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She begins to sob, covering her face with both hands, and I want to wring Alpha Ernest’s neck. “Mrs. Moon, I know where Isla is,” I tell her. “She’s safe.” Her hands drop, and she’s staring at me through her tears. “You know where my daughter is? Please, don’t hurt her!” she says. “We’re doing everything we can to pay back the money Alpha Ernest loaned us for our son’s medical bills. Please!” She has her hands folded together as if she is praying and begging me at the same time. “I assure you, it isn’t my intention to hurt Isla. In fact, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure that no harm ever befalls her. She’s very important to me.”

Irina's voice shot up in more anger, her attempt to stop getting angry and shouting failing barely attempting it. “I care more than you will ever know,” she finally broke her suffocating silence, as her gaze rose coldly at her mother, “More than you will ever!” She hissed. Something about Isla's tone made Irina uneasy and caused her to narrow her eyes, while wondering what on earth she could be planning again. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked slowly, knowing that trying to decipher whatever it was from her facial expression was useless. ‘Whatever Isla would execute, she would need money. But she has been broke ever since she lost her company, and got scammed,’ Irina reassured herse

They walked straight to the table in the back corner where there were three men sitting at a game table who looked just as smug as Jamerson young and Powerful, all three with model like women wearing dresses that were pretty yet showed much to cleavage, on their laps. "Gentlemen, meet my fiance, Isla Moon Gambino, She is a little crippled right now as you can see but it's only temporary, oh you should see her move with such grace when she has both good legs" Jamerson's introduction was very hurtful and disrespectful as the men tipped their heads as a greeting while chuckling at Jameson's remark which had Isla frowning.

"A luxury apartment in the Moonridge Pack. A love nest Damien bought for Isla using our pack's funds. Valued at 1.2 million." Martha's face went deathly pale. "And these," I continued, revealing more evidence. "Records of funds Damien transferred to Isla: $350,000 for jewelry, $800,000 for a sports car, $650,000 in luxury shopping sprees... a total of over three million dollars of pack assets spent in three months." The crowd began to murmur, their gazes on Damien now filled with shock. "But the best is yet to come." I pulled out my phone and played a video. "This is the result of the investigation into Isla's 'healer qualifications'."

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.

She was obviously a show-off. Serenity recognized her. She's Lindsey Moon, the daughter of a real estate company owner that had business relations with the Valor Group. The Moon family was a nouveau riche that made their fortune from the real estate boom in recent years. Their assets increased tenfold almost overnight, propelling their company from a second-rate real estate company into one of the top real estate companies in Solaria. Lindsey Moon was one of the women who coveted Jackson. Serenity had done her homework before coming to the banquet. She had gotten detailed information of the banquet attendees from Connor and knew which of the women had shown interest in Jackson in the past fi

No one could humiliate her here or tell her she wasn't good enough. Isabella sat on the bed and counted her money. Fifteen thousand from Grace minus two weeks of motel rent and food left her with about thirteen thousand. Thirty-seven dollars in tips today. If she could average fifty dollars a shift, five shifts a week, that was a thousand a month. Not enough. Not nearly enough. She needed a second job.

“I have to say, your company’s latest projects have been impressive.” I gave him a firm handshake. “We don’t do anything less than that, George.” He chuckled. “And who is this stunning young lady?” His eyes flickered to Isla with interest. “My newest asset,” I replied smoothly before Isla could speak. “Isla Morgan. She’s been making quite an impact at Titan Holdings.” “Ah, yes. I’ve heard. You made quite the million-dollar design deal.” George raised his glass in her direction. “Impressive work.”

But her father’s cruel laugh crushed that fragile hope. “You’re right. But Mr. Romano has promised one hundred thousand dollars~plus gifts and furniture. That’s enough to start a business and live well until Isolde graduates. After that, she’ll take care of us.” The words stabbed into Isabella’s chest. Her tears blurred her sight, her breath catching painfully. One hundred thousand dollars. That was her worth. Her knees weakened. She wanted to scream, to rush into the living room and shout at them, but before she could, some opened the door from the outside and it was Isolde.