Isabella's manager informed her readily, “She’s too smart for that. She agreed to post an apology on Isabel’s official page, but taking a two-year-long hiatus is a no-go. The most they can do is six months.” Isabella scoffed, “Keep on dreaming.” Her manager suggested, “What do you think about meeting them halfway and settling on one year? I do think that two years is a tall ask.” "No, it’s either two years or nothing,” Isabella insisted. "If she doesn't want to, then so be it. Good luck with the public backlash.” Her manager asked cautiously, “Isabella, are you sure about this?” “I am very sure." She was not going to let Isabel off so easily! "Okay, I'll get back to her now." … Amanda was nervously waiting for Isabella’s manager to get back to her. Upon receiving word back, she became so furious that she slammed her phone against the couch. “Despicable! How dare they!” She paced around the living room anxiously. From a pragmatic standpoint, Isabel was a on
The video had a very clear resolution, and there appeared to be no signs of having been edited. Unsurprisingly, it had quite an effect on all of the netizens regardless of which side they were on amidst all of this. Everyone was stunned and silenced by the truth of the events. Albeit a very brief silence, the video spread very quickly across all platforms, and it had millions of views in no time. The people who had been slandering Isabel this entire time were humiliated. Some of them stewed in silence while others were quick to apologize to Isabel for ever doubting her. The people who had been neutral this entire time and were merely amusing themselves with the latest online drama were ecstatic about the unexpected plot twist. The tides turned in an instant, and everyone began turning on Isabella, even the ones who originally insulted Isabel. Isabel's fans were the first ones to take action. They swarmed the post that Isabella put up earlier during the day of her cryi
Just as she was about to put away her phone, she got a call from Isabella's manager. She was surprised to see her calling so soon, then she promptly answered the call. Isabella's manager sounded jumpy on the phone. “Hey, Amanda, you and I go way back, don’t we? Do you think you can get whoever it is to pull the video from the internet and have Isabel post a statement or something of that sort, clarifying that this entire thing has been nothing more than an inside joke between the two of them? If you’re willing to help us make things right for Isabella, we promise to give you anything you want.” Amanda scoffed condescendingly. What stood out to her most was the way Isabella’s manager’s tone switched so drastically now that the surveillance footage had surfaced. She only gave it a brief moment’s thought before stating, "I can't make the call myself. You and I know what Isabel’s temper is like. She didn’t even know about me calling you to ask for your help just now. She’d b
She had an access card to Decker’s suite in the hotel. Upon arriving at the hotel, she went straight to Decker’s suite using a secret tunnel reserved only for VIPs. She made sure to take the time to take off her coat and fix the collar around her dress before getting the access card out and swiping it against the sensor panel. Beep! With a mechanical ring, the door opened. She took a deep breath and stepped inside. She was just about to make for the master bedroom when she spotted a tall and dazzling figure a short distance from the entrance. The man himself was standing in front of a large French window and beholding the view of the city. He was dressed in a silver-colored sleeping robe that gave him a dignified appearance underneath the dim lights. A delighted smile surfaced on Isabella's face. She quickly went up to him and hugged him tightly from behind. "Mr. Rockwell…" she called out his name in the sultriest voice she could manage. Even she was surprise
Decker briefly shook his hands that were placed around Isabella’s neck only moments ago, and a stoic coolness returned to his eyes. It was as if everything that happened just now had been nothing but a hallucination. Still, Isabella was terrified. She crawled backward on all fours. Decker stood stoically and looked at her with a stiff smile hanging by the corner of his eyes. “I’m not going to help you on this one. Deal with it yourself.” Isabella stammered, “Oh… okay." Decker calmly arranged the collar of his robe. "Also, if it’s anyone that can plot against Isabel, it’s me. If I catch you trying to do something to her again, I promise you that I’ll end your acting career before you can even blink your eyes.” Isabella felt a chill run through her body, and she answered in a shaky voice, "I understand. It will never happen again.” “Get out.” Isabella hurriedly pulled herself up from the ground and ran outside. The door closed with a steady thud. A looming s
She wanted to know who managed to put together the surveillance footage. Perhaps this was the work of Amanda. Perhaps it was her parents and siblings who pulled through for her. Her mind was so focused on this that she forgot that she was still clinging to Roland. Roland was holding her hip with one hand to keep her from falling. He stood motionlessly like a sturdy mountain the entire time. Isabel went through her messages. Everyone was texting her. Amanda, Carla, Triss, and Ramona were congratulating her on finally having her name cleared of any further suspicions. They were all equally curious about the source of this miraculous footage. This ruled out the possibility that it was the work of any of them. Flint texted her as well. “I saw the video. Awesome work. No wonder you didn’t want us to help you. You had it all under control this entire time.” Isabel frowned suspiciously. By saying this, was he implying that none of her family members had anything to do
No, she had to get these whimsical thoughts out of her mind. This was the same thing as what happened with Decker five years ago. She had imagined herself spending the rest of her life until she got stabbed in the back. Decker had gone and got engaged to another woman just so that he could elevate his social status. He had even struck her across the face when she confronted him about it. However, Roland was nothing like Decker. Not only was he a very competent man, but he was also very considerate and took excellent care of her. Then again, he knew her true identity… She knew that Roland was not Decker, but her previous trauma was too great to ignore. She decided to stop worrying about the future and focus on the present. She put her mind off these troublesome thoughts for the moment. Roland emerged from the kitchen. He neatly set their meal on the dining table and promptly sat down with her. He attentively passed her a plate filled with food and another bowl of soup bef
Ding! Around evening, while Isabel was still snuggling peacefully in Roland's arms, she was rudely awakened by her phone ringing. She opened her eyes. The phone was on Roland’s side, so he swiftly passed it to her. It was Amanda calling. She promptly answered the call, “Hey, Amanda, what's the matter?" Amanda said solemnly, "Isabel, there’s something I need to tell you." “Go ahead.” "After that surveillance footage surfaced online yesterday, Isabella's manager approached me, and she has been pretty much pestering me the entire day today as well. She asked if you will post a statement on your page to help Isabella. Essentially, she wants you to claim that everything that happened between you two was an inside joke and to ask everyone to stop harassing Isabella over it. She says that if you do this for Isabella, they will give us anything you want.” Isabel yawned lazily and slowly sat up. She leaned against Roland's shoulder and said disinterestedly, “No.” S