Home / Billionaire / LOVE and RUSE / Chapter Two: Echoes of Deception

Share

Chapter Two: Echoes of Deception

The continuous chime of the doorbell echoed through the Montague mansion, rousing Isabella from her quiet reverie. With a furrowed brow, she made her way to the grand entrance of the mansion, her heart pounding with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. Who could be calling at this late hour, and why under the cloak of anonymity? There was no one at the door when she checked the doorbell camera whilst tension slowly build up in her chest.

Slowly, she reached for the ornate brass handle, her hand hesitated for a moment while a flicker of uncertainty flashed across her features. With a deep breath, she pushed aside her apprehension and swung the door open. The cold night breeze slithers into the room like a stealthy intruder, its icy tendrils reaching out to caress her skin with a chilling touch, the sudden contrast in temperature sends shivers down her spine while her heart continue to pound wildly. A small package nestled on the doorstep, wrapped in plain brown paper and tied with a simple string was tucked safely at a corner.

Her brow furrowing in confusion as she eyes the package suspiciously. Isabella bent down to retrieve the package, her fingers trembling slightly as she turned it over in her hands, searching for any clue as to its origins. But the package bore no sender address, no indication of who had left it on her doorstep in the dead of night.

With a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of her mind, Isabella carried the package into the dimly lit foyer, the soft glow of the chandelier casting eerie shadows across the marble floors. Sitting down on the plush velvet settee, she carefully untied the string and peeled back the layers of brown paper, her heart hammering in her chest as she uncovered the contents within. With a gasp of shock and disbelief, Isabella emptied the package onto the coffee table before her, her eyes widening in horror as she beheld the damning evidence of her husband's infidelity. Photographs, letters, and mementos spilled forth like a flood, each one a cruel eye opener to the betrayal that had been lurking beneath the surface of her seemingly perfect marriage.

Isabella gingerly sifted through the contents of the envelope, her heart pounding in her chest, her fingers trembling with a mixture of anticipation and dread. The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension, suffocating her as she unraveled the mysteries hidden within.

With a trembling hand, she reached for the small clear bag nestled amongst the photographs, her breath catching in her throat as she beheld the delicate curl of hair tied with a pink ribbon. It was innocent enough at first glance, but the implications were impossible to ignore. Whose hair was this, and why had it been sent to her in such a cryptic manner? Still trembling, Isabella withdrew the small slip of paper tucked beneath the lock of hair, her eyes widening in shock as she read the name and date scrawled in elegant script. "Sophia - 04/04/2020" The sight sent a jolt of recognition coursing through her veins, her mind reeling with the realization of what it meant. The words seemed to blur before her eyes, the truth of their meaning hitting her like a ton of bricks.

Sophia. The name echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, sending shivers down her spine. And the date - three years ago, three years ago Alexander had welcomed a daughter into the world. A daughter he had never spoken of, never mentioned in their conversations or shared in their moments of intimacy. A daughter whose existence had been kept hidden from her, concealed behind a veil of deception and lies.

Isabella stared down at the curl of hair, a pang of sorrow and betrayal pierced her heart like a sharp dagger, her fingers trembling as she traced the soft strands with shaky fingertips. How could he? How could Alexander keep such a precious secret from her, deny her the joy of knowing his own flesh and blood. A sense of disbelief washed over her as she struggled to come to terms with the truth before her. Her husband, the man she had loved and trusted with all her heart, had a daughter - a secret child born of his illicit affair. The pink ribbon that bound the lock of hair seemed to mock her barrenness.

But the revelations did not end there.

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status