Hearing what came out of Isabella's mouth was like hearing nails scrape against a chalkboard. At this moment, Ethan turned to look at Mr. Smith and nodded at him, as if they were old friends. Immediately, Mr. Smith understood what that meant. However, it didn't mean he easily forgave or excused Ethan and Isabella.He gently placed his palms against each other and hesitated for a moment, waiting until Ethan was forced to twist his neck in a certain way and giving him a look before he reluctantly walked towards the door.It wasn't that he sought pleasure in eavesdropping on his master's conversation with his ex-wife. He simply found it difficult to leave his master alone with his ex-wife, knowing that he might not receive the protection he needed when required.Once Mr. Smith left the room, Ethan asked, like a hospitable host extending an invitation, "Care for a drink?" He then strode slowly to his home bar in the living room and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.At this moment,
Isabella's heart continued to beat like a drum pounding against her chest as she anxiously awaited Ethan's revelation. She didn't like the direction the conversation was taking, as it was not going according to her plan.However, there was little she could do at this moment, as she was feeling as powerless as a bird with clipped wings, trapped in a cage at the mercy of her captor. If only she interrupted Ethan, she knew it would speak volumes about her secret, and she should better keep silent.Like a rabbit caught in a snare, she paid close attention to Ethan's words, all the while trying to conceal her nervousness, as she felt like a prisoner trapped in a cell, awaiting the key to her freedom.Ethan, on the other hand, stepped away from the home bar and slowly approached Isabella, reminiscent of a lion stalking its prey, his words ready to be unleashed.He then took another sip of his wine and said,"This is the story of a woman who believed she had it all and treated everyone aroun
Isabella's driving was so furious, evident in her stern face and relentless acceleration. It was a manifestation of her anger, and that evening, she found herself back in Havenbrook.Even though the sun had set, painting vibrant hues across the horizon, Havenbrook continued to buzz with life and activity like a thriving metropolis that never sleeps.Upon arriving at the beach house, Isabella couldn't help but unleash her anger on everyone she encountered, including the security personnel at the gate, as she stormed in like a raging tornado, tearing through the streets with unbridled force.The events from earlier in Eldridge replayed in her mind like a movie at the cinema. Her anger then grew wider, and as she got out of the car, she slammed the door shut with a thunderous clap echoing through the night.She placed her fingerprint on the entrance door and waited for the chime to sound, but it didn't happen. Frustrated as she was, she yelled as if the fingerprint sensor could hear her,
Isabella seethed like an angry storm cloud, her energy crackling with fury, her gaze piercing the air like lightning bolts of frustration."He's a devil; that damn bastard is a devil!" Isabella exclaimed before tears cascaded down her cheeks like a gentle waterfall of sorrow and vulnerability.Confusion clouded Alexander and Victorial's minds, akin to lost wanderers in a labyrinth. "Didn't he agree to take custody of the child?" asked Alexander and Victorial, looking at Isabella with so much confusion written boldly on their faces."That bastard even rejected his own daughter?" muttered Alexander, his words reaching Isabella and Victoria since Isabella refused to talk, and he said anything that came to his mind."I know he'll do anything to come after me. I'm his target, and soon enough he'll try to ruin me," Alexander said with a deep breath, revealing a hint of trepidation as if he were bracing himself for an impending storm."I agree with you, Alex; the damn bastard is watching you
"Hello Davis, how are your parents?" Victorial asked immediately; she noticed the grave silence coming from Isabella, like she was deaf to what Davis said to her."They are fine, ma’am. They wanted to arrange a couple's party between Isabella and me, but I refused. I mean, this is my mess, and I should only get to fix it." Davis smirked simply like a mischievous child who had just pulled off a clever prank, his eyes sparkling with playful delight as he peered at Isabella, who was definitely not looking at his face.As Davis continued to stand, he attempted to take a step closer to her; however, his steps were slow and filled with doubt, which Alexander and Victorial indeed saw, and they knew at that moment that they needed to give the young man and their daughter a little space. and at each other, they glanced, followed by an understanding nod."Ahem!" Alexander cleared his throat, and Victorial adjusted her position so that she sat beside him."I have to go in now; I have some files
With Isabella going in to change into a beautiful dress suitable for her outing with Davis, Davis waited in the living room, seated on the sofa and sipping exotic wine served by the private chef, feeling as relaxed as a king on his throne.And then suddenly, a tiny voice sprouted from nowhere like a mischievous whisper carried by the wind."I must warn you, Davis. Isabella is undeniably beautiful, but she's as tough as a rock. You must be careful with her and not take her condemning words too personally. That's how I've coped with her all along," Alexa said.Having listened to the voice, Davis didn't need to turn around in search of who had spoken to him out of the blue. He simply smiled like a contented wanderer who had stumbled upon a hidden treasure."I know, and I still love her," he answered like a steadfast lover who holds on to his feelings with unwavering conviction."You know, I have one of you in my mansion," Davis said further, and Alexa immediately responded without a paus
It was an electrifying and vibrant space where pulsating beats, flashing lights, and boundless energy created an unforgettable atmosphere. Too many people also came there to let loose and express themselves through the magic of music.As Davis and Isabella approached the dance club, the thumping bass reverberated through the doors, drawing them closer. The entrance was marked by a neon-lit sign, casting a colorful glow on the eager clubgoers waiting in line. There were also bouncers in black attire standing guard, ensuring a safe and orderly entry.When Davis and Isabella stepped in, the sound of laughter and anticipation filled the air, ready to experience the energy that awaited."Give us two shots of whiskey!" Davis yelled to the bartender, knowing that speaking with a low voice was no use at the bar."For you and this beautiful lady right there?" the bartender yelled back, placing his hands gently on the bar-height table and staring at Isabella with a smile like a blooming flower.
"Mayor Theodore, please have a seat," Ethan said at this moment, and without any delay, like the hands of a ticking clock, Ethan took his seat and crossed his legs.Seeing the gesture and elegance that Ethan carried, the mayor suddenly realized he might have been overreacting, much like a storm in a teacup. In the same fashion, without having anyone tell him, he took his seat beside his daughter, laying his ears on what Ethan would say."I'm sorry about what my personal assistant arranged with your daughter and for you; I understand he disrespected you in one way or another. However, I humbly plead that you forgive him. His intentions were noble in every way. He wanted me to go on a date with your daughter, who is indeed beautiful, as I have seen one of her pictures and now in person."And though I appreciate her beauty, I must confess that she is not the woman for me. So I will humbly decline the offer my personal assistant made to her and all of that. I apologize for the inconvenienc