"Isabella, please don't do this to me." Alex kept on sobbing as he drove Isabella's lifeless body to the hospital. He knew that he was in trouble if something bad happened to her and regretted his reaction to their argument.Apart from his aversion to the sight of blood, he was also a hot-tempered person, always avoiding altercations, which is why he was a man of few words.He prayed silently at the hospital's reception, pacing around as Isabella was being treated in a ward there."Doctor, please, what's happening?" He rushed to the doctor immediately upon his appearance in the reception. ""Be rest assured, Mr. Alex. She is going to be fine." The doctor replied."But what happened to her?" He asked.Alex lied that she slipped in the bathroom and fell, but the doctor seemed not to believe him as he shot him a quizzical face."Yes, you can, but do not disturb her because we gave her a drug to make her sleep." The doctor replied after Alex had asked him if he could visit her in the war

Reaching the lobby, Alex threw open the glass doors, ignoring whether it was against the hospital's ethics or not.His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms. He needed air, needed escape, and needed anything to quell the rising tide of fury and hurt.His legs carried him to his car, the latest Subaru Outback, which he affectionately nicknamed "Blue," each step heavy with the weight of shattered hope. He reached the car, fumbled with the keys, and finally, with a frustrated growl, threw the door open.He slammed the door shut.The black leather seat, which did offer him comfort, did not. He slammed his hand on the steering, realising the mess he had gotten himself into through his stupidity—heeding his parents' wishes like a dog to his master.But reality, like a persistent itch, wormed its way back into his thoughts. He could not stay parked there, lost in the wreckage of his emotions. He needed to act—to do something, anything—even if it meant talking to someone f

Alex immediately dashed out of his car as he drove into his company's 'compound.He shut down the entrance's door behind him. His employees, sensing the volcanic eruption within, scurried past like frightened mice as they muttered their greetings, which he ignored. His only focus was the meeting hall to handle the negotiation himself. The manager stammered out the news like a death knell. "Mr. Alex, they... they left. The deal... it's off."His world, balanced on the precipice of success, crumbled.He immediately called them, but his disappointment heightened when they told him that they had called the deal off. His phone rang in his pocket, and he fished it out, as he was still sober about losing the contract.His blood simmered at the sight of the name—the devil herself, Isabella, displayed on the screen.He ignored it, but she continued calling.Each ring tore into him like a fresh cut.Finally, unable to ignore it anymore, he answered it."Yes?" His voice was laced with annoyan

The next morning, Alex's eyes snapped open, the jarring white of the ceiling searing into his vision.His head throbbed like a drum solo in a heavy metal concert, each beat echoing the confusion swirling in his mind. He tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea washed over him, pinning him to the bed.He blinked, trying to clear the fog that had clouded his thoughts. He groaned as he touched his head, trying to jog his memory.A sliver of sunlight peeked through the narrow window, casting long, stark shadows across him and someone lying beside him on the floor.In curiosity, his gaze drifted, landing on the figure curled up beside him. His breath hitched on seeing that it was Isabella.She was a beautiful sight to behold, but not with her. Never!Her raven hair cascaded over her porcelain skin.A wave of revulsion instantly washed over him. The thought of being so close to her, of her breath mingling with his, sent a shiver of disgust down his spine.For a split second, he had forgott

Alex wanted to ignore the call, but she insisted on him picking up the call as his dad continued to call."For the person to keep calling repeatedly, that means the purpose of calling is important. You should pick it." "I'll call the person back later... Maybe I should switch it off." He picked it up from the table to switch it off, but was interrupted by her."Why will you do that?" Emily scoffed in disbelief. "Please...for my sake, pick it." Her lips parted with a sudden smile.Even if he did not want to pick it, her smile was enough for him to have a change of mind."I'll be right back." He rose from the chair.He went to the toilet's lobby to answer it so that she would not hear their conversation."Good afternoon, dad." He muttered."Why didn't you tell me you had fixed a date for the wedding?" His father asked in a condescending tone, with his barritone voice."I already planned to when I visit you this weekend.""And you think I will believe that?" His father scoffed."Since