YSABELLE I came out from the bathroom, feeling fresh and lightheaded but as soon as I saw Ronan's smiling face, my mood changed in a second.His words last night with the person in another line made me curious and I couldn't sleep properly the whole night.Who could it be? I'm afraid to ask him. He might say I'm invading his privacy which is the truth.He was about to give me a morning kiss, but I walked away from him. I heard him heavily sigh behind me.I put on my clothes in front of him. It didn't matter if his seductive eyes lingered around my naked body.Through the mirror in front of me, I saw him leaning at the door with crossed arms, staring at me intently. I noticed his casual clothes as if he were planning to go somewhere. Is he going to meet the person who called him last night?“Are you going somewhere?” I asked as I put on my shirt.“Yeah… you?My hand tightened at the hem of my shirt. “Nope. I will be at home the whole day.”“I will be having lunch outside.”With an ex
YSABELLE “He's Steph Johnson, a private investigator.” I firmly shut my eyes in embarrassment. I just wasted my tears for just a guy whom I thought was having a romantic relationship with Ronan. Biting my bottom lips as I avoided their eyes, I fidgeted at the end of the couch. We were now inside one of the rooms. Not too dark but to be honest, I want this room to be darker than the night sky and hide from their eyes. I want this corner of the couch to swallow me alive and vanish in front of them. I was so dramatic earlier, to the point I wanted to create a scene but I just stopped myself from creating a noise since the whole room was in total silence. Ronan should not have hidden this from me to avoid misunderstanding. “Since you're here, I think you also need to listen to this.” Ronan’s words made me confusedly look at him. “What about it?” Probably about finding Connor and Paul. “Paul Bautista was a former hitman.” My lips parted at Mr. Johnson's words. A fo
RONAN I saw Belle’s eyes panicked as she stared at her own father. Anxiety and fear were running inside her for what her father would say.“One more word and you will pay for it, Mr. Volkov.” He sternly said. Rage was through his eyes.My brows furrowed as I stared at him, with full intent. His fury was pure and I felt like he was taken aback by what I said.“Father–”“I apologize, Mr. Cortez.” My words made Belle frown at me. I handed him a gusset envelope. “Also, this is the information of the men who attacked you the other day.” I showed him a picture of a woman. “And this one… I think you know her.” His eyes widened, the same as Belle's.“What?! You know Shaine Reyes–”“Mr. Volkov, a word with you inside.”He went back inside the room. Rage was evident through his tone and I could not help but smell something fishy.I sigh deeply as I hold Belle’s hand. “Stay here.” I kissed her forehead before heading inside.Belle’s confused eyes were the last thing I saw before I completely c
YSABELLE I sat up on my bed and I scratched my messy hair in annoyance. I woke up because of my dry throat knocking for at least a droplet of water. My whole body felt worn out. Probably because I was so emotional yesterday– wait, it's quarter to twelve before it hits midnight.I scanned my surroundings inside my room, wondering where Ronan was. But I only groan as I remember that I kicked him out of my room because he's good at keeping secrets.It's not like I'm suspecting him of secretly doing something inappropriate with my father but I want to know everything.As I stepped out of my room, the first thing I saw was Ronan uncomfortably lying on the couch wearing a frown on his face.Even when he's sleeping, he loves making that face.I was about to walk past him but I noticed him softly whimpering. Is he okay? Is his wound in pain?“Ronan?”I immediately walked to him, worried about what was going on with him. His hands curled into fists, sweat dripping down his neck, and the wa
YSABELLE Ela knocked on the door to wake me up which he usually does every time I need to be ready early for work. She and Ana were already preparing our breakfast when we came out of my room.While the twins were not awake yet, I helped them prepare the table while Ronan needed to use the bathroom.A smile painted on my lips. Probably, he needs a cold shower.But I still couldn't get over the diamond ring on my finger.This was the first time my heart fluttered over something material. It's worth being over the moon with this cute gorgeous thing that fits perfectly around my finger. I wonder where Ronan put our old wedding ring. I never saw him wearing it around his neck again.After our breakfast, Ronan chooses to wash the dishes. I excitedly watched him and leaned at the counter while gazing at his broad back. He really looks cute and sexy wearing my pink apron.I giggled silently, causing him to turn to me with a frown. He's not angry. He's just confused at my out-of-the-blue l
YSABELLE I was already breathing heavily in anticipation but I didn't expect him to nuzzle his face into my short curly hair. My head fell back as I grasped tightly at the edge of the table, silently crying for pleasure.My eyes abruptly opened and closed my legs, causing his head to be hit by my thighs. “W-Wait, the door–”“It's locked. I won't let anyone see your gorgeous clit.” He part my legs with an alluring smile. “Over my dead body.”With a groan, I pushed him lightly. “It's my clit, not yours.” I completely closed my legs and removed myself from the table, looking around for my underwear.Where did he throw it?My vagina was still wet and I could still feel his tongue down there. But I need to stop my libido. Jesus! We're in a public place!An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back on my work table. I was about to protest but meeting his seductive eyes made me crave for more.“What's yours is mine.” He split my legs again and eased my naked lower body. “What's mine i
YSABELLE I was gazing outside the window here in the cafe, waiting for the tea I ordered for me and Mr. Willow, Candice's father. He had gone to the men's room for a while.I don't know what to say to him but he wished to see Jacob. He needs Ronan’s permission first before someone will communicate with us.Because of our situation, it's difficult to meet and see anyone except my family.When the tea was served, Mr. Willow was still not coming out from the restroom. I grabbed my phone and dialed Ronan. He needs to hear out about this. But I still couldn't get in touch with him.I was startled when Mr. Willow sat opposite my seat, wearing a frown on his face.He looks decent right now. Unlike before with his ragged look in New Brunswick where we first met.“If you want to see Jacob, you need to talk to Ronan first, Mr. Willow,” I said directly to the point.I indeed can't guarantee his freedom to see Jacob. He's not my son, after all.He scoffed before he chugged down the iced tea. He
YSABELLE As we were having our breakfast, I kept glancing at Ronan, curious about what he thought about what I had said last night.He remained silent as soon as I burst out what I was thinking. Probably, he doesn't want to talk about Jacob's real father. He's still not ready to let him go.After our breakfast, he goes to the bathroom. I waited for him to come out and keep myself busy playing with the kids.I've been bothered by his silence since last night.There's no way to force him to know the truth. Not because I don't want Jacob to be with us. However, if someone takes the child against his will, he will be confused. Only Ronan can control Jacob.But he's still young. So, I respect Ronan's decision to keep everything from the kid.The bathroom door opened and Ronan came out. Our eyes met and we remained staring at each other as if I was waiting for something from him.He sighs deeply as he gestures to my bedroom. I sprinted to the room but as soon as Ronan locked the door, he