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
The evening air was crisp as Isabella made her way through the back alley behind Andrew’s apartment. She had spent most of the day gathering her courage, preparing herself for what she hoped would be the breakthrough she desperately needed. Tonight, Andrew had mentioned a meeting, and something about it felt off. As she quietly approached the shadows near the dimly lit parking lot, she spotted Andrew leaning against the hood of a sleek black car, a figure was standing beside him. Her heart raced as she edged closer, careful not to make a sound. The low hum of their conversation drifted through the night, and Isabella held her breath, her pulse quickening. “—it’s all gone according to plan,” Andrew was saying, his tone casual as he handed Leo a thick envelope of cash. “The accident was flawless. No one suspects a thing.” Leo chuckled, his voice grating in the stillness. “Sebastian never stood a chance. That old fool thought he could control everything. It’s a shame he didn’t s
Andrew stood in the middle of his apartment, the silence ringing in his ears. He glanced around the living room, his brow furrowing with confusion. Where was Isabella? She had promised she would stay with him, that they would get through this together. But now, the apartment felt hollow, like a shell of its former self. “Isabella?” he called out, his voice echoing off the walls. “Are you here?” He hurried through the rooms, checking the kitchen, the bedroom, even the bathroom. But there was no sign of her. A sinking feeling began to settle in his stomach as he pulled out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, finding her name, and pressed call. The phone rang and rang, but it went straight to voicemail. He tried again, then again. After several attempts, he let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Where the hell are you?” he muttered to himself, pacing the room. His mind raced with possibilities. 'Had she gone to see David? No, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t
The atmosphere in the police station buzzed with urgency as David, Isabella, Alonzo, Liam, and Sebastian’s friends Alex and Lennon gathered in a conference room. David stood at the front, his heart racing with anticipation. Today would be the day they revealed the truth about Sebastian. “Alright, everyone,” David began, looking at the group with determination. “We need to head to the hospital where my father in law is being taken care of. He is alive. I saved him. I’ve hidden him away until we could figure out who was behind the attacks. Now that Andrew is arrested, it’s time to reveal everything.” Everyone was shocked at the revelation. Isabella felt a mix of emotions swirl inside her. She was grateful that Andrew was behind bars, but she also felt a wave of anxiety wash over her. “Do you think he’ll try to escape or something? He’s cunning.” “I doubt he’ll get a chance,” Alonzo replied, confidence in his tone. “But we need to be vigilant. Let’s make sure Dad is safe.” D
The sun dipped low in the sky as the group made their way back to the family home The familiar facade brought back memories for Isabella, but it was also laced with a sense of anticipation. Her father, Sebastian, was alive, a thought that had once seemed impossible. As they arrived at the house, David turned to Isabella and Alonzo. “Are you both ready for this?” he asked, concern etched on his face. “Yes,” Isabella said, her heart racing. “She need to see him.” With that, they stepped through the grand entrance. The scent of home cooking wafted through the air, and Isabella felt a flood of memories wash over her. The familiar decor—family photos lining the walls, the scent of lavender candles that her mother loved—brought warmth to her heart. “Let’s go find Mom,” Alonzo suggested, his voice filled with excitement. “Good idea,” David replied, leading the way. As they moved through the house, the anticipation built with each step. “Should we call her?” Isabella hesitated
The drive back to their villa was quiet, but not the uncomfortable kind of silence that had once hung between them. This time, it was a calm, peaceful quiet, filled with the hum of the engine and the occasional soft sighs from Isabella. David's hand rested on the wheel, but every few moments, his eyes flickered over to her, taking in her soft profile, the way her hair caught the dim light as the sun set behind them.Isabella leaned back in her seat, her fingers playing absentmindedly with the hem of her dress. Her mind was full, swirling with the events of the past few days, but amidst all of it, one thing stood out clearly, David had never betrayed her. She had been wrong to doubt him. The weight of her guilt pressed on her chest, but underneath that, there was a warmth, a feeling she had long ignored. LoveAs they pulled up to the villa, David turned off the car but didn’t make any move to get out just yet. He turned to Isabella, his voice soft. “Isabella… I’m so glad this nightmar