Isabel’s POVEmerson’s texts were relentless. He kept on warning me to reconsider the consequences of my actions. But I stood firm. I knew what I wanted. I deserved better than a man who didn’t want me with all his heart.I wasn’t going to let his threats sway me. Maybe he was worried about his family’s reputation or didn’t want Lilith to suffer from public scrutiny. But eventually, he realized I wouldn’t change my mind. He agreed to the divorce. We finalized it the same day. As I signed the papers, a heavy sigh of relief escaped me. Our marriage was over.As I left the courthouse, Emerson’s scornful voice called out after me: "You are as shameless as your father. You never deserved to be loved!" His harsh words stung. I turned back to him, shocked. "What are you talking about, Emerson? What happened between you and my father?" I demanded. “It’s time to tell me the truth, right now.”Emerson’s eyes flashed with anger. "Ask him what the hell he did to Lilith!" With that, he stormed of
Isabel’s POVEmma and Robert were my constant support during my chemotherapy. They made the unbearable bearable. Their friendship was like a comforting balm. Emma, ever the optimist, often suggested I start a new relationship. Her own new crush seemed to have reignited her belief in love.One evening, as we sat together, her phone buzzed incessantly. Annoyance flashed across her face as she checked the messages.“What’s wrong?” I asked, noticing her frown.“Alex invited me to a party. He wants me to meet his friends. But I don’t want to go. We’re not even dating,” she replied, sounding frustrated.“Why don’t you give it a try? You might have fun,” I encouraged her, though I wasn’t feeling very social myself.Emma’s eyes lit up with an idea. “Isabel! Let’s go together!”“Me? I’m not used to these kinds of occasions,” I protested.“Come on! Just accompany me. You don’t want your friend to be lonely, do you?”Reluctantly, I agreed. Her excitement was infectious. She dragged me to her spac
Isabel’s POVI couldn’t believe Emerson would do such a crazy thing! Could he really be so ruthless? Would he really hurt Robert out of jealousy? My mind raced, trying to comprehend the chaos unfolding around me.“Tell me, did you do it or not?” My voice shook with anger and disbelief.Emerson's eyes were hard as steel. “You care about him so much, huh? Do you love him?” he sneered. “Let me guess the status of your relationship. Hug? Kiss? Or have you already slept together?”“Shut up! Don’t use your nasty thoughts to insult us. Robert never crossed the line! He’s my oldest friend from primary school, you bastard!” I retorted, my voice rising with each word. “Stop the car right now or I’ll jump out!”Emerson’s face darkened, and he immediately locked the car doors. “Don’t move. It’s not him,” he growled.I turned around again, my heart pounding. My eyes scanned the scene outside. As I looked out of the rear window, I found that a strange man had already gotten out of the car. Relief wa
Isabel’s POVSlapping Emerson was not something I ever imagined myself doing. Yet the sound of my hand hitting his cheek echoed through the bathroom. His head jerked to the side. For a moment, he looked utterly stunned. “Isabel!” His eyes were wide with a mix of shock, anger and pain. He stepped back as if I had splashed cold water on his face.I stormed out of the room. He ran after me. “Isa, wait!” I turned around to face him. He seemed to have sobered up instantly. A clarity appeared in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. His lips moved, but whatever he wanted to express was trapped within."I'm going to sleep in the second bedroom tonight," I said, my voice trembling. "Take a break, we can talk tomorrow morning." Emerson nodded silently and walked away, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.What did he want from me? Had he gone completely insane? His actions were erratic, and his emotions seemed to swing wildly
Isabel’s POV:Emerson stared at me, his brows furrowed. He was thinking of my words as if he were wrestling with a difficult problem. His eyes were intense, almost desperate. “You won’t die... I won’t let you die. Never. I’ll be with you,” he declared. His voice was unsteady, but filled with an unexpected determination.I looked at him in disbelief. This couldn’t be real. “You’re drunk. Alcohol makes you lose your mind,” I said, shaking my head. “Didn’t you forget you already have Lilith and Liam?”His expression shifted to one of pain. He murmured, almost to himself, “Oh... yeah... I have them.”I felt a flicker of hope die within me. “Do you still think you want me?” I asked, not expecting a genuine answer.“I...” He started to speak, but then his knees buckled. He almost fell.I caught him and guided him to the bed. He groaned and collapsed onto it. He quickly slipped into unconsciousness. As I watched him sleep, I felt a mixture of sorrow and confusion. What did he truly want fro
Emerson’s POVI walked into the bar at my friend Alex's party. I needed to vent my negative emotions. The looming divorce had annoyed me for many days, gnawing at my peace. I was grateful for his invitation. The bar seemed like the best place to go. The thumping bass of the music and the clinking glasses should have been a distraction. But my mind was elsewhere. Thoughts of Isabel and our unraveling relationship overwhelmed me. I had some shots, trying to numb my confused feelings.Suddenly, I caught sight of a familiar face. Could it be? I made my way up closer through the crowd, and… There she was - Isabel! I was shocked. What was she doing in a place like this?She looked drunk. She was teetering on the edge of her stool with a drink in hand. I never thought she would be at this type of party. But tonight, she was here, and she looked... different. Her sweet smile and flushed cheeks made her seem almost ethereal under the bar's neon lights. Her golden hair waved around her beauti
Isabel’s POVEmerson's voice was cold and demanding over the phone. "Why is there hair all over the bathroom? Are you cutting your hair for some strange hobby?" His voice was thick with doubt.My heart raced as I tried to come up with an explanation. I couldn't let him know the truth. "Maybe it's from your new mistress," I retorted sarcastically, hoping to deflect his suspicions. The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. Then, with a frustrated huff, he hung up. I hoped he wouldn’t obsess over this issue any more. But knowing Emerson, I doubted he would let it go easily.The after-effects of chemo were relentless. My body felt like it had been through a war. Nausea, fatigue, and aching joints were my constant companions. My hair thinned more each day, falling out in clumps. I dreaded the day I would have no hair left at all.I had to run some errands on my way home. At the supermarket, I felt weak and insecure. Each step felt heavier than the last. I caught a glimpse of
Emerson’s POVToday, a strange feeling of unease gnawed at me. Why did I feel so terrible? Perhaps it was the weather. Stuffiness and gloom hung in the air, casting a shadow over everything. I needed some fresh air to shake off this terrible feeling. I dialed my mother’s number. The phone rang a few times before she answered.“Hello, Emerson! How are you, dear?” Her voice was warm and cheerful.“Hi, Mom. I was wondering if I could come over for a visit and pick up Liam,” I said, trying to sound happy despite the strange turmoil inside.“Oh, of course! We’d love to see you. Your father will be glad to see you too,” she replied. “I’ll get our private chef started on making some delicious pastries. I know how much you love them.”“Thanks, Mom. I’ll be there soon,” I said, feeling a small smile tug at my lips. She had a habit of treating me as if I were still a boy.“Drive safely, Emerson. We can’t wait to see you,” she said before we hung up.Lilith had gone traveling with her close fri
Emerson’s POVIsabel’s reaction startled me. She wasn’t just upset—she was frantic, the kind of raw, unrestrained emotion I hadn’t seen from her in years. Her voice trembled with a mix of fury and desperation as she demanded, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?! Why did you keep this from me?”Before I could form a response, she bolted out of the kitchen. Her movements were erratic yet purposeful.“Isa, wait!” I called, following her. My heart was pounding, though I couldn’t pinpoint whether it was from fear of her reaction or the storm of emotions she was dredging up in me.She didn’t stop. Her footsteps echoed through the hall until she burst into her bedroom. She made a beeline for the corner of the room, pulling out an old, dusty suitcase that looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. The zipper resisted her forceful tugs, but she wrestled with it until it finally gave way.“What are you doing?” I asked, stepping cautiously inside, my unease growing.She didn’t answer. Her hands
Isabel’s POV“Liam is such a lovely boy, isn’t he?” Marianne said with a warm smile as we stepped into the kitchen. She raised his tiny hand and gave it a playful wave in my direction.Liam giggled, his chubby fingers grasping at the air, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “He certainly is. Quite the charmer already,” I said, leaning closer. “Hey, Liam. Are you practicing that wave for your fans?”His giggles grew louder, and Marianne chuckled. “He loves attention. Don’t you, sweetheart?”Liam reached out toward me, his eyes wide and sparkling with innocence. Unable to resist, I offered him my hand, which he eagerly grabbed, babbling incomprehensible syllables with all the seriousness of someone making a grand speech.“Quite the conversationalist too,” I teased, tickling his tiny palm with my finger. He responded with another round of infectious laughter, his joy so pure it seemed to light up the room.As I straightened, I turned to Marianne, my tone shifting. “Does Emerson… spend
Isabel’s POVI stormed into my bedroom, my thoughts a whirlwind of anger and confusion. Slamming the door shut, I twisted the lock with more force than necessary. As if it could somehow keep everything out—not just Emerson’s infuriating persistence, but the fear and uncertainty clawing at me.The muffled sound of footsteps followed, and then a knock.“Isa,” Emerson’s voice called from the other side. “What do you mean by what you said earlier? Are you willing to give me another chance?”I rolled my eyes, leaning against the door. The nerve of him to ask that after everything he’d just said. “Go away, Emerson,” I muttered, too low for him to hear.“I’m not leaving until you answer me,” he insisted, his tone firm but with a hint of desperation.I clenched my fists, my patience wearing thin. “Emerson, I’m serious. Leave me alone!”The knocking stopped, but his voice persisted. “Isa, I just want to talk. Please.”“I don’t care!” I yelled, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at the door. “G
Isabel’s POVI reached for the door handle, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of Emerson’s words. But it wouldn’t budge. The door was locked.I turned to him, my voice sharp with irritation. “Emerson, unlock the door. Now.”He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he kept his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his eyes fixed on the empty road ahead. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper.“If it were up to me, I wouldn’t give you away to anyone,” he said, each word heavy with a sadness I didn’t fully understand. “But things are getting harder to control. If something happens to me… if I don’t make it…” He paused, his jaw tightening. “You can consider him.”For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him. “What?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.He turned to face me then, his dark eyes filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. “Caleb. He’s bold, cunning… but he’s kind. I trust him to take care of you if I’m not here anymore.”The words hi
Isabel’s POV“I’ll go to the banquet,” I said finally, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.“What?” Both men spoke in unison, their heads snapping up, eyes wide with disbelief.“If Alistair wants me there, I’ll go,” I repeated, my tone firmer this time. “But not because of his threats. I want to know what he’s planning, and I refuse to sit on the sidelines while he pulls the strings.”Emerson’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes narrowing as if he was weighing his next words carefully. Caleb, on the other hand, immediately stepped forward, his face clouded with frustration.“Are you out of your mind?” Caleb exclaimed, his voice rising. “This isn’t just about attending some fancy dinner. Alistair is dangerous, Isa! He’s already threatening Sebastian—do you really think he wouldn’t do the same to you?"“I know the risks,” I replied, meeting his fiery gaze with as much calm as I could muster. “But I won’t be a pawn in this game anymore. I need to understand what
Isabel’s POVMy mind raced, frantically piecing together a response that would satisfy Emerson's sudden scrutiny without unraveling the fragile web of secrecy surrounding Robert’s visit. But Caleb, ever quick on his feet, spoke first.“Are you seriously implying that Isabel’s secretly dating someone?” he said, feigning offense. His voice carried a sharp edge, but his grin was disarmingly casual. “Come on, Emerson. Your most trusted cousin is right here by her side. Not that Isa needs a chaperone, but do you really think I’d let some random guy waltz in?” He added a playful wink, leaning back as though utterly confident in his rebuttal.Emerson’s jaw tightened. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” His tone was clipped, but there was an undertone of defensiveness that made me tense.“Then what did you mean?” Caleb shot back, the teasing in his voice replaced by something colder.Emerson turned to me, his gaze piercing. “I’m concerned about you, Isa. You’ve been through so much,
Isabel’s POVThe guilt weighed heavily on me, like a leaden burden I couldn’t shake. Sebastian was in grave danger, all because of me. Yet, even in the face of his own peril, he had found a way to help me. His unwavering loyalty and selflessness cut through me like a knife, leaving a hollow ache in its wake.I bit my lip to keep the tears at bay, but the effort was useless. They slipped down my cheeks, hot and unrelenting. “He’s risking everything,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. “How could I ever repay him?”Robert stepped forward, his voice soft but firm. “Isa, you can’t afford to let guilt consume you. If you don’t fight for your own life, all of Sebastian’s efforts will be meaningless. You need to stay strong—for him, for yourself.”His words settled in the air between us, like a lifeline being thrown into turbulent waters. Caleb, standing slightly apart, added his own support. “If you’re worried about Emerson finding out about the operation, I’ll help you keep it
Isabel’s POVRobert stood beside my hospital bed, his smile warm but enigmatic. His energy was tinged with an undertone of happiness that only piqued my curiosity. His demeanor was uncharacteristically dramatic. He paused just long enough to make me impatient.“What is it, Robert? What news?” I asked, my voice catching slightly from anticipation.He let the moment stretch a second longer before finally speaking. “I’ve found a doctor capable of performing the tumor removal operation.”The words felt like a jolt of lightning. My heart raced, disbelief swirling with tentative hope. “You’re serious?” I whispered, afraid to believe it.Robert’s smile widened. “Completely.”For a moment, the air in the room felt lighter, as if the world outside had taken a pause. This surgery, despite the risks, could save my life. I might be able to live normally again… My breath caught in my throat as I struggled to process what this all meant.Even Caleb, who had been visibly uneasy since Robert enter
Isabel’s POV“Ahhhh!”I bolted upright, my scream slicing through the silence. My chest heaved as the remnants of the nightmare clung to me, dark and suffocating. My hands trembled as I clutched the blanket, cold sweat dripping down my temples.Caleb rushed to my side, his voice laced with concern. “Isabel! It’s okay, it was just a nightmare.” He crouched beside me, his hand hovering uncertainly before resting lightly on my shoulder.I panted, my pulse racing, unable to focus on anything but the horrifying images etched into my mind. Sebastian’s face—bloodied and broken—flashed before me, his screams echoing in my ears. Margot was next, her cries begging for mercy as faceless executioners closed in. I had been powerless in the dream, screaming and pleading, but no one listened.“It’s not real,” Caleb said firmly, his hands now gripping mine, grounding me. “You’re safe. It’s over.”I took a deep, shuddering breath, squeezing my eyes shut to block out the haunting images. When I finall