YSABELLEAfter the police left the room, Ronan and I became silent, reading the air between us while staring intently at my father on the bed.What did you just do, father? Did you kill Shaine?No… he can't do that. Well, it's in his blood for having a cold heart and brutal hand, but I always keep convincing myself that he's different from his brother.He won't kill someone because he cares so much about his reputation. He won't tarnish his own name that he built for years.“Let's go back. It's getting dark.”Ronan suddenly stood up and walked out of the room. Seeing his shoulder fall down made me worried. He was now entangled with my father's name because of me, our children, and our company. He looks… worried and doesn't know how to defend his name in the eyes of those who will judge my father.But my father is not the culprit.His car was only seen coming in and out of the place where Shaine was found dead.With a sigh, I followed Ronan until I found him waiting for me inside th
YSABELLEI stood up from my chair after my lunch, ignoring Ronan’s presence the whole morning. Even though he always makes a way to get close and talk to me. He didn't deserve my attention.As I was about to exit the dining hall, Ronan’s phone beeped loudly. Someone just sent him a text.Who could it be?I tightly shut my eyes in annoyance. I'm not curious. I shouldn't be curious.Without a word, I completely exited the dining hall. I'm still mad at him for not believing in me. We're talking about my family. He should at least side with me even though he's also suspicious about my father's extracurricular activities.I headed upstairs to my room and got some of my clothes. I'm going to wash in Ashley’s bathroom.But before I could leave the closet, Ronan blocked my way through the door.“Candice was found.”I should feel relieved at his news, but why do I feel irritated when he says her name?I rolled my eyes. “Then? Do you want to see her badly and fly to the U.S.?”“I'm just tell
YSABELLEI flinched when I heard a ringing sound coming from under the pillow. It's obviously not my phone because it's an iPhone.I groaned as I opened my eyes and scanned my surroundings. Just then, I realized something heavy was leaning on my chest.It's Ronan, peacefully and comfortably sleeping with his head covering my naked chest.“Ronan, your phone.” “That's not mine.” He murmured and buried his face in my cleavage.I groaned as I scratched my head. “It's yours.”“Nah–”“Answer it, or I will kick your ass? Choose.” It didn't take him a second to remove his head from my bare chest, groaning and mumbling something.First thing in the morning, he gets on my nerves. He really has a talent for that.“Why are you so hot-headed and short-tempered these days?”“It sounds annoying.”He stretched his arms as he sat on the bed. I watch him as he answers his phone lazily, wondering who called this early– no, not early. It's already ten in the morning.We skipped breakfast.“Yes?” He ans
YSABELLEAs soon as Ronan barged inside the room where the detective and Mr. Willow were, I abruptly sprinted to follow him.“Ron–”When I got hold of his arm, I felt him tense. He was definitely fuming in rage while giving Mr. Willow a death glare. But Mr. Willow only sent a smirk to Ronan, provoking him.“Yes, it's your mother, Volkov.” Mr. Willow's grin widened.My jaw clenched, seeing him wearing those ugly smiles plastered on his face. He's also making my blood boil.“Do you think I would believe your lies?!” My hand tightened in Ronan’s arm when he growled. He's reaching the limit, or maybe it's already in the danger zone.“She paid me to kill your father!”“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”I flinched in surprise when Ronan suddenly shouted but my eyes widened when Ronan pulled out the gun of the detective. He pointed the gun at Mr. Willow, causing my almost heart attack.The detective was taken aback as I held Ronan’s arm to stop him from doing what he wanted to do.“Ronan, stop it–”“YOUR
YSABELLE"Ronan?" I called and headed downstairs.He was already gone when I woke up.As I arrived in the dining hall, I saw the maids preparing our breakfast."Where's Ronan?" I asked as soon as I sat on the chair, ready to dig in."He left early without breakfast, Madam."My brows furrowed.I stood up and ran upstairs to get my phone. I tried to call his phone, but he's not answering my calls. Where did he go this early?With a sigh, I went back to the dining hall to have my breakfast alone.Maybe he went to the police station or cemetery.After my meals, I decided to visit my Dad in the cemetery, hoping to see Ronan because his father's tomb was near to where my father was.But he's not here.Seeing my ex-father-in-law's face wearing a smile in that huge picture frame made me realize the pain that his wife is the only one who wants him dead. He might have felt betrayed, but the thing he did was more painful.If it's true that Connor is his son with Lucia…I sighed deeply as I place
YSABELLEI immediately helped Ronan before he got hurt by the sharp objects that scattered on the floor. However, I saw a red stain on his knuckles, which confused me.Did he intentionally knock down the vase?“Are you okay?” I asked but he shook his head while messing up his hair. He smells alcohol too. “Did you drink?”I held his face to look at me in the eye, and yeah, his eyes were unfocused.“Do I smell bad? I'm sorry if I am.” He hoarsely said under his breath while bowing his head.He really looked apologetic.“Not at all.” I slowly pulled him to stand up. “Let's treat your wound.”We were staggering as we entered our room before I called the maids to clean the mess outside.I cleaned his wounds and put on ointment. I'm glad the wound is not that deep.He never became aggressive yesterday when he drank and hid behind the couch. I wonder what more severe happened today that led him to let out his anger through the poor, expensive vase.“I… I will take a shower first.”He was abo
YSABELLEIt's confirmed that Mr. Willow was charged with murder, alongside the abduction of me and Jacob last month. There was a recording that was found in Mr. Willow that matched with the voice of Mrs. Volkov. Ronan chose not to touch his mother's belongings in her room since she was gone. When the detectives search the room of his mother, they easily find evidence that points out the connection between Mr. Willow and Mrs. Volkov. Especially exchanging money through bank accounts.Mr. Willow was furious at the jury because he kept saying he was not the mastermind and was just following orders. But still, he was charged with 2 counts of murder.Ronan was quiet these days. I'm not sure if he feel guilt because of what his Mom did.After the trial, Ronan and I visited our father in the cemetery. Ronan chose to be alone with his father's cremation monument. I gave him privacy and headed to my Dad's tomb.Our father didn't really die on the spot in an accident. They were burned inside t
YSABELLE“Pull over.” The driver immediately stopped the car in front of a fruit shop. I lowered the window and smiled at the female vendor.“Can you give me a basket of fruits?”“Mix, Miss?” I nodded and took a bill in my wallet. “For your sick friend in the hospital?”My smile faded.“Uhmm… No.” I give her the money. “She used to be a mistress of my ex-husband.”She suddenly smiles awkwardly and continues making a fruit basket. It didn't take long for her to finish.I arrived at the police station where Candice was imprisoned. I waited in a visiting area, and not long after, the frowning face of Candice greeted me when the door opened. She halted in her tracks as soon as she saw me.When Candice called Ronan’s phone last night, I knew she wanted something from him. We didn't talk because I ended the call as soon as possible and blocked the number before Ronan saw it.“Why does it have to be you? Where's Ronan?” “Aren't you glad to see me?” She rolled her eyes. “You should be beca