Isabella's POV I pedaled faster, feeling the tension slowly ease from my muscles. Morning rides were becoming a new ritual I had grown fond of lately; it reminded me of the uncomplicated days of my early adulthood. Those days when I would look forward to my mother's criticism and instead of remorse I would feel pride, I smiled again. And as time progressed, I found myself thinking about how the past few days; I was mostly at home, wrapped in silence, save for these kinds of rides, and the nights were mostly spent with Lilian. We would sip wine and vent endlessly about work, about the stress and pressures that came with hospital and office hours. But then there were the things I didn’t talk about with anyone yet. Like how I had been avoiding Michael, dodging his calls and messages, even changing my route to avoid the restaurants we used to visit together. I knew he must be feeling the sudden distance between us, but I couldn't let myself dwell on his hurt. I knew I needed
ISABELLA'S POVI sat across from James in the restaurant. The place was another of such cozy corners with dim lighting and delicious aromas in town that I was new to.The chatter around us was soft.James sat up straight, his hair neatly combed to the side, a small smile playing on his lips. He was literally dressed in a suit; he had prepared for this like it were our first date all over again, something he had not even done on our anniversary, but that was, by the way.His eyes darted toward me every few moments, as if trying to read my mood.I tried to relax, forcing a smile, hoping it looked genuine. My fingers fiddled with the edge of the linen napkin on my lap. Being here with him felt strange, almost surreal.I could feel the weight of his gaze, and I shifted in my seat, trying hard to look more at ease than I actually felt.James leaned forward, his brows drawing together in concern. "Hey… Are you okay?" He asked softly, his voice lined with an unexpected sincerity. His ey
ISABELLA'S POV Scarlett continued to stare, her expression caught somewhere between disbelief and bewilderment. She watched as James’s car disappeared from view. And as I pressed the remote in my hand, the sound of the automated gate closing filled the space where words should have been. The gate swung shut, locking us into a silence I wasn't quite ready for. Our eyes met across the distance. Scarlett’s lifted her brows, her mouth hanging open as if she were searching for the right words. Finally, she made a gesture with her hand, repeating herself. "Together? You're really back together?" Her voice shook as she pointed sharply toward the gate where James had just driven out of "What was the meaning of all that, Bella?" I forced a casual smile, feeling my shoulders tighten despite my best efforts. “Nothing much; James just dropped me from work, that’s all.” I replied, trying to brush it off with a wave of my hand. Scarlett's expression didn’t change. She leaned cl
Isabella's POVLilian's question hung in the air.I stood in the kitchen, leaning against the cool marble counter.I felt the weight of her gaze pressing into my thoughts.“What next?” She repeated.I paused, my hand gripping the counter's edge.Lilian's eyes narrowed slightly, her lips pursed, but her body remained still. Her patience was a calm pool.Slowly, I exhaled, letting my shoulders drop, and turned my gaze to meet hers.“I’ll take it slow.”I began, choosing my words carefully.“Slow and careful, Lilian. I believe it's just to trust my instincts... and simply knowing when to back out. But when he’s at his most vulnerable... that’s when I strike.”Lilian’s expression softened, and she nodded, her curls bouncing lightly."Good," She murmured, as if testing the taste of the word on her lips.Then, suddenly, she started to come closer, and then without threw her arms open, enveloping me in a hug, her voice a soft whisper in my ear. “You will overcome this, Isabella. You will
THIRD POV James' fingers tapped excitedly on the steering wheel. He felt like one intoxicated, as if the car were floating rather than driving along the streets. A grin was playing on his lower lip, a rare expression of pure joy. The memory of Isabella's fiery exchange with Michael replayed vividly in his mind, the way she had shamed Michael without hesitation and in front of him too. “Do I need your signature to receive visitors?” He repeated and let out a short laugh. It was as if she had thrown down a gauntlet, making her choice clear to him. "She still loves me." James whispered to himself, his voice full of triumph. "Of course, I always knew she does." He could barely contain his happiness, already envisioning the moment Isabella would finally accept his proposal to reunite. James felt his heart swell with confidence, and before he realized it, he was humming and whistling to a jaunty tune that matched his mood. The car radio played softly in the background, and he
ISABELLA’S POV This second restaurant was everything James would choose. It had high ceilings, chandeliers above, and waiters in tailored suits gliding between tables. It was well thought out, obviously, for the kind of date he wanted tonight; it reeked of peace and quiet, something I once told him I liked when we were still together. Obviously, this wasn’t our first time at a place like this; not since the reunion. James had asked me out yet again just yesterday. which was just some days interval after the first one we went to on the same day I met Scarlett. On the second time, his voice had been laced with excitement, and I had hesitated. Nevertheless, I agreed; I had to; after all, this was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. Spending more time with him was necessary to test his knowledge about the poison. about his involvement, I could start reading him from there. If he was involved, tonight was the night I would find out. As we entered the restaurant, I noticed how
ISABELLA'S POVJames hummed softly as he started the car, a light whistle slipping through his lips, the same upbeat tune he had been humming all evening.I stared out the window, my body sinking deeper into the passenger seat. I could say I was a bit relieved of knowing James wasn't behind my poisoning and that I would not have to continue with the seduction games.But then again, it left a blank space that was even harder to fill now, one that I wasn't even sure where to start dealing with.Now that my suspicions had been lifted from him, the question that I had now was: Who else could it have been?I sighed quietly, watching the security lights and guards. blur past as James stirred the car out of the restaurant's parking lot going through the gates and onto the main road. He hadn’t even noticed my sigh, too wrapped up in his own cheerful bubble, but I felt exhaustion.It wasn’t just a physical one; it was emotional and mental. It felt like the weight of my unanswered questions
GENERAL POVNathan let out a heavy sigh, running a hand over his face as he stood up from his desk.The long day at the office had drained him.His suit jacket felt heavy, the fabric stiff as he pulled it on and buttoned it absentmindedly.It was closing hours; most employees had left. since hours ago.He glanced at his phone again, its screen lighting up in the quiet room. “Still no reply from Lilian.”Even the message he sent earlier in the day was still unanswered, a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between them since the awkward incident at the restaurant when Scarlett had lashed out at them, claiming that Lilian was always around him.He shouldn't have defended her, just that he was only wary of complicating things.His fingers played over the call button, but he hesitated.He had actually tried calling earlier, but her phone had been unreachable. What difference would this make?He held the phone with his other hand and pulled open the door to his office, stepping