YSABELLE Paul strides inside the room and puts unconscious Jessica on the cold floor. Rage ran in my veins to see her not responding even if she was placed in an uncomfortable place.“Cleo!” I yelled at her, who only scrunched her nose in irritation. “I'm not deaf, bitch.”“What have you done to her?!”“Ask her yourself. I'm tired of explaining.” She turned her back on me.“She’s your fucking twin sister–!”She halted in her trance and quiet for seconds before letting out a sigh.“I have to go. I still need to help Ronan to find you.” Was the only thing she said before completely closing the door.I scoffed at how terrible sister Cleo was. Jessica is her twin sister! She's a family! So, why did she include her own family in her psychotic plan?I slowly approached Jessica and lay down next to her. I'm glad she's still breathing normally, but I noticed how skinnier she was than before. “What did they do to you?”***I instantly woke up when someone was torturing my wound on my back
RONAN“Why can't we go out? I need to go to Paris!”Belle’s aunt hysterically yelled in my face.“It's part of the investigation.” I simply said and turned my back on her.“Why would I be part of the investigation?”I stopped at her tone.She's so eager to get out of here just to go to Paris and take care of the company. She's not making sense in the part that she will continue her duty rather than look for the rest of the members of the family.Jessica and Belle.Especially Jessica, who's her daughter by blood.I turned to her with a frown all over my face. “Are you really not worried about your niece?”Her jaw clenched as she looked away. She crossed her arms on her chest as she anxiously walked back and forth inside the living room.“Follow their protocol, or I will mark you as the prime suspect in her disappearance.” “Screw you, Volkov.” She gritted her teeth as she curled her hands into fists.My jaw clenched in irritation. “Why do you hate me so much?” She scoffed. “You're a
YSABELLE My jaw clenched as her brow rose as if she said those lines like nothing.“Kill who?” Her eyes moved behind me. I scoffed in disbelief. “Seriously, Cleo? You're going to kill your sister?”She shrugged nonchalantly, which made my blood boil. My hand curled around the pen as I endured the pain in my back.I signed the papers without much thought, but I made sure she still wouldn't get anything she wanted. It's not like I'm scared of her and threatening us to kill Jessica, but I just want to go back to my family. I'm afraid that Paul might pull the trigger without giving too much thought. He's become more cold and cruel than before.The company and all the assets of the Cortez that were named to me now belong to hers… or that is what she thought.After signing all the documents, I threw the pen to her. “Happy? Now let us go.” She kicked the pen at the corner with a smug face.“I didn't say I would let you go.”“Cleo!” I exclaimed in rage.I wanted to strangle her, but Paul's
YSABELLE Tears formed in my eyes as I intently stared at my Dad, Andrew Garcia, in front of me.“Let's get out of here.”Before I could even ask about his sudden appearance, he held my wrists and pulled me out of the hallway with Jessica tagging behind me.We entered the room where he came from but he stopped and peeked back to the door.Jessica and I were surprised by the gunfire, causing us to hide in the corner of the room. I was more worried about my Dad, thinking he might get hurt. But I saw him loading his gun while looking at us.“Cover your ears.” He firmly said.Jessica and I immediately covered our ears and a loud and spontaneous gunfire echoed in the hallway.My heart was pounding nervously with the thought I was in between the war.But after a few minutes, it stopped, and I just realized Jessica’s sobbing behind me. She felt traumatized by the shootout. I held her hand tightly to ease her fear.Dad suddenly pushed us to the wide open wind– The window is open!Before I co
YSABELLE My blood boiled in rage and disbelief as soon as I heard what Dad said.“So, you knew?”He sighed heavily as he poured alcohol into his glass and chugged it down in one gulp.“Answer me.” I hissed as I didn't want to raise my voice at him. I still respect him as the man who raised me as his own.“I don't want to get entangled with anyone related to the Cortez–”“I was your daughter before I became a Cortez.” I helplessly mumbled in frustration. “You are born to be a Cortez.”His calm and soft tone made me look away. He sounds and looks apologetic. That's why I couldn't even hate him wholeheartedly. But I'm furious at him. For lying to me. For leaving me behind. For abandoning me.“Damn it, Dad.”I turned my back on him as I didn't want to see him like this. It's painful to see him regretting what had happened. I don't know why he showed up after all those years he hid from the public. But one thing is for sure: he might have come just to save me.How did he even know I w
YSABELLETears ran down my face as I saw him sprinting in my direction, wrapping his arms tightly around me. My sob grew louder as I finally felt his warmth, his touch, his loud heart beating, and his heavy breathing while I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the scent I missed for a day and night.“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” He asked as he caressed my hair at the back.I nodded as I tightened my arms around him. “I’m fine, love. I’m not hurt.”“Let’s go to the hospital.”He lifted me and didn't let me go until we reached the car. But I suddenly remember Jessica.I looked around and saw her in the corner, getting uncomfortable with the unknown people around us.I extended my hand to reach her hand and pulled her inside the car.Ronan seems to be taken aback to see Jessica, or maybe he doesn't know her personally since this is their first meeting.After he sat beside me and closed the door, the car started making its way to the hospital.“Ronan, this is Jessica–”“I know who
YSABELLE Ronan showed me his phone and a message with a picture was sent by an anonymous number. It was me sleeping on the bed, and I could hardly see Jessica behind me because of the darkness.That was earlier in my Dad’s hideout.How did he get in contact with Ronan?But how did Ronan know this was sent to my Dad?“Someone sent me this picture and location.” He touched the screen to zoom in on the picture. “He didn't name himself, but his reflection was visible in the glass.” Indeed…I can see my Dad’s face through the glass he used to drink with alcohol.My eyes welled up as I stared at my Dad’s appearance for the second time. Was he alright? Did Paul get him? But Paul might not have known that his former boss was alive.I hope Dad convinces Paul not to continue and obey Cleo’s orders. It might be difficult to believe, but I'm still hoping he would stop this, to make Cleo stop also since she can't do the work alone.“Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone,” Ronan reassured.“Love, ca
YSABELLE Ronan and I got out of the car in the middle of the abandoned building. It’s just us and his men guarding us from the upcoming threat. But I bet no one is here anymore.No Paul. No Dad.Even though I knew he was not here anymore, I might find some clues he left that he was alright.After Ronan and his men checked the inside of the small room where Dad used to stay, he let me in. But I was surprised that it was already clean. I mean, no bed, no table, no wooden stool, all of the things were gone.That was quick.“There’s nothing here. Let’s go back.”He left with no trace.“Belle…” I walked out of the room, disheartened by not seeing my Dad for the second time. I hope he’s okay.Ronan let me stay inside the car while his men were busy looking around, maybe to find some clue or something.I wonder if Paul was with Dad.I pushed back my hair from my forehead as I kept hoping Dad was alright. I don't want to think about the negativity of his disappearance because I know he’s be