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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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2025-01-03 17:40:43
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ISABELLA’S POVIt had been close to thirty minutes since we almost had sex. I was less sore now, but somehow, I felt this tiny loneliness deep down. I snuggled against the pillow, and for a second, it didn’t seem like I had left months ago. My scent was still everywhere. The auction crossed my mind, and I pulled out my phone from my bag on the far side of the bed. I had multiple messages and calls. Some were from Mireille and Enzo, and they were from before I got here. My secretary’s own, I typed a detailed order before closing it and placing my phone on the wooden drawer. The thought that I had just two auctions to go crossed my mind, and I felt a little unsettled at the thought that I was leaving now that everything seemed too good to be true. It wasn’t entirely up to me. I had work to do in Florida. I had a dream. A career. I had Mireille. Mireille had her man, and aside from the fact that I loved it there, this town held a long trail of emotions.There was a soft knock on the doo
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ISABELLA’S POV“Talk you slut!” She was eyeing me so badly. If looks like these could kill, I would possibly be dead by now. A bead of sweat broke behind my neck. How did she get in? Did he know she was coming? Was that why he left me here?“How did you get in?” I questioned. She threw her bag on the floor and stormed over to me.“I should be asking you that. I am in my son’s house.” Her nose was flared with her arms crossed over her chest.I dragged in some air because I just wasn't ready for the drama.“Alaric isn't home. You can come back when he does. I was busy before you came.” I informed and turned around to leave before she grabbed my arm, digging her nails in.“You don’t belong here. You shouldn't be here. He was doing so fine until you magically showed up again.” Her tone was harsh and it conveyed her hatred. The level of depicit she had for me was alarming because I never really offended her.I tried freeing my hand but she only dug her nails in the more. Pain surge throu
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ALARIC’S POV“Good morning, Liam. How do you do today?” I let out delightfully and watched him scrutinise me. “Fine, sir.” He responded, his voice quivering, and I laughed hard, my palm on his shoulder. Liam was one of my staff members on the first floor, a brilliant one at that, and this was the first time we had a conversation.“Oh, Liam!” However, he didn't say a word as he stiffened and quickly stepped out of the elevator on the second floor. This was the third person reacting this way today, and I seriously couldn’t understand why.Was it that they feared me? Or was it something I said?I didn't get to think about it for long because soon, Isabella crossed my mind again. She was lying in her bed, hair down, and with no undies on. My cheeks hurt from how giddy I was to know my wife was finally home. We were finally working something out.I could feel excitement bubble through me, giving me renewed energy. The door dinged open on the third floor, and I dragged in some fresh air a
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THIRD PERSON’S POV“Hi,” Isabella said, her arms crossed under her breasts. Her heart was racing now. She had spent the last few hours crying and cursing her ill-love life. At one point, she thought he wouldn't come looking for her.“You left.” Alaric’s heart was pounding, yet he felt relieved she didn't ghost him. The last time she walked out on him, she was gone for months. He doubted that he could survive another. “I’m sorry, I didn't know she was coming. Did she say something?” He stretched his hand to check her face, but she stepped to the side.“Leave, Alaric. You shouldn't be here.” She turned around, giving him space. Her eyes were wet with tears again. Fuck, she had thought she could face him. She pinned her lips together to stop herself from breaking down. “Isabella.” He was sacred. So afraid to lose her. This was one thing he had always feared. Vulnerability. But now he was addicted to her. She was his medicine, and to hell if he died taking. “Go home, Alaric. Go to your
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ISABELLA’S POV“Shall we?” He asked softly, his palm stretched out. I let my fingers curl with his, warmth spreading through me. As he led me to the car, I could feel Mireille watching us like a hawk, and I was glad I had a sister like her.“Mireille doesn't hate you. She is fun when you get to know her.” I cleared the air to avoid any awkwardness.Alaric hummed and smiled at me. He pulled the door open and bowed as I stepped in. I caught him glance at Mireille, standing outside the door, before getting into the car.He put on the music box, and a slow jam played before kicking off the engine. “Are you ready?” he asked, and I nodded. A part of me reminded me that I shouldn't be here or with him.In between the drive, he would reach out to me and squeeze my palm, reminding me that he was there. I sincerely wished I could ask him why he changed someday. Why did he suddenly stop hating me? Who convinced him?“I just want to spend ever moment with you.” He would say.Finally, we arrived
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ISABELLA’S POV“Do you have to go?” I questioned as I held onto her palms while staring into her eyes. We're standing in the middle of the airport. Mireille was dressed in a blue fur jacket and white romper. Her hair was packed in a ponytail, and she had a tinge of sadness behind those eyes. I could tell that she was just as heartbroken as I was. “You still haven't told me why you must leave so fast. Did something happen? What was that all about? Did someone die? What is going on, Mireille?” I rained questions at her, and worry was eating me up.She squeezed my palm gently and cleared her throat. “It's nothing serious, Isa. I'll call you once I get there, I promise. I have to go back for a short while. I'll be back for you. You know you are my best friend, my cupcake.”I held back the tears that stung my eyes. “I know. It’s just... I'm so worried, Mireille. You're not saying anything to help the matter. What happened? Why are you going back? When are you coming back? I don't know, Mir
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ISABELLA’S POVSuddenly, he paused. “Are you sure about this, little bear?” He asked, his voice having a rough edge of need, of desire. He wanted me too, I could tell. The, I knew that proceeding with this would only complicate things for me and confuse me more. As it was, I didn't know what the future held for us. I had no idea if I still wanted the divorce. What if this leads him on?“Yes, Alaric. Stop talking already.” It came as a whisper rather than a command. The heat was gathered around my thighs. “You've had a lot to drink, and I don't want you to wake up tomorrow thinking this was a mistake.” There was something in his voice. Guilt. Pain. Or was it sadness?I pulled back slightly to stare into his eyes. His blue eyes drew me in. “I am not drunk, Alaric. Tipsy, maybe, but I know just what I'm doing. This is what I want.” His eyes searched mine like he was looking for a clue or a reason to stop. Not seeing, he claimed my lips with such possessiveness that left me breathles
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ISABELLA’S POVHe stared at me softly. “The safe word is stop. Remember to say it when need be.” He said tenderly as though I was an egg that could crack.I nodded in response, then produced a moan as I squeezed my breast. I could feel his jealousy boiling. “I want just my hands on you, little bun.” “Really? I don't see them anywhere.” I teased, and he grunted as he got in bed.Kneeling between my thighs, he slapped his cock against my cock before sliding in, his left palm around my neck. My vision blurred as he banged me hard. I was running out of breath, yet I refused to say the safe word.My moans echoed through the room as my body shot with pleasure. It felt like paradise, yet with some pain. Just the right balance I needed. He seemed to sense my vision going off because he let go of my neck and looked at me warmly.“Fuck! Did I hurt you?” The fear in his voice.“I’m not a child, Alaric. I am a woman, so pound me like one.” I snapped, annoyed that he ruined everything. The vibra
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ISABELLA’S POVWhen I got to the restaurant, four people were inside. It was 6:45, so I sat at the corner, checking the time while I awaited the mystery man. Somehow, the time seemed to stretch longer. “Your chicken, ma’am.” I heard a waiter say, causing me to raise my head and look his way. He was dressed in a brown shirt and pants with a white apron around his neck and holding a tray.“I didn't place an order,” I informed him, watching him smile before placing it down.“You don’t have to worry, ma’am. It has been paid for.” With time, he disappeared behind the doors, standing in the far corner of the shop.My eyes darted around the room in confusion. Something vibrated against my lap, and I pulled out both phones to realise it was the burner phone. “How do you like your chicken?” The voice on the other end penetrated the air.“Who are you? What do you want?” I questioned, firmly gripping the phone. I tried to stop my voice from cracking.“You didn't come all that way to play games
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ISABELLA’S POVWas I dumb for sending a message to this unknown person? Even though the doorman claimed a delivery man delivered it, I wanted to believe he would come again. It was three in the night. I couldn't sleep, even though Alaric had done everything to calm me down. Our flight was scheduled to leave in the morning, and I was pacing up and down the room.“Be a man and face me, coward.” This was the message in the paper I had given him.Did the mystery man collect it yet? My nerves went on the verge of breaking. My heart was hammering so fast against my ribcage while my fingers were as cold as ice. After long, heart-crushing minutes of thinking, I finally snuck out of the room and headed down the elevator. As soon as I stepped out, I saw him in the corridor.“Any news?” I asked and watched him shake his head in denial. An exasperated sign slipped free, and I ran my fingers through my hair, a million trains of thoughts whirling in my head. The weather was chilly, best for a walk
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ISABELLA’S POV“We found something.”It was early morning, and Alaric and I drove to the station after the policeman called. My body was still sore from last night, and my heart was beating so fast that I held tightly onto Alaric’s hand. The street was barely empty, yet he managed to maneuver his way, and in minutes, we were standing in front of the police station. I dragged in a big breath as I wondered what news awaited me. This was either going to scar me for life or save my best friend. It was as though he noticed my fear because he held my hand.“If you ever feel uncomfortable, let me know, and we are out of here.” His words held a reassuring tone, which made me slightly calm. Two unfamiliar faces were there when we got to the office they had directed us to. One was sitting in front of a laptop while the other man, who seemed older, stood beside him. “From the tattoo in the picture, we managed to narrow it down to these three men.” The older man informed me, and I watched the
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ISABELLA’S POVI had taken forever to snap out of the phase while Alaric spoke with the two police officers. Different scenarios had played out in my head. Mireille had always seemed so happy and carefree that I never thought she could hide something. She shared everything with me about how her first sex went. How sex with her new man was. How engagement was planned out. Everything except the important details.Who was the savior? I could barely determine what they were saying, but I knew he handed them what we had gotten from her house and the car. One of the police officers had said something about us taking a big risk and suggested that we stay put until we got the news. I had yet to tell Alaric I had gotten a package back in Alabama. I doubted that it mattered anymore. “We will get back to you, Mr Wolfe.” He said before flashing him a smile. Alaric hummed thanks while I laid my head between my palms, trying to solve the mystery.What clue were we missing? I thought as I tried
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ISABELLA’S POV“I don't think we should do that after what happened last night.” He responded, dishing the chicken, fried potatoes, and egg on a plate and handing it to her.“We?” she repeated, then added, “Thank you for the food.”He hummed as he poured her an orange juice. “You don't think I will let you go alone, right?” She was speechless for a second. She wasn't entirely expecting him not to follow her, and she didn't want to bother him. “Enjoy your meal while I go take a bath, okay.” His hand was resting on the table as he spoke before he raised a palm and touched her forehead. “You seem better now. Let me know if it changes.” With this, he walked out of sight.Her mouth tasted bitter, but she managed to chew the food because she couldn't let his effort go to waste. Soon, he was dressed in a light blue shirt and cream-colored shorts. His face was neatly shaved, too. She was done, too, and within minutes, they were in his car, driving towards Mireille’s apartment.Her heart be
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THIRD PERSON’S POVHer heart thumped loudly against her ribcage, her fingers were trembling, and she felt a cold spine run through her veins. “Stay right there,” Alaric ordered before shoving the door open and running to the street. He had parked the car in a safe place, but she could barely make anything out as blood rushed to her ears.He knew the homeless man had to be involved. He was conversant with how things like this worked. A surge of adrenaline ran through him as he stormed into the streets. His eyes moved over the countless people. He could still remember what the homeless man was dressed in and what he looked like. Sweat broke across his face as he stepped into people’s faces to check if the homeless man had changed into another outfit. He had read too many crime books to know how this works while growing up. Finally, he caught sight of the tattered black hoodie. He grabbed him by the shoulder with renewed hope and flipped him around.“Ouch, you're hurting me, " a femal
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ISABELLA’S POVI froze. His words replayed in my mind, but this time, slower. It felt like the world was crumbling beneath my feet as time had stopped. My body trembled vigorously. Mireille. Mireille was dead.Tears rolled down my cheek as I gripped tightly onto my wine-suit trousers. It felt unreal, and the words sounded foreign for a second.Alaric closed the gap between us, his palms grabbing my shoulder. The pain broke my heart. “We can't say it's her until we see the body, " he said, and I could tell that he was only trying to calm me down. I booked us a last-minute ticket, and our flight leaves in an hour. Your bag is packed as well.” He formed as he pulled me up gently, and I leaned into him. I could barely make out anything in my surroundings as we walked out of the building and into his car. The second the door to the car closed, I let out a scream, hitting the seat head. Alaric stepped in from the other side.“To the airport, Enzo.” Enzo glanced at me through the review
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ISABELLA’S POVThe day of the auction slowly rolled in, and even though my life was a wrecking ball, I managed to hold it together. But I had to admit I was zoning in and out multiple times. I had a dream concerning Mireille overnight. In the dream, she was begging for help, blood all over her.I sighed again and dragged my mind back to the bidding. The theme of it was beauty. Luckily, I managed to source the best of all the paintings. I had painted an image of Mireille; she was the only one who knew the meaning of beauty. Her eyes glowed up genuinely every time I succeeded with work. Her smile seemed to light up every dark room in the house. Her words uplifted my soul, and she loved me unconditionally. As the time ticked, I tapped my feet against the floor, waiting for it to end, but it seemed to stretch more. I hadn't seen Alaric all morning, and more weird thoughts ran through my mind. “The boss is here, ma’am.” A female staff whispered against my ear, and I startled a little bef
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ISABELLA’S POVTwo days had passed, and there was still no sign of Mireille. Her phone number was not going through, and I made another shocking discovery. It was almost as if she vanished into thin air. Dread spread through my trembling body as I paced up and down my office. I didn't have a choice but to be here. The urge to ditch everything and take a flight to Florida engulfed me. I had spent the previous night rolling and tossing on the bed. Different thoughts ran through my mind. What could have happened to Mireille? Why was she not calling or messaging me?The fourth auction was tomorrow, and I could not leave. I had so much to attend to. There were a lot of paintings I had to bring in. I had to take care of the guest list, coupled with the fact that my boss was looking up to me to make this a success. The door creaked, and Alaric stepped in, dressed in an all-white suit. The way he carried him with so much grace and confidence was attractive. The dangerous aura that emanated
