Referring to Isabella as a fool was akin to staring a predator in the face and spitting at it, daring it to act, and as a result, Isabella did not take this lightly. Quickly, she thrust her legs forward, closing the distance between Emily and herself. Without a moment's hesitation, Isabella struck her in the face with the back of her hand. "Smack." This had a significant effect on Emily. Her cheek turned as red as a ripe tomato in the heat of summer. However, if this meant that Emily stopped laughing, it was a falsehood. "You've been spying on me for the past five days. Do you think we don't know?" Emily stated it immediately, her words still wrapped in the cocoon of her laughter. "We know, and we decided to play along. And we were prepared for you, you bi*ch," Emily said. The use of "we" in her words made Isabella wander in the desert of her own thoughts, and she couldn't help but ask a question. "Who is 'we'?" "Who else?" Emily burst into another episode of laughter at this mom
"And this is Rebecca Johnson reporting live from Global Network News. Mary, how are things over there?" Everything that had happened, including the reasons for Isabella Rosewood's arrest by the police, had been reported live on all TV channels, and Global Network News was no exception. Furthermore, they had invited Victorial Sinclair to be interviewed about her thoughts on the whole scenario. *** "Mrs. Victorial Sinclair, what do you think about all these happenings?" "Thank you, Miss Mary. There is a lot I think about in this scenario. However, does what I think matter? The deed has already been done, and we can only see what happens from here." "You are right, Mrs. Victorial Sinclair. However, Isabella Rosewood is your daughter. I know that at some point you divorced her father. I mean, the last time you were here, you categorically stated that fact. But now, with your daughter finding herself in what I would call hot water, the public really wants to know what you think. So, wh
Alexander Rosewood saw everything broadcast live from Global Network News, but the fact that he saw it from the comfort of his home was a lie. On the street, he continued to live, and from the billboard, he watched the whole news, which included an interview with his ex-wife.Without delay, he wanted to be very sure, as his heart began to race like a thoroughbred at the starting gate."Hi there, sorry I missed your call. My phone is currently unreachable, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Is there something urgent you need? Say it after this voice," Mr. Alexander heard for the third time as he called Isabella's phone."Damn!" he exclaimed immediately. Then he picked up his phone again and placed a call. However, if he was calling Isabella this time, it was another lie."We will have to suspend that. The cat has been caught and will be sent to jail. I have another mission for you. Don't worry about the money; I will pay in a little time. Isabella Rosewood, get her out of there
After reading the letter, Isabella raised her head with a brighter hope on her face, closed her eyes, and let out a heavy sigh. "I am ready," she exclaimed, and then opened her eyes again. What she saw was the officer before her placing his finger on his mouth and making a shushing sound. "Shhh..." Without any further words, Isabella understood what he meant, and she nodded, listening as the officer whispered, "Bring your hands; I am cuffing you again." Like an obedient child who listens, Isabella extended her hands to the officer and watched as he cuffed her as he said. "Walk in that direction and never look back," the officer said once again, and immediately Isabella began to walk, obeying the instruction of the officer. This path led out of the small room where Isabella had read the letter from her father. It was a dimly lit corridor, one of many branching off the small, windowless room. The corridor stretched out before her, lined with peeling paint and flickering overhead lig
As they reached the vehicle parked in the direction of the hills, she saw that it was a sleek, midnight blue sedan. She also noticed that the exterior of the car gleamed under the moonlight, reflecting the twinkling stars above. Suddenly, as she continued to stare at the car, she heard the officer say, “Undress and put this on.” Upon hearing that, Isabella, of course, without needing to be told, understood why she had to undress and change into new clothes. Clearly, her dress was a representation of confinement, designed for practicality rather than style. It was described as shapeless, with a dull gray color, short sleeves, and a modest hem that reached just below the knees. The fabric was coarse and uncomfortable against her skin, serving as a constant reminder of her imprisonment. However, for the officer to undress right in front of Isabella was a shocking revelation to her, and she immediately asked, "You are not an officer?" “I never said I was. In fact, I said I was sent by
"As they drove at a fast speed on the offroad, they soon reached a flowing river that was neither wide nor deep at all. The bottom of the river could be seen even as they got down from the vehicle. However, if Isabella was ready for what was about to happen, it was a lie.“We have to ditch this vehicle and go on,” Mr. X said suddenly.Hence, without hearing what Isabella wanted to say, he opened the car door and stepped his feet out of the car. In the same manner, as Isabella realized that Mr. X, instead of listening to her, got out of the car and closed the car door, she got out as well, and at the top of her voice, yet calmly, she said,“How do we go on if we have to ditch this vehicle? The road should still be too far from here. We absolutely cannot go that far on foot.”It did not matter if Isabella spoke loudly or not. Mr. X only walked towards the flowing river, bent down, and gently placed his hand into it.“This is a flowing river, and it leads down to the pitch. This should b
As her eyes remained closed, when she least expected it, she suddenly felt Mr. X's hand push her from behind, and she immediately fell off the cliff into the waterfall.As Mr. X pushed Isabella off the cliff, an overwhelming rush of emotions engulfed her. In that split second of her fall, she felt a heart-pounding mix of fear, exhilaration, and weightlessness. Immediately, she opened her eyes and saw that the wind whistled in her ears, and the world around her blurred into a chaotic whirl.Also, the notion that she did not open her mouth in the loudest scream was a lie. Like a silent betrayal of the fear and exhilaration that coursed through her, she screamed like a child who stared at death in the face, and she knew there was no way she was going to make it out of the deep waters alive.Suddenly, she plunged into the deep water beneath the cliff she had been pushed from, and the whole thing transformed from a turbulent fall into a disorienting immersion. The shock of the cold water s
With these quad bikes, Isabella and Mr. X arrived at Eldridge at Ethan Mark's mansion. Consequently, if anyone recognized them, it would be a lie. While they remained on the bikes, they wore their helmets, preventing anyone from recognizing them, especially Isabella. "This street looks exactly the same as when I left it," Isabella said as they remained seated on the quad bikes, gazing at Ethan Mark's mansion. "What's the plan, Mr. X?" Isabella turned to Mr. X and asked suddenly. "Nothing. We wait. We must understand their routine and determine the perfect time to strike," Mr. X said immediately. "I did this before, and it's what led me to prison," Isabella said, chuckling in dissatisfaction about the plan Mr. X had. "You were caught because you didn't act smart. You kidnapped your victim and left her phone in the trunk. How else was she able to contact Ethan and reveal your location until you were caught?" "That's not true!" Isabella said immediately. She then suddenly paused. At