At this moment, Isabella leaned forward like a graceful swan and placed her gentle lips on Davis’ lips like a delicate butterfly. Davis, on the other hand, was still perplexed about who Isabella just called him, and he couldn’t help but resist his romantic urge."You see, I can’t put up with this anymore. The f**king third time now? I thought you were done with this guy!"Still attempting to draw him close like a relentless magnet, refusing to release its grip, Davis yelled immediately, "Damn it, Isabella! f**cking what you want?""What Davis? You see me here with you, don’t you? What do you mean by that?" Isabella yelled back, and Davis only began to pace around to and fro in a rush as if he were a caged lion, restless and yearning for freedom."For the damn third time, Isabel, you mistook my name for that f**king bastard. How do you expect me to feel?" he yelled.Still, Isabella hasn't seen anything wrong with what she said. "I called his name three times at that, but I am here with
"You don't understand; let me explain." Davis rushed out of bed like a startled deer, his feet barely touching the ground as he followed Isabella, who was now walking down the staircase with fast-paced anger, like a fury ready to unleash its wrath upon the earth. Every word that Davis uttered fell on deaf ears, like a soft breeze passing through an empty room, its gentle touch unnoticed amidst the storm brewing within Isabella. Instead, her facial expression spoke volumes, like a book with torn-out pages revealing untold stories within; the lines etched upon her face painted a portrait of frustration and inner turmoil.And just like that, she stormed out of Davis' family mansion and onto the road, flagging down an Uber and hopping right into it, her movements propelled by a surge of determination and pent-up emotions. In her wake, Davis chased after her, his steps quick and frantic, like a windstorm desperately trying to catch its escaped leaves before they vanished into the distance.
Ethan stood tall, exuding confidence and sophistication, as he prepared for the board meeting he had called. He wore a perfectly tailored black-grey suit by Sartorial Elegance, which fit him impeccably. His polished black leather shoes gleamed, reflecting his attention to detail. Additionally, he sported a silver wristwatch that symbolized success and punctuality, neatly styled to project an image of professionalism and refinement.When he arrived at Woodmark Central Company in Eldridge, accompanied by his entourage of cars and security personnel, the entire staff of the company could hear his arrival.Immediately, everyone donned the attire of professionalism and punctuality, exemplifying their dedication to their roles within the company.Ethan walked into the company with Mr. Smith following closely behind him, and the rest of the security team took strategic positions around the building, ensuring a safe environment.Upon entering the boardroom, Ethan found every board member alre
While Isabella stormed out of the coffee shop in anger, her movements were like a gust of wind—fierce and unstoppable. She slipped into her sleek car, the doors closing with a resolute thud. Just as she was about to drive off, she heard a knock on her car window, jolting her out of her seething thoughts. Startled, she turned to see who it was and heard the voice of Samantha, cutting through the tense air like a silver bell, clear and melodious."Roll down the glass," Samantha instructed, holding an envelope in her hand that resembled an official letter.Without hesitation, Isabella rolled down the window, as if welcoming a breath of fresh air into a stuffy room. Immediately, she exclaimed, "What the f**k is that?"Samantha didn't bat an eye as she replied, "It's the letter you asked for, isn't it?"Like a thirsty wanderer finding water, Isabella snatched the envelope from Samantha's hands. In a rush, she opened it, her chest heaving as if burdened by a heavy weight. Her eyes fell on t
"How many times do I have to remind you that your father left us?" Isabella yelled once more, forcefully grabbing Sophia's right hand as she stormed toward the mansion's entrance door in a flurry of angry, determined steps and grumbling words."You love your father so much, huh? You didn't believe me when I said he left us, did you? Do you ever think If I had not come through for you at the hospital, the dad you loved so much would?" Isabella murmured, her voice delicate and fragile, reminiscent of the fluttering wings of a butterfly. Sophia, despite Davis watching from behind, managed to hear Isabella's words, while Davis himself stood perplexed, trying to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.He wondered if Isabella's unforgivable resentment toward him was due to his mother's interference in their private lives. Or perhaps Isabella still longed for Ethan, especially now that he had become one of the most successful young men in the entire country. However, no matter how muc
"You're here," Victorial voiced, immediately gazing at Alexander with her pleasurable eyes like a radiant sunrise breaking through a dark, stormy sky. However, her expression quickly sank into curiosity as Alexander's face was devoid of a smile or any hint of positive enthusiasm, like a barren desert devoid of life and color.Similarly, Davis shared Alexander's unfortunate experience, his face bearing a battered sadness as he continued to stare at his feet. He hadn't glanced at Isabella's face since he entered the mansion.If it were up to Isabella, she would have threatened to pour hot water on Davis and make him leave the mansion like a boiling volcano ready to erupt with fiery vengeance. But the situation they were in was much bigger than her own emotions, so she focused solely on her father."Leave us," Victorial ordered immediately, and every private chef who had assisted in arranging the dining for this supposed perfect evening left them alone."What happened? What did that bast
"Mr. Alexander!" Davis called at the loudest volume of his voice, but if Alexander heard him, it was a lie.In the bathtub, water mixed with soap and antiseptic, and there lay Alexander, lifeless like a broken statue, robbed of all vitality and expression.Davis, confused about what to do at this moment, took three backward steps like a startled deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. The private security guards who rushed closely behind him faced the sight of the dead Alexander lying motionless in the bathtub.First, they carried him out of the bathtub and laid his drenched self on the ground. Then they examined him from head to toe and discovered that Alexander had caused his own death by slitting his wrist in the bathtub, leaving the whole floor and the whole bathtub bloody.The look on the private guards' faces was an expression of their inner question about what could have happened for their master to finally decide to take his own life.At this moment, it was evident t
Convincing Sophia to unplug her headphones and finally follow Davis away from the beach house was as difficult as prying open a seashell sealed shut by the relentless grip of the ocean.However, mentioning that her grandparents had been hospitalized and that they needed her presence to feel better immediately shifted her thoughts like a sudden gust of wind swirling through a calm summer day, stirring up a whirlwind of questions and concern. and compelled her to follow Davis.Upon arriving at the hospital, Davis approached the receptionist's desk and said, "Hi, I'm Davis, and this is Sophia Rosewood. Her grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Rosewood, were admitted here earlier today. Could we see them?""No, you can't. They are both in separate surgical rooms at the moment. You can wait for them in the waiting area. There is already an Isabella Rosewood there," the receptionist replied, her voice dripping with a mix of authority and empathy, like a symphony conductor directing the emotions of th