him in a compromising position with an unidentified woman, who is not his fiancée, the acclaimed actress Nicole Asuncion. Efforts are underway to reach Mr. Ibañez for his statement on the matter. Stay tuned for further updates—” Vlada turned off the television and she put the remote on the table. She reached for her phone and dialed Michael’s number.

What was going on right now? "I have no idea what you are talking about, but I have never tried to kill you. I am Mateo De Luca. Tell me your name, and I will spare you," I finally said. She narrowed her eyes at me, looking around. I could sense she was scared. I ordered everyone to leave. It was obvious she wasn't comfortable with a lot of bodyguards surrounding her, just like Isla. They shared something in common. They both hated attention. After everyone left, she turned to me. "My name is Isla Moreno Russo. I am your wife of Damian Russo, and this is my child, Nova."

he said and gave air quotes on the last word. I raised a brow. “You mean ex-lover, right?” He shook his head. “Nope, lover. They never broke up. Isabella just, well, disappeared from him and Paki-bato. We never heard from her until you came.” Mother was more mysterious than I thought! “And Marco? Where is he now?” Fernan downed a glass of beer and smiled. “Still here. He works at that public school you're helping.” “Did he marry?”

Isabelle too knew, so she didn’t ask either. “So, were you saying this child belongs to another man?” Isabelle asked with narrowed brow, cupping her belly with her hand. She was beginning to lose her patience. “Yes, as a matter of fact, not just another man. The man is Mr. Carlos Fernandez…” “The world number one real estate mogul,” Isabelle cut in, completing the lines before Dr. Kim could go further. Dr. Kim stared at her with surprise. “I see you already know him,” Dr. Kim said, nodding her head.

The back-to-back explosion from Elena made Isabella speechless. She wanted to justify herself, but nothing she could say would erase the truth in Elena’s words. Elena had struck her where it hurt the most. Isabella’s fingers clenched into the fabric of her dress as she shot Elena a sharp look. “W-Who do you think you are—” “Lucas’ wife.” Elena boldly announced. Isabella’s eyes widened. “Wife?” Elena lifted her chin. “That’s right. His wife.” Her voice was steady, unwavering. “And that gives me every right to speak when you, the woman who abandoned him, have the audacity to call him heartless.”

Her husband was trying to evade answering her. *** Luke was still the owner of the resort in San Fabian. She felt elated when she saw its name, My Isabelle's. And since the staff knew she was his wife, they had to stay together in the biggest villa. She was relieved knowing that there were two bedrooms. They were going to meet Joyce , her fiance and some of her friends at the pool. Her husband was really generous. He said that he let Joyce and his fiancée stay at the resort as long as they want. It was his wedding gift for them. She smiled. After a last look in the mirror, she went out of her room to meet him in the living room. His back was on her. He seemed to be messaging someone on

“Hendrick Lance dated her in high school. His parents didn’t accept their relationship because Isabela’s family status was below them. They forced him to break up with her, and she married Sir Ricardo Cortez a few years later.” I nodded as the wheels in my head turned. Occupying one side of the leather couch beside the bookshelf, I pointed at the other side for him to sit. “Isabela and Hendrick must have met again while she was still married to your father.” That made sense. I leaned back, crossing my right leg over the left. They might have rekindled the relationship. “What’s your plan?” When Marcus pulled his laptop out and began explaining things, I listened. A new hope bloomed in my ches

Her stomach tightened into a knot, failed to hide the discomfort that she was feeling inside. Ikaya frowned shooting Isabella a puzzled look, " Who is she, Lucien? It seems like a human." Lucien gulped down his words nervously. He could feel through his mate bond that Isabella was getting uncomfortable slowly. Lucien pushed away her arms slowly and replied truthfully, " Ikaya..I...I have.. married Isabella..This is Isabella Adams, my wife." Shock, hurt all the bad expressions that existed on earth formed on Ikaya's face. Her painted lips trembled together. Letting out a humorless chuckle, she spoke shifting her gaze between Isabella and Lucien,