CULPRITIsabella sat quietly with a smile while half of the board members bore holes in her body."You can stare all you want," Isabella smiled while they rolled their eyes."You seem calm while the company is at its peak of crumbling all because of you," one of the men said."Evidence?" She requested."What?" A lady furrowed her brows.Isabella sat properly. "Is the article all you have? You point fingers at me all because of an article, does your brain age with your face?" She shook her head in pity."What?" They gasped unbelievably."I will prove that I am innocent though that is not necessary, but the least you guys want to do is see the truth.""Kim!" Isabella called and the door was opened, Kim stepped in with a guy who was secretly shivering."Introduce yourself and your crime," she ordered and the shivering guy bit his lip, his head was bowed so they could not get a perfect view of his face."Speak!" Kim snapped raising his head, he was the same guy who was on a video call wit
PAYMENT"What is so funny?!" Charlotte slammed her hand furiously on the desk, how dare he smile when things are going down?"You Charlotte, you are funny, so funny," Greg continued smiling infuriating Charlotte more."I am funny? You think I am funny?!" She went round the table and grabbed him by the collar. Maybe all he needs is someone snapping some sense into him."What made you think we had a plan? Huh? What am I? Your puppet?" He smirked pushing her away, she staggered holding the desk for support."Hey, get this into your head we are not accomplices. I only used you to get information from Jacob and I got to fuck you along the way, it is a win-win my dear," he smiled devilishly.What? He has been using her? It... It is all a lie? He never loved or cared about her, she didn't love him either but at least they were partners. How dare he use her to his advantage?"I took the money because I will turn in my resignation letter, there is no use pretending anymore. Jacob must be so de
Chris walked into the sitting room to see David and Isabella seated on the couch. "Hello David. Hello Isabella," Chris said as he approached them. David and Isabella stood and responded to his greetings. "Please sit, you both. No need for formalities. We have passed that stage a long time ago," Chris said, as he sat down. David stared at him sarcastically and sat down. Isabella nodded as she sat down. "What would you both like to have? By the way, I was expecting to see only David. I'm glad you came along, Isabella," Chris said with a smile, which made David shift uncomfortably. Isabella smiled back at him. "Well, I really wanted to come along this time around. It's been long.""Good, because I've missed you," Chris said. David cleared his voice loudly. "I'm so hungry and thirsty," David said, trying to change the topic. Isabella looked at him suspecting he was jealous. She could see the look in his eyes. She would have bursted out laughing if not for one thing. She knew the
David nodded, grateful for her offer of support. "Thanks, Isabella. I appreciate it." David hugged her and kissed her forehead. As they parted ways, David couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within him. As David arrived home, he found Yvonne sitting in the living room, flipping through a magazine. He approached her cautiously, knowing that their conversation would likely be tense."Yvonne, can we talk?" David asked, his voice tinged with concern.Yvonne glanced up, her expression guarded. "I don't know, David. What do we have to talk about?"David sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know things have been awkward between us lately, and I want to address it. I want to understand why you've been acting distant."Yvonne scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Do you really want to know, David? Or are you just pretending like everything's fine?"David shook his head, his frustration mounting. "I do want to know, Yvonne. I care about you, and I want to work through whate
Isabella just finished having lunch with Kim. She decided to go to David's house from there. She arrived at his house and rang the door's bell. "Who's there?" Yvonne's voice said from inside. "It's me, Isabella," she said, making Yvonne frown. "What are you doing here?" Yvonne asked as she opened the door. "Hello," Isabella said with a smile. "You haven't answered my question," Yvonne said. "Well, David invited me over," Isabella said cheerfully. "Please step aside."Yvonne frowned. Why did David invite her over? "David is not around. He is in his workplace painting. I can't let you come in. Sorry."David could hear voices from his room. He left his room and walked to the sitting room. He saw Yvonne standing at the door. It was obvious she was talking to someone. "Yvonne," he called out. Yvonne became tense. She turned to look at him slowly. "Who's there?" David asked. Isabella walked in. "It's me, David." She turned to look at Yvonne. "I thought you said he wasn't around."
David smiled, his eyes glowing with pride. "You inspire me, Isabella. Your beauty, your grace... it's like nothing I've ever seen before."As they stood together, gazing at the masterpiece before them, Isabella knew that this moment would be etched in her memory forever. And as she looked into David's eyes, she realized that she had found not just a talented artist, but a kindred spirit, someone who saw her for who she truly was, and loved her all the more for it."Well, one more thing. On the sofa. Let your hair cover a part of your face. I want reality and I want it to feel like you had no idea I was painting you," David said. He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her cheek before letting her go. She strode over to the sofa and laid down. David carefully positioned Isabella on the sofa, arranging her hair to partially obscure her face, just as he envisioned. With a tender smile, he began to sketch once more, his movements fluid and deliberate as he captured the raw, unguarded bea
David couldn't help but wonder why Isabella wasn't answering his call. Was she angry at him? Or was she in any trouble? He was about to call her again before a knock came on his door. "Who's that?" David asked. *It's me, Yvonne," she said aloud. "What do you want, Yvonne?" David asked. "Is everything okay? I just wanted to invite you to dinner," Yvonne said. David stood up and opened the door for Yvonne. "Thanks but I'm not hungry.""Or are you upset?" Yvonne asked, as David walked back to the bed and sat down. "Isabella is not answering my calls. I'm worried. I don't know if I have upset her," David explained. "You don't have to worry. Perhaps, she's busy. When she sees your call, she will call—"The ringtone of David's phone interrupted her. He glanced at it. It was Isabella. "Finally," he said, before answering the call. "Hello Isa, I've been calling.""I'm sorry. I was busy," Isabella said. "Busy with what? Is there a problem? Do you mind sharing it with me? I'm worried.""
And as they laughed and shared stories, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment, David couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events that had brought them together that evening. X X X "Isabella, I heard of a restaurant around here," Kim said, as Isabella drove. "A restaurant around?" Isabella asked. "Yes. You didn't know?" Kim asked. "No.""I think the name is La Trattoria. They sell the best pasta in town," Kim said. "You must have really heard a lot about the restaurant. Well, let's drive over there then," Isabella said. "Yay!" Kim said, throwing her fist up a little. "Don't be too excited Kim. I don't need people's attention from outside," Isabella said and laughed a little. "Okay, Isabella," Kim said. "Put on your seatbelt," Isabella said, increasing the speed. As Isabella and Kim drove towards La Trattoria, the anticipation built within Isabella. She browsed about the restaurant and saw good things about the restaurant, and