NICHOLAS POV I hate weddings. Hate is an understatement. Wedding, a day to celebrate the supposed love of the bride and groom but it's just a cliche excuse for people to drink alcohol and get free foods, all while pretending to give a fuck about the couple. They don't. Everyone present only came to satisfy their curiosity on how lavishing and extraordinary Nicholas Montgomery's wedding would be. As I stood at the alter, the scrutinizing gaze of the committee members dug a hole into my face and all I prayed was for this whole damn thing to be over so I can get on with my life. The door of the church opened, drawing the attention of everyone to the a certain angel that entered. Isabella. The moment my eyes landed on her, walking down the aisle to me, every thought I had disappeared. The world around me seem to also disappeared as all my focus went to her. She was the embodiment of beauty, elegance and grace. Her smile, as dazzling as the glittering crystals that decorated her gown ma
ISABELLA'S POV I sat across Nicholas at the dinning table where an array of delicacies was spread out before us. The tantalising aroma wafted through the air, yet my appetite was nowhere to be found."Ezekiel has a report on Daniel's recent activities," Nicholas voice cut through the silence. My gaze shot up to meet his. Ezekiel was the private investigator Nicholas had hired for me. Without another word, Nicholas slid a file across the table. I reached for it hesitantly, flipping it open. and my eyes widened when I saw pictures of Daniel entering... "Club Vertigo?! What the fuck is he doing there?"Club vertigo- It wasn't just a night club but where Drug Lords and corrupt politicians who are involved in any form of illegal business, gather to enjoy themselves. It was known for its dark and twisted reputation. Trafficking of young girls, abuse of illegal substance, gang fighting and so many other disgusting things. The police turned a blind eye, paralysed by fear of being a target
ISABELLA'S POV It took Nicholas only one day to secure VIP access to Club Vertigo. They say money talks louder than words. Not really but in Club Vertigo, that saying couldn't be more accurate. A few million slapped on the table was all it took for Nicholas to be ranked as a VIP and for me to sneak in as one of the sex workers. Our identities were carefully concealed.As I stared at my reflection in the changing room mirror, I barely recognised the woman looking back at me. The heavy makeup transformed my face, while icy blue contact lenses and a blonde wig completed the disguise. I was dressed in nothing but a sheer lingerie set paired with a short skirt that stopped right above my ass, barely covering anything. My hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and faux piercings adorned my lips and nose for the final touch.The woman in the mirror was a far cry from the person I truly was—but tonight, that didn’t matter.The thought of allowing Daniel to run his hands through my body made
ISABELLA'S POV Calm down, Isabella. You can do this."Will you make it worth it?" I asked, letting my voice drip with seduction as I bit my lip. His pupils dilated instantly, his excitement disgusting."How about I help you take it off?" I added, letting my fingers toy with the buttons of his shirt.“Anything you want, baby,” he murmured, leaning into my touch."So, what's your name?" He asked as I unfastened the first button."Selena" I smiled "What's yours?"“Damian,” he lied smoothly, taking a gulp of his drink. "Selena, has anyone told you how sexy your voice is?" He asked "I'm imagining how melodic it will sound while you're moaning my name"Disgust burned through me. This bastard. Was Christabella aware that her beloved husband was nothing more than a cheating pig? Well, I'm not even surprised.With his shirt undone, I ran my hand down his chest, suppressing the bile rising in my throat when he groaned under my touch."You’re so ripped, Damian,” I murmured, my hand stopping jus
NICHOLAS POV I Will Murder Daniel West. There are countless reasons why, but none are more infuriating than the fact that he dared to touch my wife.The plan was simple: Isabella would lure Daniel into confessing his secret by pretending to be a sex worker, with a hidden camera recording the entire thing. Meanwhile, I, posing as a VIP member, would infiltrate the club and plant small cameras everywhere.I had been against Isabella getting involved but that stubborn woman didn't even bat an eye when I tried explaining to her the huge risk involved. A lot of things could go wrong. What if she wasn’t assigned to Daniel? What if she ended up with some other despicable bastard instead?What would happen if she had to grind against these men, kiss them, just like every other sex worker here? What if any of these bastards tried to touch her or fuck her? No, rather, the real question was, what will I do if any of that happens? When the mere thought of it already twisted something dark insid
ISABELLA'S POV I froze the moment Nicholas pulled me against him, my chest colliding with his head frame. The heat the body seeped into mine, the familiar scent of him- ambergris and vetiver, wrapped around me and made relief wash over me. I tilted my head to meet his gaze and my breath hitched. Even behind the half mask, his eyes blazed with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs. "Mr. Montgomery?" I whispered. His jaw clenched and his hands tightened around my waist. "Did you enjoy it?" His question made me blink in confusion. "What?""Did you enjoy him touching you?" His nostrils flared in disgust. I frowned "What are talking about, Mr. Montgomery? I was...""You were doing what?" he cut me off. "Letting another man touch you? Letting him put his filthy hands on you?" he glared. "It was part of the plan..." The words got stuck in my throat when his fingers trailed up my spine sending goosebumps down my skin. "Does the plan include you grinding against him, huh?" he h
NICHOLAS POV I Touched Something Forbidden.Something that should have never been mine to claim. I tasted sin. The kind of sin that rips apart every ounce of restrain I've spent years building, the type that drags you deeper into an abyss you wouldn't want to climb out. And who could have known that sin would taste so goddamn intoxicating, like heaven wrapped in hell. The cold water poured over my head, drenching my hair and running down my tensed body as I stood under the shower. I leaned against the cold tiles, bracing my palms against the wall as my head dipped forward. My breath came out shallow and ragged, the heat burning inside me refusing to cool despite the torrent of water cascading over me. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop the memory but the image came playing vivid in my head. The way her lips had felt under my thumb was soft and swollen. And her body, Jesus Christ, her body... I groaned, my fingers curling into fits as memories of her body burned into me like a brand.
CHRISTABELLA'S POV By the time the shoot was over and I was done for the day, it was dawn. I grabbed my phone and headed straight to my car with my assistant trailing behind me. I dialed Daniel's number. It rang several times but he didn't pick up. Not the second, third, fourth, fifth, or even seventh time. My frustration grew but I managed to keep a smiling face, even though the corners of my mouth felt like they would snap under my skin. By the time I arrived home, my blood was boiling. I still couldn't reach Daniel. My housekeeper, whatever her name was, greeted me at the door. "Welcome, Madam. What would you like to have for dinner?""Just make something light" I snapped curtly. I retreated to my room, slipped out of my designer clothes into a silk robe, and plunged into my bed. I rubbed my temples, my head pounding out of frustration. A knock came a moment later, and the housekeeper entered with my food. I barely tasted it, my thoughts still consumed by that video, by the auda
The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. I stretched lazily in bed, savoring the warmth of the covers and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. Somewhere down the hallway, faint bursts of laughter echoed—a sound that filled my heart in ways I could never fully explain.“Mommy!” a sweet, high-pitched voice broke through the tranquility.I turned just in time to see a small blur of auburn curls barreling toward me. My daughter, Chloe, climbed onto the bed with a delighted giggle, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “Mommy, Daddy’s being silly again!”Hot on her heels was her twin brother, Caleb. He shared her curls but had Nicholas’s sharp, gray eyes—the kind that seemed to see through everything. He scrambled up beside her, his grin so wide it threatened to split his face. “Mommy, Daddy said we could have pancakes with chocolate chips today!”My heart swelled as I pulled them both into my arms
ISABELLA'S POV"Now!"Nicholas' voice rang out cutting through the tension like a lifeline. Before I could process what was happening, his arms were around me, pulling me into the safety of his embrace.The gun Daniel was holding clattered to the floor as Nicholas's men, who had been pretending to work for Daniel, lunged forward. Their movements were swift like they’d been waiting for this exact moment. They tackled Daniel to the ground, pinning him there as he roared in frustration, his curses echoing through the room.Victor, always the snake, was quicker to react. His sharp eyes darted to the pile of documents he’d gathered, and in one smooth motion, he scooped them up and tried to flee from the scene until uniformed officers emerged from the shadows, guns drawn, their commanding voices booming.“Hands in the air! Drop the documents and get on the ground!”Victor froze mid-step, his face contorted with fury as he realized there was no escape. His gaze darted around, desperate for an
ISABELLA'S POV The rough hands dragged me forward, my shoes scraping against the jagged rocks. My heart thundered in my chest as I caught sight of the open expanse before me—a cliff, rocky and treacherous, with nothing but empty air beyond its edge. The chilling sound of the wind howling against the cliffs made me shudder.Then I saw him.Nicholas.He was standing at the other end of the cliff. Relief crashed into me like a wave, and tears immediately welled in my eyes."Nicholas!” I cried, my voice breaking as I tried to rush toward him but the cold barrel of a gun pressed against my temple stopped me in my tracks."Ah, ah, ah," Daniel's voice came. "Not so fast, Isabella."My breath hitched. Nicholas yelled from the other side of the cliff.“Isabella, stay where you are! Don’t move!”I froze, looking to him for reassurance.But then I took in our surroundings. There was no one else here—no police, no backup, just Nicholas on one side and Daniel, Victor, two of Daniel’s men, and me
NICHOLAS POV "Explain to me what the fuck you mean by you didn’t come back with my wife?!” My voice thundered loudly. I stared down the group of bodyguards standing in my office, their heads bowed in shame. “Your only job was to protect her. To make sure she was safe. And now you’re standing here—without her!”"Where the fuck is my wife?!" I roared, fury blinding every bit of reasoning.The lead guard flinched but managed to stammer, “Sir, we—there was a commotion. We tried to—”“Tried?” I slammed my fist onto the desk, making it shudder under the force. “You tried? Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with? Who you were supposed to protect?!” My mind was spiraling into chaos, painting horrifying images of what could be happening to Isabella. Was she hurt? Was she terrified? My stomach churned at the thought of her crying out for me, needing me, and I wasn’t there.I pointed at one of my men, my finger trembling with rage. “Lock them up,” I barked “I don’t care how you do it. Ho
ISABELLA'S POV The grand ballroom buzzed with polite conversation, the soft clinking of glasses, and the occasional hum of excitement as bidders raised their paddles. The silent auction had brought together an array of high-profile attendees, from CEOs to philanthropists, each trying to outshine the other with their charitable contributions. I, on the other hand, didn't care much.Life has been good—better than I had ever expected after Daniel was no longer a part of it. My law firm was now soaring to unimaginable heights. Cases came pouring in and with every victory on my part, my reputation as the greatest lawyer only grew stronger.It felt surreal sometimes, standing here in my designer gown, exchanging pleasantries with people who once doubted me, envied me, or outright hated me. Yet here I was, proving them all wrong.I glanced at my phone, briefly wondering what Nicholas was up to. The thought brought a small smile to my lips. He’d encouraged me to attend this event, insistin
ISABELLA'S POV The moment I stepped into Starlight Haven, I was struck by how different it felt. The familiar lobby, usually bustling with quiet elegance, was now glowing with a soft, romantic light. Flowers—white lilies and lavender roses—and pictures of me, lined the path ahead, their fragrance mingling with the faint scent of candles. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes followed the illuminated trail leading toward the rooftop.I took a deep breath, gripping my clutch tightly as I ascended the staircase. Each step seemed to echo in the quiet, heightening the anticipation swirling in my chest. When I reached the top, I paused.The rooftop garden has been transformed into something out of a dream. Strings of twinkling lights crisscross above, casting a magical glow over the space. An orchestra was nestled in one corner, their instruments gleaming as they played a soft, familiar melody. The music seemed to wrap around me, pulling me forward.And then I saw him.Nicholas stood at the
DANIEL'S POV The guard’s voice grated against my ears as he approached my cell. “West, you’ve got a visitor.”A visitor? My heart skipped, but not from joy. Who could it be?Christabella’s face flashed in my mind and I beamed at the thought. Maybe she couldn’t resist the pull that bonded us together. Maybe, just maybe, she had come crawling back, realizing she still needed me. After all, she's head over heels for me.I rose to my feet, ignoring the ache in my bruised ribs, and followed the guard out of the cell block. My steps quickened as the thought of Christabella visiting me filled my mind.But as I stepped into the visitor's room and caught sight of the man waiting on the other side of the thick glass, my blood ran cold.Victor.That smug bastard sat there, his posture relaxed, his hands folded neatly on the table as if he owned the place. Rage bubbled up inside me.“You son of a bitch!” I roared, slamming my fists against the partition between us. The sound reverberated through
ISABELLA'S POV I opened the door to find Christabella standing there, her expression a mix of nervousness and hope. She looked different—less polished, less poised. Her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and she clutched a small wicker basket in her hands like it was her lifeline. “Hi,” she said softly, offering a nervous smile.I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes. “What are you doing here, Christabella? What do you want?”She hesitated, shifting on her feet before holding the basket out to me. “I, uh... I brought this for you.”I glanced at the basket and back at her, my brow arching skeptically. “A basket of what?”Her chuckle was uneasy “Dark chocolate with raspberry. I remember it was your favorite when we were kids, so I thought...you know, it’d be a nice gift.”I couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that escaped me. “So you just came here to hand me some chocolate? What are we, five?”Her smile faltered, and her gaze dropped to the ground. She bit her lip, her grip tighten
ISABELLA'S POV Six Months LaterSunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, painting soft golden patterns across the room. The sound of birds chirping outside drifted in with the warm morning breeze. I blinked against the brightness, slowly stretching beneath the covers.It's been half a year since I woke up from surgery, since I felt Nicholas’s hand on mine and heard him whispered my name like I was his entire world. Since I realized that, despite everything, I was still alive.And not just alive. Thriving.I pushed the blankets off and stepped toward the window, my movements no longer hesitant or weak. The first few weeks after the transplant had been grueling. My body had fought against exhaustion, against pain, against the overwhelming weight of recovering.But Nicholas had been there for all of it. Every doctor’s appointment. Every sleepless night. Every moment of doubt when I thought I wouldn’t make it.Now, my reflection in the glass wasn't of a fragile woman barely holding