Author's POV The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as David and Isabella arrived at Cafe Golden , nestled on a quiet street lined with blooming flowers. The morning sun cast a warm glow, making the day feel more inviting. They found a cozy table by the window, the perfect spot to watch the world go by. Isabella smiled, looking at the surroundings. "Can I know the reason behind your smile. " David asked. "Mom and dad met again at this cafe after their tragic separation . Their new beginning was marked at this place. Mom told me about this. We used to come here a lot when I was a kid." She told me. "Your father told me about their story. Today, we are also starting a new beginning of our lives. May be this is the sign of the universe. " David smiled. “Do you come here often?” Isabella asked, as she fidgeted with the menu. “Only when I want the best pancakes in town,” David replied, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. As they placed their orders, the initial te
Author's POV The weeks passed quickly as David and Isabella settled into their new life in the villa. The walls that had once echoed with emptiness now hummed with warmth and laughter. Every morning brought new challenges, and every night ended with conversations that deepened their bond. Isabella was beginning to feel a sense of belonging, a flicker of hope that perhaps she could fully embrace this new chapter. While unpacking the last few boxes in the living room, Isabella heard a knock at the door. David was in the kitchen, preparing lunch, so she decided to answer it herself. As she opened the door, her heart dropped. Standing on the porch was Andrew, her ex, looking disheveled and desperate. “Isabella,” he said, his voice trembling. “Can we talk?” The shock made her freeze, her mind racing. “What are you doing here, Andrew? You shouldn’t be here.” “Please, just hear me out,” he pleaded, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and urgency. “I know I messed up. I know I
Author's POV Andrew leaned back in the driver’s seat of his car, parked just a block away from Isabella’s new villa. His fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel, a smirk playing on his lips. The scene that had unfolded just minutes ago still replayed in his mind—the way Isabella had stood there, trying to appear strong, trying to push him away. But Andrew knew her. He knew she wasn’t over him, no matter how hard she tried to act like she had moved on.“David,” he muttered, his voice laced with anger. The name tasted bitter on his tongue. This guy, David, thought he could swoop in and take what Andrew had spent so long cultivating. Andrew had put in the time, charming Isabella, making her feel special. Sure, at first, it had been about her wealth, the comfortable lifestyle she could provide. She had money and old family money, and Andrew had never been one to shy away from taking what he wanted.He remembered the early days with Isabella, how easy it had been to win her over.
Author's POV Andrew paced the length of his apartment, his mind racing. The high from his confrontation with Isabella had started to fade, and now he was left with a feeling of urgency. He couldn’t just sit and wait for Isabella to come around. The regret, the apology act—it would only go so far. There was no further reaction from her side. It's no working as he planned. If he really wanted to drive a wedge between Isabella and David, he needed to think bigger. He needed something that would shake her to the core. He paused at the window, staring out at the city below. His thoughts circled around one idea, one person who stood in the way more than anyone, Sebastian, Isabella’s father. It was all his fault. 'That old man had snatched my Isabella from me. It was him, who brought David between our bond.' Sebastian had never liked Andrew and had always looked at him with cold suspicion. The old man had seen right through Andrew’s charm from the start. It had been subtle at first,
Author's POV The morning sky was heavy with gray clouds, casting an ominous shadow over the estate where Sebastian’s family had gathered. The news of his death had hit them like a storm. His car had been found wrecked on the side of a steep cliff road, yet his body had disappeared into the dark waters below. The rescue team had searched for days, but nothing surfaced. It was as if the earth had swallowed him whole. The family gathered outside the villa, their grief palpable as they awaited the arrival of more mourners. A black funeral canopy had been set up in the garden, and a memorial stone placed as a temporary marker in the absence of Sebastian’s body. Isabella stood by her mother, Bella, who was in shock, her face pale and gaunt. Isabella’s twin brother, Alonzo, had his arm around her shoulders, his jaw clenched in silent anger. "It doesn't feel real," Isabella whispered, her voice cracking. "How did this happen? Dad... he was supposed to come home that night. Everythin
Author's POV Isabella sat at the edge of her bed, her body numb, her hands trembling as she tried to process the news she had just received. It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. David, her David had been arrested for her father’s death. The authorities had concluded that the crash wasn’t an accident, but a planned conspiracy. And all the evidence pointed to him.Her phone buzzed on the bed beside her, and she jumped, her nerves on edge. It was a text from Andrew." I heard about the arrest. I’m so sorry, Isabella. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here."She stared at the message, her stomach churning. Andrew had been texting her more often since the funeral, always offering his support. She knew she should be wary, especially after their past, but right now, she felt so alone. David had been her rock, and now he was the one being accused of tearing her life apart.A knock on the door broke her thoughts. Bella, her mother, stepped into the room, her eyes swollen from days of cryi
The air in the house was thick with tension as Isabella packed her bags. She tried to ignore the persistent knocking on her bedroom door, but it only grew louder. It wasn’t long before her mother’s voice broke through, sharp and filled with concern.“Isabella! Open this door right now!” Bella’s voice was uncharacteristically loud, the desperation unmistakable.Isabella sighed, her hands shaking as she stuffed clothes into her suitcase. She didn’t want to face her mother, not right now. Not when she knew the kind of storm that was waiting on the other side of the door.The door finally flew open, and Bella stepped inside, her face pale with anger and worry. “What are you doing?” she demanded, her eyes darting from the suitcase to her daughter’s face. “You can’t seriously be thinking about leaving.”“I’m not discussing this, Mom,” Isabella muttered, her voice low but firm. “I need to get out of here.”“With him?” Bella’s voice trembled with disbelief. “With Andrew? After everything that
Isabella sat in the quiet of Andrew’s car as they drove away from her family’s home, the weight of the decision she’d made pressing down on her chest like a suffocating blanket. The rain drizzled against the windows, mirroring the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She could still hear her mother’s voice in her head, pleading with her not to leave, warning her that she was making a terrible mistake. Alonzo’s cold anger rang in her ears as he accused her of running back to Andrew, of letting herself be manipulated by the same man who had broken her heart. But none of that mattered right now. Not the anger, the disappointment, or the accusations. There was something far more important at stake: the truth. And Isabella knew, deep in her gut, that David was innocent. She glanced at Andrew from the corner of her eye as he drove, his face calm and collected, a far cry from the panic and guilt that had overtaken her family. He was humming softly to the tune playing on the radio, hi