If nothing made sense to Isabella, it was not the last few words of Ethan. At this moment, her eyes first widened in maximum surprise. Nevertheless, as if she hadn't heard him the first time, she wanted him to repeat what he had just said, like a deer caught in headlights. Her curiosity piqued."What did you say?" Isabella asked."What? Are you deaf now? You couldn't hear me all along." Ethan said, his voice calm yet painful, like a sharp dagger cutting through the silence of the night."I just want to make sure I hear the last few words," Isabella said once more."Move on, Isabella. I already did," Ethan declared once again.She widened her cheeks in the most delicate way that showed her fake smile so obviously, and with this smile, she made a chuckling sound.She paced to and fro around the table, and afterwards, she placed her hands on the table."You did what, Ethan?" she asked again, as if she could not seem to comprehend what Ethan had said before."You dare not, Ethan! You **in
The loud gunshot, like a thunderclap in the still night, was so deafening that Isabella knew she could be in trouble if she stayed. The sound had likely attracted the police and the press to the scene like moths drawn to a flame."Sh*t, f**king sh*t!" she exclaimed, then opened her car door, slipped inside, and sped away at a high speed."What did I just do? What the f**k did I just do?" she muttered, her words echoing like haunting whispers in the night."F**k!" she exclaimed again, scrathed one of her hands into her hair, and also, with the same strength, flung the pistol in her hand to the back seat of the car as she continued driving to the back of the car."I just f**king ruined everything. I just f**king ruined everything. F**k me!" She yelled loudly, and saliva sprayed from her mouth like a sudden rain of droplets."Who is that f**king woman he moved on with? Does he love her more than he used to love me?" She seethed, her jealousy burning like a wildfire in her heart.The fact
Arriving back in her hotel room, Isabella's face remained as rigid as a stone-carved mask. Her eyes were reddish, like smoldering embers in the dark, and her breathing was loud and hard, resembling a distant thunderstorm approaching."How dare he?" She muttered, pacing up and down in her hotel room, her hand to her jaw like a sculptor contemplating a stubborn piece of stone, chiseling away at her thoughts."How can he move on so soon? Am I just a piece of garbage to him?" Her voice grew louder than before, matching the volume of her thoughts."Alexa!" she called suddenly, and a chime sounded from her handbag. Plunging her hand into her fancy handbag, she retrieved her phone and placed it on the table like a magician unveiling a prized rabbit from a velvet hat."Yes, Isabella. How can I help you?" Alexa asked as if she had no idea about all that happened to Isabella at Ethan Mark's gate driveway."How can you help me? How dare you ask me such a question?" Isabella yelled like thunder,
The next day came like a bolt from the blue, and Isabella was already prepared for the day. Unlike the other days, she went into the bathroom and checked the closet for a very nice dress that could lure Ethan Mark into her love trap. This time around, there was a difference, and the only similarity was Isabella going into the bathroom for a bath.Instead of a nice dress, she dressed in all black from head to toe, like a shadow in the night. In this vein, she wore a fitted black turtleneck, sleek black pants, and soft-soled black boots that made no sound as she moved. Hence, she used a black knit cap to conceal her hair, and she even donned black gloves to remain unnoticed in the darkness. "How do I look, Alexa?" Isabella asked suddenly as she checked herself out in the mirror."You look indeed prepared for this plan, Isabella, and I admire that. You've adorned yourself in an all-black turtleneck, pants, and boots that move in silence. However, the black gloves are unnecessary," Alexa
"You are right, Isabella. The house you are staring at rightly belongs to Emily Collins, and there are two luxurious cars in her driveway. One is a sleek Mercedes-Benz S-Class, a symbol of elegance and sophistication, with a starting price of around $90,000. The other is a stunning Rolls-Royce Phantom, radiating opulence and luxury, with a significantly higher price tag, typically exceeding $700,000. These cars are a testament to affluence and wealth. However, with Emily's earnings, she cannot afford the Rolls-Royce Phantom for herself," Alexa said. "Exactly, that's what I'm saying. Who do you think owns that car, Alexa? Can you find information about it?" "Certainly, Isabella, I can look up her purchase history and see if she owns the car for herself or if the car belongs to someone else," Alexa said, and immediately, a chime sound occurred. In less than ten seconds, Alexa's voice spoke again. "I looked up her purchase history for the past four years, and there is no record of her
Regarding what she saw, the man was wearing a charcoal-gray suit that draped flawlessly over his tall frame, accentuating his commanding presence. The suit jacket featured a subtle pinstripe pattern, adding a touch of refinement to his ensemble. Under it, he sported a pristine white dress shirt, buttoned up to the collar and meticulously tucked into his trousers.Similarly, Isabella noticed that the man wore a deep burgundy tie, expertly knotted, providing a striking contrast to the monochromatic base. The tie was adorned with a subtle, intricate pattern that hinted at his attention to detail. His trousers were crisply creased, falling elegantly over polished black dress shoes that gleamed, reflecting the soft ambient light in the room.“Not a wrinkle or imperfection marred his appearance. This shows he is someone of importance, but why can't I see his face?” Isabella muttered suddenly.However, despite her muttering, there was no response from anywhere, not even from Alexa.So, she m
For more than an hour, Isabella waited in her car without the microscope in her eyes, akin to a patient predator stalking its unsuspecting prey, anticipating the perfect moment when Ethan would leave his new girlfriend's house. However, this didn't mean that Isabella was waiting to confront him. She was simply observing the woman, as Alexa and she had planned, similar to a silent observer in the shadows, gathering crucial information before making a move. "Are you sure you're in the right mental state to proceed with this plan? We can always come back tomorrow and" "No, I'm fine," Isabella interrupted Alexa suddenly, like a resolute soldier dismissing any doubt about her readiness for the mission. "After all, I don't really love him. I just want to use him, divorce him, and get half of his wealth," Isabella continued immediately, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade, revealing her cold determination. "On the contrary, I think you do love him. If you can't bear to se
Rightly, as Ethan and Mr. Smith had left, Isabella saw how Emily had gone back into the house. But the fact that she did not soon come out of it was a lie. At that moment, Isabella saw how she slipped into her car, reversing out of her car park slowly like a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves. "She is heading out," Isabella said at once. "Where is she going?" she muttered again. "What should we do?" Isabella asked continuously. "Isabella, you can see clearly that Emily, the one who is now dating your ex-husband, held a basket in her hand before she slipped into her car. A car that Ethan Mark had just bought for her. Where do you think she is going?"Alexa asked like a teacher who was asking a child a tough question, never expecting her to know the answer to the question. But if Isabella knew, the response to that was a lie. Like a student who wracked her head for the answer to a question her teacher asked her and failed, Isabella wracked her head for the answer to Alexa's q