ISABELLA POVI paced back and forth in the small space of my living room, my mind spiraling with thoughts I couldn’t control.My fingers were trembling as I clutched them together, and my breathing was uneven. The light from the overhead lamp did nothing to calm me.How did this happen? How did Lilian’s phone end up in Nathan’s hands?I clenched my jaw, trying to steady my frantic heart, but every time I pictured what this development could lead to, a fresh wave of panic would overwhelm me.The thought of my family knowing about the poison terrified me more than the illness itself. Or rather, the poison. Just thinking about whether or not I would have to tell them made me feel chills. Would they be able to take it? The bond I shared with them was too strong; they would condemn themselves. They could even start getting ill on my behalf. Wasn’t that how they once almost got themselves killed in a fire outbreak when we were still kids? They had saved me and almost sacrificed themselve
GENERAL POVThe room felt heavy, as if the weight of the world had settled between the three siblings.Isabella’s sitting room appeared dimmer, as though the curtains were holding back more than just the sun.Lilian had left in a rush minutes ago. The hugs they exchanged before she walked out had been brief and tentative, as though none of them could find the right words to say; she had promised to check up first thing tomorrow.For now, silence reigned. Nathan, Owen, and Isabella sat in separate corners, each lost in the web of their own thoughts. The silence lasted for quite some time before Owen finally broke it.He pulled out his phone.His little finger hovered over the screen, unmoving, as he stared at it with raised brows. His chest rose and fell with a deep, deliberate breath before his hands ran over his face.He rose slowly, the movement deliberate, as if each step towards the truth was one he dreaded. His voice was hoarse when he finally opened his lips.“So... what no
ISABELLA’S POV Just like yesterday, I remember meeting James in the hospital after my motorcycle accident. It was love at first sight. We got married two days later without informing my family or telling James the truth about my family background. Today was our 2nd wedding anniversary, and I was ready to reveal the whole truth. "Not today of all days."I murmured, glancing at the clock with growing impatience. It was fifteen minutes past 9 p.m., and James was not yet back. Another thing that was growing was my incessant fatigue. I was not too fit; I had been feeling weak for some time now, my throat itched, and even my breathing was labored. Yet, I had neglected all these to look good, cook, and decorate the room just so we could have a perfect 2nd wedding anniversary dinner. Just then, my phone rang, breaking my train of thought—it was my father, Elliot Harrington. “Isabella, your mom said today is your second anniversary with your husband,” Dad said, his voice lower than usual.
Isabella's pov “Who…who is that?” James flinched and stuttered in a sharp, frantic voice, jumping down from the couch and pulling away from the woman he was on top of. “What's going on here?” I mouthed with teary eyes, my voice losing its strength as I looked from naked James to the strange lady in disbelief, who was also half nude. James grabbed his trousers from the armrest and quickly slipped them on, while the lady tactfully picked her gown from the floor, throwing it on as well. “What do you mean by what? I.. I was just drunk, that's all.” James said in defense, fastening his belt around his waist and zipping up with quick fingers. “Uggh!” The lady with him let out a tired sound, rolling her eyes weakly. “How could you do this to me, James?” I whispered, pointing at him with deep hurt. “After all I have done for you?” James kept his face stony; the expression on his face was guilty but nonchalant. I opened my mouth in a bid to express even more, but the hostile
MICHAEL'S POV I spread my legs under the long oak dining table and readjusted myself on my seat to feel more comfortable. I wasn't the only one who had stopped eating. As a matter of fact, everyone at the table had stopped eating the moment Grandfather cleared his throat twice, dropped his cutlery, and rubbed his hands together. It was a common habit of his to always do that whenever he had something very important to say, particularly at such a gathering. After Grandfather cleared his throat, everyone looked towards the central dividing point of the table where he was sitting. And when I say everyone, I mean from my father and mother to my doting grandmother, Lady Anne, then finally to Gregory, my cousin, and his mother, Aunt Elsa. Her husband, my father's elder brother, was late. He had died in a plane crash about 8 years ago. "It is of no doubt that life has indeed been kind to us in this family." Grandfather finally began with his speech. "Aside from the unfort
ISABELLA'S POVI nodded painfully, keeping a tight hold on my tears as I signed. I was still doubting the experience, still blinking and feeling like I was going to wake up anytime soon. Then I turned around and made to leave for the bedroom, but the quick, brash voice of James's mother stopped me midway."Heading to where?"I closed and opened my eyes, inhaled, then turned around measuredly, tears now gleaming from my eyes."Need to get my things."Naomi instantly let out a short, disbelieving laugh before she asked;"Wait, your things? From where?" She queried further with her hands spread out.I let out a surprised gasp before I answered with "From the bedroom." My eyes were already dancing about in confusion, wondering where she was headed with this.She let out another short laugh before finally folding her arms to say;"You must be joking, young lady. Because you ceased to own anything in this house after you signed those documents right there.""What!?" I exclaimed loudl
Isabella's POV Many seconds after my call with Owen came to an end, I still had my phone hanging against my ear. Whoever it was that made Owen sound so worried must have been really close to him, and that also meant that there was a possibility that I knew him too. I lowered myself onto the bench and closed my eyes momentarily, trying to dig up random images of Owen's old friends from the past. I scanned my mind for old memories of high school and even college days, but no tangible one readily came to mind. "Whoever it is, dear God, keep him safe. At least for my brother's sake." I murmured prayerfully under my breath. After the little moment of supplication, I rose to my feet again as the reality of my present situation dawned on me once more. I remembered that I was still homeless and that I had yet to figure out a way out of this conundrum. The worst part was that, since I was finding it hard to reach out to my mother, who ordinarily should have been the easiest to reac
JAMES'POV I heaved a sigh of relief after my mother and Celine returned from the gate without Salindra. It felt like a dream; I had expected that she would put up a little bit more struggle than that. I remember replaying this particular scene several times in my head, and this was as far back as six months ago. I had imagined it to be so much messier than how it just played out. However, I knew it was something I needed to do; it was just common sense. Since the day I met Zoey, my life has continued to change for the better. I still wonder how I was promoted from an ordinary doctor to a head of department just by her dad's influence. Who knows the magnitude of the promotion waiting to see if I should marry her? "Thanks, Mum." I appreciated her with an indebted smile as she re-entered through the sitting room door with Celine. She waved me off and took her seat on the sofa. "Now you can both live your lives happily and in peace." She said. "And as for you, James, sto