It was the next morning. Isabella opened her eyes to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the curtain covering the hotel view. In the same way, it cast a warm and enticing light upon her hotel room.Rising to her feet like a delicate blossom unfurling its petals in the gentle morning breeze, the first thing Isabella heard was a greeting from Alexa.“Good morning, Isabella. How was your sleep? You must have been really tired yesterday; you slept and woke up at 9 a.m.""It’s 9 a.m. already?" Isabella asked for the second time, her uncertainty about the actual time akin to that of a lost sailor peering at a cloudy sky, seeking guidance from the elusive North Star.“Yes, it’s 9 a.m. according to the time on your cellphone.” Alexa spoke again. Her words are certain and convincing.“Oh!” Isabella said, wiping her faintly opened eyes with her fingers and apparently not being bothered about the time. Either way, Alexa voiced again.“I hate to bring this to your attention, Isabella, but
"Does this mean that when everything is finally over, I will have Satorial Elegance as my personal bespoke tailor?" Isabella asked, still zooming in on the man."Of course, Isabella, you will have the wealth and power to do anything you want. However, I think having Satorial Elegance as your personal bespoke tailor is not appropriate." Alexa spoke, her voice low but certain."Why?" Isabella asked, her face reflecting confusion like a puzzling labyrinth with no clear path to understanding.“Because Satorial Elegance specialises in high-end customised suits for males, not females. So when our plan becomes successful and you assume Ethan's position, you should instead engage Evelyn St. Clair.” Alexa said. "Who is she?" Isabella asked, completely unaware of that name, like a traveller in a foreign land encountering an unfamiliar dialect.“She isn't well-known around here, but she is the best in Paris. She has carved out a unique niche in the world of bespoke tailoring, specialising in cra
Isabella smiled like a happy child. How she heard Alexa praised her beauty was like a sweet injection injected into her veins. To blush was, in fact, an understatement because what happened to Isabella’s face at this moment was an expression bigger than mere blushing.In this strength, Isabella wore confidence like a garment and looked into the wardrobe. Hence, her eyes met such a good and beautiful dress she could wear to lure Ethan into her love trap. However, she was not sure about something and she asked Alexa.“Alexa, the dresses in this closet are not originally mine. They were provided by the hotel management. Is it safe to wear them?”“I understand your concern, Isabella, but this hotel room is not just any kind of hotel room; it is a full option that comes with many kinds of unexpected good treatments. For instance, even after you dress up, they provide you with sweet fragrances you can spray on your body, and that will make you smell like damask rose oil. So, to answer your
As she slipped into her car, she didn't wait even a second to press the start button on her car dashboard, and in no more than fifteen minutes, she was already on Ethan Mark Street like a bullet from a gun, swift and unstoppable.Pulling over on the street, closer to the gate, she stepped out of her fancy car and walked to the Ethan Mark luxurious gate. At this moment, she saw that Ethan was in the compound, and right behind him was Mr. Smith, who stretched his hand forward and opened the fancy car back seat for Ethan Mark.At the gate, there were four security guards whose eyes met the beautiful Isabella as if they had just seen an angel standing before them. Her beautiful dress, her beautiful skin, her beautiful heels—everything was crafted into a beautiful figure that made them all swallow their saliva, as if they had just tasted her sweetness.However, if the essence of Isabella’s beauty was more important than the importance of their job, it was a lie, and they quickly snapped ou
"Immediately, Mr. Smith stepped forward and shielded Ethan from any action Isabella would spring into.Seeing what Mr. Smith did, Isabella only smirked like a cat that caught the canary.""What?" she exclaimed. "You think I will hit him?" She said, her voice indicating pain and anger as she stared right into Mr. Smith's eyes and took a step closer to him."Master Mark, please go back into the car; I will handle it from here," said Mr. Smith as he stared right into Isabella's eyes.Ethan, saying nothing, only nodded, and with this, he took a deep breath and took two steps forward in the direction of the car he had stepped out of.But he could only take two steps before Isabella blocked his path again, and as she almost touched him, Mr. Smith came into their midst again. Immediately, without saying anything further, he looked at the guards right at the gate, passing a message like a silent breeze through a forest.Instantly, the guards understood this message, and like a spring of a bul
"Thank you, Miss Lisa, for keeping my daughter safe. Your reward shall be forwarded to you presently," Ethan said as he rose to his feet, still holding Sophia close to him. Miss Lisa promptly bowed once more."Thank you for your generosity, Master Mark. I will take my leave now," she replied, and with that, Ethan smiled at her and nodded in acknowledgment.Hearing and witnessing these events unfold in a matter of moments, Isabella couldn't believe her ears or her eyes."You promised her a reward for looking after your daughter under your orders?" she exclaimed. However, her question went unanswered, as Ethan simply ignored her, treating her as if she were a whisper in a bustling crowd.In response, Isabella rolled her eyes and smirked, revealing her contempt for how Ethan had rewarded the governess.Unfazed by Isabella's reactions, Ethan continued to focus on his daughter, bending down to her level once more. "So, tell me, how was Paris? What are the places you visited?""Daddy, let's
Arriving back at the hotel, the receptionist said, "Welcome back, Mrs. Isabella Rosewood." However, if Isabella were to answer, it would be a lie.All she did was walk hurriedly back to her hotel room and close the door behind herself like a storm, seeking shelter in the safety of its cloud.The thoughts of what had happened earlier came back to her as if she could see them on a wide-screen TV. She sat down on the bed and began to breathe heavily.Hence, she quickly picked up the microscope and walked to the hotel's view, putting the microscope to her eyes to see what had happened at the Ethan Mansion.When she did this, she saw that Ethan was indeed gone from the mansion, and so were his guards. But that didn't mean there were no guards still present in the compound of the mansion, protecting it.Either way, even when Isabella realized that Ethan was not in, she still continued to look hastily."Where are you?" She muttered in the midst of her fast breath."Isabella, if you attempt t
As Alexa had suggested, Isabella left the hotel and gently placed the microscope back on the same table from which she had retrieved it. With measured steps, she walked over to her elegant handbag, where her cellphone rested, and lifted it gingerly like a delicate flower swaying in a gentle breeze.As her fingers caressed the phone screen, she dialed her father's phone number."Ring, ring."Alexander, cloaked in a patchwork of tattered clothing, each piece bearing the wear and tear of countless days on the streets, heard his cellphone ringing from his pocket.He wore a faded, oversized coat with frayed edges that hung loosely on his slender frame, making him appear smaller than he truly was. Under the coat, he layered multiple threadbare sweaters, whose colors faded into muted shades of gray and brown.His pants were ripped and stained, held together by a length of fraying rope in lieu of a belt. His mismatched and scuffed shoes had seen better days, with holes in the soles that allow