Isabel blinked a few times as she looked at the place in front of her. "Viso, what are we doing here?" She asked slowly, her cheeks turned as red as tomatoes. It's been Three days since they got married, there had not been a moment when she was normal or confident like before. She had been blushing ever since her wedding night because her husband had been doing naughty and kinky things to her which she never ever imagined. After their wedding night, she was sore but He didn't leave her alone. He was obsessed with her, her body but when Isabel asked him to let her rest He listened to her but still never left any skin contact with her. Though He didn't do sex after that whole night but He taught her things like how to cuddle without clothes, shower together, eat breakfast naked and so much more. Isabel could say He was a shameless gentleman with all the things He had done to her in the last three days. But this was something she didn't expect from him. She didn't know how to react to
"I think you don't want to know the name of your father's killer, Miss Ruiz."That deep voice broke the numbness that appeared in Isabel's mind. She clutched her phone tightly in her hand, "Who are you?" Isabel demanded the man. She wanted to know who this man was and from where He suddenly appeared. Is he Patrick? The owner of the club she was sold into? But where did he get her number from? Raw fear grabbed her heart as she recalled the mafia boss was still after her. "Is it important for you to know Who I am, Isabel?" The man asked as he once again broke her thoughts. "It is! I don't trust every random caller, Mr," Isabel said shortly. "I am trying to help you, Miss Ruiz and you are being rude to me."“I have been looking for my father's culprit for years but found nothing and out of the blue I receive your call. I find your help hard to digest, Mr. And if you are really interested in helping me then tell me your identity and prove that you really know something!" Isabel bit her
Isabel smiled seeing her husband sleeping beside her. After they returned home, they had dinner together and Viso put her in his arms without saying anything. The peace Isabel felt in his arms after the phone call, the lovemaking after understanding each other without saying anything was also needed for both of them that moment. The euphoria her husband gave her calmed her tired mind. But while Viso slept peacefully, Isabel couldn't do the same. Her mind was still on the phone call and the pictures Devin sent her. She couldn't believe those photos but the doubt was still lurking in her mind after seeing the second photo. Isabel sighed as she picked her phone and once again opened the picture. You can't do that Papa. You can't, she thought as she kept staring at the picture but turned her attention to Viso when He moaned in his sleep. She quickly closed her phone, rested it on the nightstand and turned to her husband who was sweating badly while turning and tossing on the bed. He
"Yes I am back from Switzerland, Leena and I enjoyed there, a lot. I can't tell you how lucky I am to have Viso in my life," Isabel said as she looked at the rising sun in the sky. Viso didn't come home last night and she was also lost in her thoughts regarding her father these days. She forced herself to work on Viso's suit designs the whole night but when she couldn't do it anymore She called Helena the moment her watch clicked at six am. She knew Helena's night shift ended at this time. But Helena sounded sleepy when she picked her call. "Wasn't it your night shift today?" Isabel asked, confused. "It was, I came home early. Now stop talking about me, I would have called you today but now that you have called already, tell me how was your honeymoon? And your husband?" Helena asked, her voice turned excited which brought a smile to Isabel's face too. "Leena, You have no idea how considerate he is of my comfort, He is really a gentleman," She smiled, telling her friend about the li
Isabel sighed seeing her husband working till late night after He came home today. He didn't have breakfast with her like they usually used to do before marriage. He came and went to his office directly without even greeting his wife. The sudden change in his character confused Isabel. He was not like this before, she got worried thinking He might have some business problems and so she followed him but Titus stopped her from entering the office. "Capo is busy on some urgent work. He asked not to disturb him, Miss Rui… Mrs D’angelo."Isabel sighed as she looked at the office door with a longing. She dressed up nicely, cooked breakfast for him. She wanted to spend time with him but He was busy. Isabel understood, He had a big empire to handle and the wedding and honeymoon kept him away from work for too long but still, He could at least have breakfast with her.Swallowing the hurt, she looked at Titus. "Did he have breakfast?" Titus nodded. "He ate in Rome.""But that must have been
"Cara, Stop acting as if you are sleeping and come here," Viso said as He finally came to his bedroom. It was late at night and He needed her body to end this annoyance He had been feeling for the last twenty-four hours. Isabel bit her lip hard from inside to stop herself from crying. She was still scared of how meanly He behaved with her. "Isabel?" Viso laid beside her and tried to pull her to him but she refused to move from her place. Viso was losing his patience. "Isabel, I need you. Come here," He once again said, jerking her arm lightly. Angry Tears welled in Isabel’s eyes.She approached him because she was worried for him and He scared her, became violent with her and now that she was giving him his space and peace, He needed her? What did He think of himself? "Isabel!" Viso pulled her to him angrily, making her gasp as she turned to him. His eyes sharpened seeing the tears in her eyes and squeezed his eyes tightly. "You are crying again!" He gritted out. "How many times
"You can do it, Isabel," She whispered to herself as she went to their bedroom for a shower. She planned to give him a nice breakfast but then decided against it. This time she would try something else. Something bold and out of her comfort zone. Taking a deep breath she opened the door and walked inside but Viso was not in the bed. Her plan to lay down next to him silently and to wake him with a good morning kiss failed. But then she heard the sound of a running shower and understood that her husband was in the bathroom. Isabel's heart flipped and anxiety took over when an idea popped into her mind. But was she daring enough to do that? She asked herself and the answer came out in a NO still she decided to overcome her anxiety and do what she was thinking. Taking courageous and determined steps she opened the bathroom door and entered, slowly making sure not to make a sound. Her husband was standing under the hot shower with his hands on either side of the shower cubicle. Isabel ey
Isabel forgot to blink, she kept staring at the screen of her phone where a man was fighting with her father mercilessly. Her father tried to fight back but he was no match to that man's strength. Her father's killer pushed him on the ground and kicked him in the chest multiple times. The fight goes on and The man didn't pity her father. Then He pulled out his gun from behind and shot Her father five times in the chest. "Papa!" A loud shriek left her mouth as the phone fell off her hands. She just witnessed her father's murder. Isabel's stomach clenched, she felt nauseous after seeing the video. She ran to the bathroom and could only manage to go to the washbasin and threw up. She was shaking violently seeing the dreadful video. Her father was murdered horribly. Finally, the shock subsided and tears welled in her eyes. "Papa," She cried as she slid against the wall in the bathroom and cried for her father's pain. Why couldn't she help him? Why couldn't she know what was happening