ISABELLA POV The morning sun blinds me immediately my eyes pull open, the main door cracks open and Thelma walks in with a tray in her hand. “Thelma” I mutter a slight frown on my face, my eyes move around the room not sensing Dominic, “Where is Dominic?” I ask as she walks to my bedside with the tea, “And when did you start serving me tea so early in the morning?” I frown at her Her smile is bright and wide, filled with a tease, “Mr Dominic told me about your condition, congratulations mam” she smiles widely, grabbing my feet and helping me into my slippers “Woah, is that why I’m getting all this special treatment?” I laugh, my eyes refusing to meet hers and conform to this lie Rachel and I have started. “Drink this, it will help with the morning sickness” She passes me the tea glass, the smell of ginger filtering into my nose. I thank her, drinking as much as I can and playing into the facade. “Do you know when Dominic will be back?” I frown I am sure he is still angry over
ISABELLA POV “My sisters,” he says simply leaning on the door I frown, “Your sisters? That is impossible, they wouldn’t send men to kill their own friend at their own party” I step out of the tub and he is quick to come and help me, shocking me. “I’m fine, I can do it myself” I distance myself from him. What’s the use of accepting his fake kindness due to some pregnancy that doesn’t exist, as soon as we reveal the truth, it will all end, and we can go back to being roommates, pretending to the world that we are in love. “Well I think it’s them, I confronted them earlier this morning and they acted quite suspicious, especially Rachel” he shrugs moving back to the doorway I roll my eyes at that, they are probably more worried he would find out about their nasty fake pregnancy plan they had with Grace and of course, Rachel would be nervous due to her being the pregnant one. “I still think you should investigate further, I don’t think they would go this far to just hurt me” “You
ISABELLA POV “Pregnant for real?” I raise a brow at her, “That is impossible, I can’t stand Dominic and vice versa, we have not even been on the same bed for ages now” I sigh leaning back on the couch Knock….knock. “Mam, the spa ladies are done setting up, they expect you outside soon” Madam Thelma’s voice echoes from behind the door. “I will be right down!!” I yell back, as her footsteps retract. “So what are we going to do now? You either tell Dominic the truth now and save yourself the drama or keep up with this lie and face the consequences later” Bianca sighs plopping down on the couch right next to me. I sigh when I hear my phone ding in my robe. “I think I’m bleeding, or losing the baby,” I read out the message from Rachel, my heart drums in my chest and I stand up immediately “What? What’s wrong?” Bianca raises a brow at me as I rush into the closet pulling out a dress. “It’s Rachel, something is happening, I have to get to her,” I say my voice filled with tension, fe
ISABELLA POV“Bella?” What are you doing here? He calls out and I turn to him, acting in shock as I pull out the earphones.“Well, what are you doing in Rachel’s bedroom in the middle of the day?” Madame DeLuca says her eyes trained on me but slightly moves to Rachel who has pulled out her earphones also.Francesca's frill voice surprised the silence “Will somebody say something? Anything?” Francesca screeches next to me, her eyes blazing with anticipation, her gaze filled with intensity as she waited for my answer.I hesitated, my voice faltering as I struggled to find an answer for them, “Well, I came here to “ I pause gulping my nervousness down, I turn to Rachel, her eyes filled with an expectant gaze, looking at me in anticipation to solve this issue for us. “Rachel needed help with some financial questions regarding the accounts” The lie rolls of my tongue smoothly, but my heart racing hoping they don’t catch in on us.“You know I’m not done with school yet, so I was confused” R
ISABELLA POV“It’s true!!” She exclaims eyes wide with a mix of fear and anxiety, “The paint stained me in the first place and that’s why I had to change” She gulps, her eyes darting to me slightly before returning back to Madam DeLuca “But that looks like blood” Madam DeLuca's eyes flicker nervously between the blood stain and my tainted dress.“I’m fine, I am really” I reassure her with a nod, trying to act as calm as I can, quite the opposite of what I feel, quickly turning to Dominic to diffuse the situation, “You should go, I will be home soon” my fingers hold his in my grasp, our eyes meeting with each other, charged with an intensity I never thought he would feel towards me. But I guess the baby changes everything.He heaves a heavy sigh, his eyes scanning me one last time, his jaw clenched in frustration, “Fine I will go. But you have to be back soon, and a driver will pick you up, it’s not safe for you to drive” he says with a dismissive tone but filled with underlying conce
ISABELLA POV The car comes to a stop in front of a rusty apartment complex, I share a look with Rachel. “With the amount of money our family has, it’s easy to fall in love with the idea of some genuine love” she shrugs, her eyes filled with sadness. “Come on” I place my arm around her shoulder walking into the building, I walk towards the elevator but she stops me. “What?” I turn to her with a frown, confused about why she stopped us, “Don’t tell me you are scared to face him?” I raise a brow at her, about to speak some sense into her. “No, it’s not that” she mutters shyly, looking down at the floor and avoiding my gaze. “Then what?” My fingers raise her face to meet mine, a brow raised in anticipation. She gulps, her eyes moving around the reception, “The elevator is bad, we have to use the stairs” she sighs, her face pink with embarrassment. “Oh your brother will kill this boy” I shake my head with a sigh, so not only did he get her pregnant and abandon her, but he do
ISABELLA POV“Look what the cat dragged in, Home-wrecker” Grace mutters with a sly smile on her face.I roll my eyes, “Maybe you should go somewhere else Grace, the store is wide enough, let me be” I turn my eyes away from her turning back to the racks of clothing.“I can’t leave, I was here first, it was the same thing for Dominic’s life but here you are” She rolls her eyes turning to Rachel, “What are you doing here with this bitch anyway?”“Don’t call her that” Rachel mutters turning her eyes away from her, again trying to avoid any confrontation that would lead to us being found out.“Can you get out please Grace, we don’t have the time for your stupid drama, call up Dominic or something, and then he can cater to your needs” I spit the words out in anger but my voice cracks in sadness, again, if Dominic had some self-respect or some respect for me, he would keep his mistress on a leash but he gave her everything she desired.She was the original, I am only a copy, a trophy wife.
DOMINIC POV “Set up a meeting with the shareholders this month and clear my schedule for the weekends, I will no longer be working through the weekends,” I say my voice deep and stern as I think through my decision. With Isabella’s pregnancy and the recent threats, I need to work from home more, I need to pay more attention to her and maybe try and fix our relationship, the longing looks, the anger, the ignoring game, it needs to stop with the introduction of our child into the world. I sigh heavily, my mind still on the threats, I think back to what my sisters said, although they denied all claims, all the evidence points to them. The times we received letters in the house were always after a public gathering or at a public gathering, nobody but my family could wage such a heavy war on me or Isabella, nobody dared to, I did ask around but there was denial from everyone. I sigh turning to the lump of documents on my table, and my eyes moves to my phone, I was getting updates
ISABELLA POV I watch Rafaelle as his phone rings multiple times after his call with grace but he refuses to pick up the calls I frown still silent as I watch him, after force-feeding me he has barely spoken a word to me. The sunlight from the sun bounces into the cabin, the sound of the waves smashing against the side of the boat, and all I can think about is finding an escape out of here. Rafaelle walks back into the room, how eyes fixed on me, his unwavering gaze makes my skin crawl and I physically want to hurl myself out of the chair I'm tied to. “You know, Bella, Dominic will be married in a few days” he spreads his arm out, his voice low and menancing. “Can you believe it?” he smirks moving closer I roll my teary eyes ignoring his words, I feel a pang of sadness hit me that Dominic might be playing directly into their trap but at the same time, a tinge of hope fills me. “Dominic won’t marry Grace, Rafaelle and we both know it” I grit out finally responding to his
GRACE POV I smile to myself as I leave Francesca’s office, my kitten heels clicking on the marble floor loudly. My eyes move to my phone screen, tapping the stop button as I was recording the entire conversation between Francesca and I Now, all I have to do is alter the recording to ensure that only Francesca is seen in a bad light, and I? The victim. I smile happily to myself as I leave the office, “I need to continue with my next plan of action” I head back to my car, happy that my plan is coming to fruition, it's been months of waiting and planning, and finally, in a few days, I will have everything. I almost jump in the seat of my car as I take the long drive to the shipping docks. “Bianca” I mutter, my lips set in a thin line as I park my car. I walk directly to the caravan where we kept her and the guard eyes me. “Mam, you're here, Miss Francesca didn't inform me you were coming” he lifts a suspicious brow at me I pull out my purse, my fingers clenching the l
GRACE POV “Just a few more days,” I mutter to myself, pacing my new bedroom. Soon, I will be moving to Dominic's room, and nobody will be able to stop me. I sigh heavily, the sun reflecting down on my figure, I could swear Matilda and Dominic were talking about me last night in his bedroom but I could not hear them properly. I was sneaking closer to the room when they caught me, I pause, “I hope he doesn't suspect a thing yet?” I frown. I also can’t believe Dominic has yet to say yes to the wedding, he has been dragging his feet about it while Madam Deluca and I made preparations “I need to get him to agree to this quickly,” I mutter to myself, grabbing my purse. I need to find the man and get an answer from him quickly before our plans are destroyed. My car comes to a halt in front of his office and eyes follow my movement as I walk in. I know many of them have gossiped about me, especially after I released the news of our marriage to the press But I dont care, I'm li
Dominic POV I push the door of my bedroom open and my gaze lands on a sight that I've been dragging myself through for weeks since Bella’s kidnapping I sigh heavily, my eyes scanning the area, bottles of alcohol at the side of the bedroom, Bella’s clothes strewn across the bed where I had dragged them out in anguish, sleeping with the materials for weeks to no end. The balcony doors have been permanently shut close with a board displaying pictures and a list of suspects. My feet carry me to the board, and the feeling in my chest prompts me to reach out towards the table. I've never had a reason to suspect Grace in Bella’s kidnapping. “But maybe I should,” I say to myself, pulling out a picture of her, I turn to the board pinning it right beside Rafaelle. I mean she has motive now that I think about it and with her pushing for the wedding so bad, I have more reason to suspect her. I bit my lip nervously, I don’t know if I should straight up accuse her and then alert her
Bianca POV Just like a deer caught in headlights, Francesca runs towards me just as the elevator door opens behind me I try to run inside to close it but she grips me pulling out her phone. I grab her by the hair as the elevator doors close, shutting us away from Grace and Dominic. I try to fight, grunting slightly as I grab her by the shirt. We tumble on the floor together and she takes power over me, slamming herself against me and pushing my back into the cold metal floor She pulls out a gun from her side making me squeak out in fear “Don’t kill me!!” I yell out my eyes widening in panic. She laughs wiping the sweat from the top of her forehead, “You escaped and played right back into my trap, you are so dumb Bianca” she laughs pulling me to my feet the gun still pointed at my back “You won't get away with this, Dominic will find out, he will see the security footage” I grit out, my hands raised up in surrender She changes the course of the elevator down to the gar
Dominic POV “What are the both of you doing here?” my voice booms across the hallway, my eyes on Grace and Francesca as they whisper between themselves “Dominic!!” Grace sings, practically shouting while Francesca runs towards the elevator My eyes brows shoot up in shock at Francesca suddenly running away at the sight of me Does she think I'm angry about her taking numerous trips without my approval? I roll my eyes at that, I've been so stuck trying to find Bella that I've lost concentration on every other thing. I sigh heavily as my eyes settle on Grace properly, her eyes move between the elevator door and me as she struts towards me Annoyance bubbles in my throat and my gaze finally settles on the dress she's wearing. My eyes narrows at her impending figure, “What the hell are you doing wearing that dress?” I demand, my voice echoing off the walls She pauses looking down at the dress, “uhm, Dom, I saw the dress and thought you would like it” she says quietly her e
Rafaelle POV I stand on the deck of the ship, the wind whipping in my blonde hair. We are back on sea and on our way back to New York, I didn't know where else to go and Francesca gave no direction so this will be the best decision. And if they find Bianca they can easily bring her back to the ship My knuckles turn white as I grip the ship handle tighter, “No more playing by anybody's rules but mine” I mutter to myself I turn around heading below deck. Bella is seated at the head of the table, one hand tied to the chair and the other scrambling her fork across her plate of food. She looks up as I approach and I can see the fear in her eyes, I bite my lip, smiling slightly to reassure her but she looks away from me I sigh, one of the reasons I want to be back in New York is because I want to kill Dominic for myself, I know Francesca wants to do it but it's my revenge and I plan on taking out Dominic for good. Just as I sit down, my phone rings in my pocket. I glance do
Rafaelle POV “I need you to get Bella out of town, take her to a whole other continent I don’t care but get her out of here quickly before Dominic can get any ideas” Francesca rattles off as she walks towards the car quickly “I can't believe these idiots, one minute with her and they let her escape” My heart pounds in my chest as the evening breeze blows across my skin “Maybe if you had not sat down to drink and if you had carried her yourself we wouldn't be in this mess by now!” she yells back her eyes angry Annoyance erupts in my throat, rolling my eyes at her like she is the head of this plan, Like she controls us. I gulp, “Call Grace, I will get Bella out and I will call you when we are safe” I turn my back against her She huffs, entering the car to the private airport where she will take an urgent trip back to town, just incase Bianca heads there. My feet hit the floor quickly and adrenaline flows through my veins as I head inside the room with Bella. She's asleep
Grace POV “Yes, I want the cake to float from the ceiling down to the floor,” I say into the phone already planning the grand wedding I will have. I pace the living room and Maltilda passes by me, a look in her eyes but I don’t care about the flimsy maid, I am going to be Dominic’s wife at last. Now I just have to plan a way to get evidence against Francesca and blackmail her into killing Bella and keeping Dominic alive even though keeping Dominic alive is the last thing she needs. I smile to myself, all this wealth, money, and fame will be all mine, “Maybe I don’t even mind killing Dominic” I shrug looking over the poolside. My phone rings in my hand and I see it's Francesca, “Just the girl I want to talk to” I smirk to myself picking up the call “Are you near Dominic?” she asks her voice harsh but speaking in whispers I roll my eyes, “Nope, I am by the pool, what is it?” I narrow my eyes, “Why do you sound like that?” I reply harshly. “Bianca escaped,” she says and my heart