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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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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 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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