It was a very brief banquet that concluded in no time. Isabel bid farewell to Ramona and Triss before having her driver take her back to her place. Coincidentally, she chanced into Roland again when she was about to reach her place. He carried a briefcase in hand and wore a black suit as usual. Due to his tall and striking figure, it was very easy to spot him walking down the street. His melancholic figure adorned underneath the streetlights made for a very appealing sight. Isabel asked her driver to slow down. Then she leaned out the window to gawk at him for a while. When they were within earshot, she called out, “Roland!” Roland turned around. There was hardly a hint of fright in his eyes, he was cool and composed as usual. Isabel asked, “It’s the weekend today, why are you still at work?" He stated, “There’s still a lot of work that needs to be taken care of.” Isabel made a look, alright then. She asked the driver to stop, then she scanned the area
When Isabel looked up again, Roland’s figure had disappeared from the looming shadows by the entrance. She suddenly felt strangely lonely. With a long sigh, she turned around the corner and retreated into her apartment. … A month later. The serialized drama that Isabel was filming had finally come to a close, and the scenes for the grand finale were wrapped up. Over the course of the month, she had been with the crew nearly every waking hour to ensure the consistent quality of the final few episodes. She hardly went back to her place to sleep at night. Now that the show was a wrap, she felt like she had regained her freedom at last. After having a grand feast with the crew, she left the film set. Amanda had recovered from her illness and came to pick her up in person. On the way back home, Isabel sat with Amanda in the rear. Amanda began going through the upcoming itinerary. First of all, she was going to start joining the variety show The Wonder as the
Amanda briefly looked at her feed before asking, “Has Triss made some enemies lately?” Isabel answered, “I don’t think so.” Ever since that one time several years ago when her career was derailed because she refused the advance of a certain businessman, she had been very cautious. Now that her career was finally looking up again, she would not act rashly. Amanda speculated. “Then this means that somebody is running a smear campaign on her.” Isabel frowned. The entertainment industry may seem glamorous on the outside, but anyone in the know would tell you that it was very treacherous and one had to watch their back at all times. Even though Triss was never one to stir conflict, someone must be envious of her success and wanted to ruin her. "Let her management team deal with it, don’t worry about it.” Amanda advised kindly. Isabel did not respond. She went to the chat group between her, Triss, and Ramona. The group was usually very quiet, so there was not much ac
Amanda was exasperated, she took a deep breath. Isabel patted her on the back to ease her stress, then she continued scrolling through her phone. Her fans and Triss' fans were all sharing her latest statement. Within minutes, the post had gained a tremendous amount of traction and had overtaken the previous “Triss Ravine - Casting Couch Regular” trending keyword. There were many comments from netizens, some of the comments that received the most attention included: “Even Isabel is voicing out about this scumbag, I believe her.” “Triss is friends with Isabel, isn’t she? What if Isabel is just helping her?” “Isn't it natural for friends to help each other? Since she’s speaking up for Triss at a time like this, this shows that she’s a loyal and empathetic friend. If you ask me, this is further proof that Triss was framed.” “If you take a closer look at that picture, Triss looks like she doesn’t want to be there at all. She’s even trying to shove the man away.” “
Isabel played it off with a chuckle. “Don’t worry about it, I just saw someone writing a hateful comment.” Amanda and Carla did not press her for more details after that. It was only then that Isabel realized that the car had stopped outside her apartment already. After saying goodbye to Amanda and Carla, she got out of the car. As usual, she went to the lobby and took the elevator to her floor. It was already dark outside, the corridor was dimly lit by overhead ceiling lights. She strode toward her unit and stopped outside the entrance. Just as she was about to unlock the door, an ominous figure burst out of the shadows and flanked her from behind. She was caught off guard and quickly swung around but it was too late. A hand latched itself firmly around her throat. Decker pinned her against the door, one hand around her throat. The usual tender glow in his eyes was replaced by a menacing glare. Isabel gasped for air. She clawed desperately at Decke
Isabel promptly locked the door after that. Shut outside, Decker was too stunned for words. It took him several seconds to register what had happened. Then, he chuckled lowly and said out loud, “Isabel, you’re welcome to come back to me at any time, I live right next door. I’ll wait until you figure things out.” She ignored him entirely. She still had not gotten over the shock of suddenly having Decker confront her and choke the breath out of her. It was an invasion of her safety. This man was far more dangerous than she had imagined. Although she would not say that she was afraid of him, she still recognized that she was threatened by a man as bold as he was. She sat huddled on the sofa with her phone in her hand. She swiped through her list of contacts, going through each of her family members. After giving it some thought, she gave up on the idea of going to them for help. If she had told them about Decker pestering her, it also meant that they would find
Isabel shot a look at him. “What’s with that attitude? You don’t want me to sleep over at your place, do you?” Roland muttered stiffly, "...No." Isabel eyed him severely. His face was spelled with the same stoical calm, it did not seem like he did not want to help her. Her expression softened, and she confessed, "It's my ex-boyfriend." Roland’s expression shifted for once. "Your ex-boyfriend came to pester you?” Isabel hugged her bag tightly while she walked on, she answered hesitantly, “Something like that.” “Do you need help chasing him away?” he asked concerningly. “No, I'll take care of it myself, just focus on your work, don’t worry about me.” He had to help her handle affairs at Carter Corporation till dusk every day. She could not possibly trouble him any further. Besides, it was better that she handle her personal affairs on her own. Besides, Decker was no ordinary threat. She doubted even Roland could help. Roland peered at her and stopped tryi
It seemed like the room was a guest room. Everything was made ready for the eventual guest. It would appear that she was the first person to ever use this room at all. She went to the bathroom and took a hot shower. She recalled back to the first time she met Roland. Both he and his mother hailed from Westboro and had been in Westchester for a year by now. With the respectable position he held in Carter Corporation and his impressive salary, why did they not have any friends or family coming to visit them? Perhaps they did not have any such relations? Roland may seem emotionally distant, but he was not someone who was pompous or the type to hold himself above others. Martha was as friendly as they come. Furthermore, she had a refined air about her, one would imagine that she came from an educated and cultured background. It was unlikely that these two did not have friends or relatives. The more she thought about it, the more curious she became. Still, she acknowled
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t