Isabel recognized her. She was Teresa, one of the actresses who played one of the good guys on Legend of the Goddess. She only had a handful of scenes on the show and they rarely had any scenes together, the point being that she was not very close with Teresa. Still, they were all part of the film crew and since Teresa took the initiative to approach her, there was no reason she should refuse, especially since no rules were saying that she owned this corner over here. Naturally, she gestured Teresa over. “Sure.” Teresa sat down next to her. "Isabel, why do you eat the same boxed lunch as the film crew?” Teresa stared perplexedly at the tray of food Isabel was eating out of. Isabel responded with another question, “What else am I supposed to eat if not this?” They were far away from the city and they had many more scenes to shoot, getting to eat anything at all was a blessing enough. Teresa remarked, "You’re a big shot, I thought you wouldn’t eat something as com
Teresa’s assistant asked cautiously, “What would you like to eat?” This instantly prompted a wrathful scowl from Teresa. She asked snappily, "Don't you know my appetite by now?" "Okay, I'll buy something right now but it might take some time because I need to drive to the city.” "If you don’t come back with my food within half an hour, you don’t have to bother coming back.” The assistant grimaced but knew better than to protest. She held her tongue, then frantically ran to get food. Teresa sat down and reached for her phone. Then, she sent a text to Isabella, “Hey Isabella. I talked to Isabel and she’s got her guard up the entire time. I only chatted with her for a while and only managed to find out that her boyfriend wasn’t part of the entertainment industry, I still don’t know who he is. She did mention that her boyfriend didn’t come from a rich family, maybe he’s just a commoner.” Isabella replied almost instantly, “There’s no way he’s any ordinary person.” Tere
"Yeah." he said stiffly. It was just a short answer, but Isabel felt like it punched into her chest like a hammer. She took his hand to comfort him. "Sorry, I shouldn't be upset at you.” Roland smiled affectionately. "It's not your fault, I should’ve said something earlier.” Isabel did not even know that his father passed away, in a car accident no less. This explained why he only lived with his mother. Come to think of it, she knew nothing of his family. She asked him, “Can you tell me about your family?" Since they were dating, she should try to get to know him better. His eyes immediately darkened although there was a tint of a smile inside them only seconds ago. Isabel noticed she had misspoken and quickly retracted the question. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it.” Roland fell silent for a while before starting, "I was born in Southboro. My grandfather was decently wealthy and my parents have always had a very good relationship." It soun
“Hey Isabel, are you done for the day already?" Teresa asked with a quick smile. Isabel nodded with a grunt. Teresa asked nonchalantly, "There’s this fashion show going on tonight, are you going to be there?” Isabel made a look. "Yeah." Teresa announced gleefully, "What a coincidence, I'm going too! Why don't we go together then?” Isabel was not against it. “Sure.” She did not mind going with Teresa. Teresa was ecstatic. She took a seat nearby to wait for Isabel. After only a brief silence, she started to ask questions again, "Isabel, since we get the weekend off before we go to Glanchester, what are your plans? Are you going to see your boyfriend?” Isabel ignored her. Carla could not stand the endless pestering anymore and said grumpily, "Teresa, why do you keep asking about her personal life?” Teresa froze with shock and explained vainly, “Sorry Isabel, don’t get the wrong idea, I was just trying to find something to talk about.” Carla was relentl
Isabella replied within seconds, “I know, she’s the most cunning and arrogant person I know, I’m surprised it took so long for you to get stung by her.” It seemed like she was no stranger to Isabel’s aggression. Teresa heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing that Isabella was not going to tell her off for her lack of progress. She followed up with another text, “Sorry Isabella, she saw through me, I don’t think it’s very likely I can get more information from her from now on. I did some research on the car her boyfriend drove here every time he came to visit her. The model barely costs a million dollars so I’d wager he’s respectably rich, but not to the point of being absurdly rich.” Isabella replied after several minutes, “Alright, I see.” Teresa tried her luck, “By the way, you mentioned you got some script for me recently. How are things progressing?” Even though she failed to uncover the identity of Isabel's boyfriend, she still managed to take some pictures and videos o
Isabel gave Carla a reassuring look before stepping onto the stage, clacking her high heels against the platform. Bright lights beat on her from every direction. There were many attendees to the show and a lot of them were very fond of her as they cheered and cried out her name. "Isabel, I love you~" "Isabel, you’re awesome!" "Isabel, you’re so beautiful!” "..." The cheers reached one crescendo after another, there was no limit to their excitement. Almost everyone in the venue was chanting her name. Even Isabel was shocked by the reception. She smiled and waved at her rabid supporters. Just as she made it halfway down the runway, the lower half of her dress suddenly fell off. The frantic cries transformed into horrified gasps, sucking the air out of the venue. Even the host on stage was dumbfounded by what he was seeing. Carla, who was waiting for Isabel backstage, was no exception and nearly shrieked. Everyone present at the fashion show, from the a
Isabella was glaring at her viciously. It was quite clear that she could not fathom nor accept how Isabel managed to play it off with such confidence and coolness. Upon noticing Isabel's gaze on her, she immediately turned away from her sight. Isabel jerked her lips into a sharp grimace. “Isabel, Amanda is calling, do you want to answer the call right now?” Carla asked while handing a phone to her. Isabel continued staring at Isabella who was filing toward the stage and told Carla, “Not yet.” Carla carefully put away the phone while staring perplexedly at Isabel. Triss and Ramona were casting the same strange looks at her as well. Some of the other models who were waiting for their turn to go onstage as well as the ones who have already come off the stage were visibly confused to see Isabel still there as well. They were wondering why she was not changing out of her torn dress yet. Isabel continued holding the hem of her dress in hand and stared intently at Isab
Not a single person uttered a sound, save for Isabella who was groaning and gasping from the pain with her hands clutching her stomach region. Then, she gritted her teeth through the pain to look up at Isabel. She had nothing but hate in her eyes, and it was evident that she was going to tear Isabel apart. She shouted in a shrill voice, "Isabel, just wait! I will not let you get away with this. I will ruin your career and get you kicked out of the entertainment industry!” Isabel smiled sarcastically. “And how do you plan to get me kicked out of the entertainment industry? Using your cheap and dirty tricks?" Isabella flinched upon hearing this. Hate gleamed in her eyes again as she hissed through clenched teeth, "I have pictures and videos of you with your boyfriend!" Isabel was briefly taken aback but kept her wits about her. “And how is releasing footage of my love life supposed to ruin my reputation?" Isabella frowned, her gaze turning sinister. “What do you think w
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