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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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THIRD PERSON’S POV“I can't reach her. Enzo can't, too. She bailed out on us and….” Mireille dragged in a deep breath, her voice shaken. “It has been over an hour, Alaric. Isabella is never this silent.” She was pacing up and down now, fear gripping her. She couldn't imagine something happening to Isabella. It would only make her lose her mind. Isabella was her only friend, her sister, and the person she loved the most. She feared that the same person who killed her staffs must have taken her since the policemen were yet to find him. They claimed they were doing all they could but she clearly knew it wasn't enough.Alaric ran his fingers through his hair. He had just finished a meeting, and managed to close a deal worth millions when Enzo had called.“You weren't supposed to let her out of your sight!” Alaric yelled and threw a punch into the wall. “She could be hurt. She could be anywhere.” And that was why he had hired Enzo. Because he feared that she might go ghost on him someday.
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THIRD PERSON’S POVShe was still holding Alaric’s arm tightly, and now he laid in bed beside her. If this was what it took to make her sleep well then he was ready to offer his night. His heart was beating so fast. He was so nervous and his body shook with emotions, and passion. His breathing had gotten unstable. Being so close to her melted his brain into jelly paste. As his eyes trailed her hair that now settled on the bed and few strands were on my cloth, he couldn't help but feel the urge to cuddle her, feel her warmth and know what she smelled like.He could hear the sound of the clock and that of his own heartbeat. He heard her sigh again then she rolled over, her breath landing on his face and his breath seized.Her lips were full and her lipgloss smeared. Her nose was pretty, and it had a lipstain on it. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully now and it made him wonder what bad dream she had. With his trembling thumb, he wiped it gently and her eyes shot open causing him to fre
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ISABELLA’S POVHe was staring hard at me now.“Speak, little bear.” His voice was rough, and I attempted to pull my hand away when he grabbed it instead. His eyes burning with rage. “He put his finger on you, Isa. On my wife.” He seethed.“Alaric, I….”He ran his other palm through his hair. “I don’t know if this is a means of you throwing a tantrum or getting me to let you go. But that won’t happen, never. You should be glad I didn’t break his bones, but the next man that as well as breath close to you, will be the last one you see.” My heart skipped a beat. He sounded so serious. My lips parted in shock, but then I snatched my hand away, while fear scrubbed my insides clean.“I should never have let you talk me into breakfast. I am leaving, ex-husband.” I said sternly and got up, proceeding to walk away before he pulled me back.“I am not your ex-husband.” His voice was a deep hoarse of emotion. I swallowed the last of my guts. Being so close to him was doing something to me. The
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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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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 POVI should be embarrassed. Grossed out and running out of this enclosed space. So tell me why I was turned on instead. Tell me why I had this crazy urge to have him bend me over and fuck me till my lungs give out.“The cctvs.” I heard myself say.Those were not the words I had expected.He smiled and then placed it on my own. It looked oversized on me, and he wore a Black turtleneck long-sleeved shirt and Black pants.“If you think I will fuck my wife in a place other people can access, then you don’t know me, Isa.” I heard him say, and my heart flipped, not because of his words but because his eyes darkened with mischief.What was he up to?I felt his hand work its way through my jean trouser to grab my left butt cheek and squeeze it, and I let out a gasp. His other hand was grabbing my hair.“You look pretty when you are wet. Especially with no clothes on.” The way he said the words so slowly drove me insane, and I parted my lips because I was now finding it hard to bre
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ALARIC’S POVGetting into the building was easy, and luckily, I saw Isabella sitting in the corner of my left hand. She was dressed in a red gown that clung to her white smooth skin like a second flesh. Her waist was snatched, and the dress stopped right above her kneecap. I drooled over her cleavage, deep, weak in the knee. She had a white pearl necklace on alongside white heels. Her legs were put together and slightly bent to the side before a chair leg. She looked so sophisticated. Her brown hair was beautifully rolled up, with none falling below her neck. She had slight makeup on, with her lips painted red.I was confused between going to meet her there and causing a diversion from the auction or signalling her to come over. But the Isa I knew was too stubborn to come over, so I went instead.“We need to talk,” I whispered, watching her give me a death stare. “Leave, Alaric. I’m busy.” She muttered between clenched teeth, then looked away.“If you could just give me a moment. Yo
