Novel-novel oleh Lesti

Isabella's POVI promised I wasn't going to do anything stupid. But I guess breaking into my ex-husband's house to retrieve what rightfully belongs to me doesn't count as stupidity. If Martin didn't think twice to steal from me, I shouldn't hesitate to take back what's mine. I wasn't going to let it slide–No, not this time. I didn't care if it made me reckless or foolish. I wasn't going to leave it. I will drag it out even if there's just one left. I clenched my jaw, trying to hold back the anger that was swelling inside of me as I got to the house. The place was quiet… too quiet than usual. Martin's car was not parked in the driveway. Great–I could search the place without having to deal with him, his lies or his little side piece getting in my way. I slipped inside and went straight for the studio, my heart racing as I opened the door. The doors were not locked. Typical Martin. The scent in the room hit me first The old oil paint.Faint but still lingering in the air. Memo

Adrian's POV I sat behind my desk, my eyes darting to the clock almost every second waiting impatiently for Lucas to check in again. He was late. Too late.Then the phone rang. I snatched it up without checking the ID, expecting to hear Lucas’ voice at the other end. “Yes?” A pause, and then a familiar, soft voice layered with disappointment filtered through the speaker “Adrian, you’ve decided not to pick up my calls anymore?" My Dad asked, his voice laced with disappointment Guilt hit me like a delayed punch “No Daddy, I've been busy with…”“Work,” he added, his tone edged with frustration. “Work, work, always work. When are you going to focus on yourself, get married, and give me a grandchild? You know I'm not getting any younger. You are my only son. I don't even know....he paused his voice shaking “Daddy,” I said quickly before leaning back into the chair. “Don't talk about that. You know everything I do is for us.”“I know, Adrian, but I'm just saying you never really kno

A deep sigh escaped my lips the moment I sat on the bed as though I had been forcing myself to stay composed for a long time. My mind was clouded with thoughts of Martin's betrayal and Adrian's proposal.A sharp vibration against the nightstand startled me. My phone… I had left it here last night before going to the pub. Selena's name flashing on the screen. “Selena?” I hesitated before answering “Oh my God Isabella, Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you all night.” Her voice was mixed with worry and relief “I'm sorry I was caught up with…uhh.. something.” I answered hesitantly. “But when did you arrive?” “ I got back last night. And you won't believe who I met !” “Who?”“Your husband, Martin and guess who I saw him with…”“Sophia…” I didn’t need to guess that “Exactly. But do you know what's worse? I thought Martin said he couldn't stand her. But what I saw last night said something else. They looked cozy. Martin had thrown her an extravagant surprise party, and do

My head throbbed as I forced my eyes open. My vision did not make sense of where I was. I found myself in a room that looked new. The bed beneath me was more comfortable, much bigger and more luxurious — far beyond the room I had booked. Before I could fully grasp my surroundings, a deep, commanding voice cut through my thoughts “Hey, you're awake already?” The unexpected sound startled me, causing my heart to race. I turned my head toward the voice and was stunned by the man that stood in front of me–a tall man with broad shoulders who looked to be in late thirties. He wore a well tailored suit, an unmistakable testament of his affluence. I looked back at myself on the bed, confusion swirling all over me.“ Who are you? And where am I?” “You got drunk last night,” he answered, his voice steady. “I figured bringing you in here to help was the best thing to do.” he spoke with an air of nonchalance, as if he could read my mind on the questions swirling in there and was ready to an

I didn't realize how much time had passed as I stepped out of the house. The thick night clouds hovered over the sky, and the cold air brushed against my skin. I was finally leaving this house for good. This house, once the place where I dreamed of building my forever, was now a place where I had endured the worst betrayals.Even though it held a lot of great memories, it also held the worst days of my life. I wanted to put everything behind me. I didn't have any concrete plan of what I was going to do. Perhaps I could find a job. That is if Martin doesn't try to sabotage that.I took a deep breath as I hopped into the car. Silent tears traced down my cheeks as the weight of Martin's betrayal and my decision pressed heavily on my chest. I had only been smart enough to save some money within the two years of my marriage to Martin. Only enough to last a few weeks and with that I could afford to stay in a hotel for a while before securing a job. The hotel wasn't much. It was a modes

My sheets were soaked with tears as I woke up. Yesterday's events fought its way back into my memory, making me feel every emotion that I felt all over again. A part of me hoped and prayed everything had been just a nightmare. Taking a deep breath, I swing my legs to the side of the bed, summoning the courage to face the day. Then, the truth dawned on me. After our wedding, Martin never agreed to us sharing a bed. He only came to me when his desires demanded fulfillment and had always made me believe in the narrative that it was an unbreakable rule in the Lancaster Family, which he was compelled to obey. It only made sense to me now — Maybe I had been foolish for seeing all this and still believed his lies. It was never about rules– It was about him not wanting me. It was about me being nothing more than a game to him. Shoving the pain aside, I slipped into something comfortable and headed down to the kitchen. As I descended the staircase, my gaze fell on an envelope that was sitt