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She picked up a dagger from the table and severed the tendons in Olivia’s right hand. "Ouch!” Olivia screamed, gasping for breath, stammering, “Why? Why... are you doing this?” “Because you’re nothing but a lowly servant, a mere tool of the Abyss Group. Dominic Ashcroft is mine! This is what you get for seducing my man!” Isabella viciously stabbed the dagger into Olivia’s thigh, twisting it. Olivia’s leg instantly became a bloody mess. “I’ll tell you, Dominic and I will be engaged soon, and your influence in the Abyss will be uprooted by me. You, a nameless orphan picked up from nowhere, will be forgotten!” Isabella spat.

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

Isabella is a human girl, who was kidnapped to replace her look alike Arabella. Isabella is confused and before she could understand where she is and what's happening, she is being claimed by Blaze.

She was a different woman than the one the prince was used to. “I present to you my daughter! Isabella Herbert.” Said King Roberts very happily. “Nice to meet you!” The princess greeted. Who was red as a tomato, besides being all sweaty. The king and queen welcomed her, the prince had been petrified of her watching her. Then Frankie pushed him to get closer, the menacing gaze of his father had fixed on him. Christopher was really handsome, just like in the stories he read. Isabella felt self-conscious and very ashamed. Suddenly the desire to run away was increasing, she looked at her parents as they enjoyed that show.

Isabella became so engrossed in her remembrance that she didn't realize the conference had come to an end. Christy came out before Angelo did and quickly spotted Isabella at the edge of the cliff. She stared at her with so much hatred and an evil idea came to her mind. She looked around and noticed that the few attendees who had come outside were busy greeting each other so, she walked towards Isabella while being careful not to make a sound. When she finally stood behind Isabella, she looked behind her, saw that no one was watching and pushed Isabella off the cliff. She knew Isabella would not survive it and that was the result she hoped for.

"Even if it doesn't make any sense." Frost closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Running through snow. Huge, deep piles of snow, the kind that should slow you down, but it doesn't. yet it just parted ways for me like water." He paused, his brow furrowing. “Okay…” I nodded, “anything else?” "A woman's face. She's beautiful but her expression is twisted with rage. She's screaming something." "What's she saying?" His eyes opened, and the pain in them made my chest tight. "Abomination. She's calling me an abomination."

"And you want to compete with me for prom queen? In your dreams!" The next scene made the entire room gasp. Isabella slapped Rose across the face. "Remember your place, you trash from the slums!" Video after video played, showing Isabella locking Rose in a bathroom, cutting her hair, putting thumbtacks on her chair, spitting in her water... each clip a testament to her cruelty. The guests were stunned. "How is this possible...?" someone whispered. "I thought Isabella was known for her charity work." "So this is what she's really like..."

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.

Her reflection stared back at her, beautiful, but no longer in control. She replayed the gala in her mind. The applause for Amara. The flashing cameras. Luca’s arm wrapped possessively around the woman who had stolen everything. Her jaw tightened. “You think you’ve won, little chef?” she whispered to her reflection. “You’ve only lit the fuse.” She reached for her phone and dialed a number she hadn’t used in years. When a voice answered on the other end, smooth and dark, Isabella smiled. “It’s time,” she said. “I need a favor. And I’m willing to pay whatever it costs.”

“I’m not sure you know who that is. You know what I was wrong. I’m not certain you’ll even see the light of tomorrow. I mean you just got here, and you’re already planning to kill Lady Lauren, Sheffield’s Student president. The iron princess of Andovia.” “Yeah, it doesn’t make her indestructible. She’ll pay one day, that's a promise.” I said as a hot tear dropped from my eyes. Brownwell was a pure man in spirit, one of the few good people left on earth. The gods wail for his death. “Elsa, I understand you want to get revenge for your friend's death, but trust me, you can’t beat her.” Isabel replied with her face settling low. “What’s the matter Isabel? It seems she did something to you.” I