“Heh.” Clarice scoffed, “I expected Decker to have better taste than this.” Decker? Decker?! Could this mean that this Miss Houston was… Isabella suddenly recalled Isabel’s mention of there being a certain fiancee of Decker’s. So, this was the Miss Houston that hailed from Southboro? Isabella looked at Clarice evasively and explained vainly, “Miss Houston, you must have been mistaken. Nothing has ever happened between me and Mr. Rockwell. A lot of people claim that he has something going on with me, but that’s not the case at all.” "Oh? How so? Why would you say that’s not the case?” “It may seem like that on the surface, but he never had the slightest bit of interest in me all along. I swear to you that nothing has happened between me and him since we’ve known each other!” she said with an earnest look in her eyes. She was telling the truth. Decker had barely touched her despite her best attempts of getting into bed with him. The look in Clarice’s eyes shar
Isabel continued reading her script. About forty minutes later, Roland gave her a video call. She was all out sprawled on the bed when she answered. His handsome, dashing expression was the first thing that popped up on the screen. She immediately noticed the background and saw that he was still at the office. She asked promptly, "Are you still working?” “Yeah, I need to meet a business partner later.” "What kind of business partner?" "He's from Liberty. We just finalized our letter of intent for collaboration last month.” Isabel nodded, feigning understanding, and remarked casually, “In that case, I won’t take your time. Get back to it.” Roland frowned. "Okay, make sure you get some rest.” “Yeap.” Isabel gave him one last lingering look before hanging up. … Her schedule over the following days was very tightly packed with countless shootings. She worked non-stop from the minute shooting began the following day. She would work from dawn till du
She glared at him. “Cut the crap. Are you coming down or not? I’m leaving if you don’t want to come down.” She wanted to walk away but Decker immediately came down from the car. He walked up to her and asked, “Where are we going?” Isabel said, “There’s a coffee shop in the hotel’s lobby. Let’s go there.” Decker curled his lips. “Alright.” Isabel was wearing the costume from the set and was walking toward the hotel. Decker followed her with a smile on his face. Many other crew members spotted her and Decker and they all looked at them curiously. Some who were closer to Isabel went up to her and asked, “Isabel, why are you with Mr. Rockwell?” Isabel answered honestly, “He’s here to talk to me about something.” “I see…” The person went off after getting a satisfying answer. After others saw Isabel’s cold reaction to Decker’s eagerness, their curiosity faded. Only Angela continued following them in secret. Then, a black BMW with Westchester City’s number plate cam
Isabel frowned. She knew what the man wanted to say. Decker was not only trying to ruin Roland’s reputation, but he even believed she rose to fame because of Roland’s resources. She had seen shameless people before but none were as shameless as Decker. Isabel asked, “Decker, you’re a b*stard but you snatched the family assets of the true heir. How could you have the face and audacity to show off in front of me?” He probably thought snatching people’s things was a proud achievement. Decker was probably offended by the word ‘b*stard’, his gaze turned cold. “I’m the same as Roland’s father, we’re both our father’s children. My father loved me more because I’m more capable, that’s why he left the assets for me.” He added, “Isabel, I got the Rockwells fair and square.” “If I’m correct, most of the Rockwells’ businesses are under Roland’s grandmother’s name.” A quick pause later, Isabel looked at him and smiled. “Decker, you know better than anyone if you got the Rockwells fair
Isabel was rendered speechless. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists. She wanted to punch Decker in the face but before she could, Roland held her hand. She could feel his warmth on her through his touch. At the same time, he replied coldly to Decker, “I’m already here when you guys sat down. I didn’t misunderstand anything.” In other words, he heard everything, including the disgraceful words Decker spoke of him. Decker’s expression froze. Isabel could not hold back her chuckle. Decker’s expression turned bitter. “Then I guess I won’t be the third wheel here.” He got up and wanted to leave. “Hold on,” Roland called him. Decker paused and turned around to him. Roland looked at him calmly and said, “I know you’re Isabel’s ex-boyfriend but this isn’t the reason for you to disturb her. If you continue to disturb her, I will—” “What will you do?” As if he heard a ludicrous joke, Decker cackled. “What will you do to me?” Roland looked at him. “I’ll factory
Meanwhile, at Isabella’s place, after she received the video and text from Angela, she went through it frame by frame. Angela took the video from a low angle outside the coffee shop, hence it did not record the conversation. She went through the attached text and pondered. Then, she edited Roland out of the video, leaving only the scene with Isabel and Decker. Next, she sent the video to Clarice and added the text, “Ms. Houston, my friend took this video at Glanchester. Mr. Rockwell went there to see Isabel again.” Since her previous meeting with Clarice, she took her number just in case, and she was afraid that Clarice would not believe her having nothing to do with Decker. She also promised once she got anything on Decker and Isabel, she would text Clarice immediately. With the video sent, it would be able to prove that Decker liked Isabel. A while later, Clarice replied, “Where are they in Glanchester?” Isabella answered, “Near the set of Legend of the Goddess. I heard
Confused, Isabel looked at him. “Why aren’t you eating?” Roland looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, “I don’t want to eat this.” “Then what do you want to eat?” she asked. Roland pursed his lips. “You.” Isabel’s eyes widened. Before she could react, his handsome face moved closer to her face and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was so strong that it felt like he was chewing on her lips. He lifted her and carried her to the bed. Even though he was walking into the room, his eyes never left her. Isabel, on the other hand, had not eaten enough. …Knock, knock. Knocks came from the door but Isabel was sleeping in Roland’s arms, drenched in sweat. The knocks woke her up and it irritated her. She bellowed, “Who is it?!” Clara said in a small voice, “Isabel, it’s me. The director told me to inform you that someone from Westchester is here to see you.” Isabel pursed her lips and regulated her temper. “Who is it?” “I don’t know, but the director looked serious
Rude? Isabel’s expression turned bitter. “Clarice, if you’re here to cause a scene, then please excuse me.” Isabel wanted to leave, but Clarice stopped her by bellowing, “Just you wait!” Isabel froze and looked at her as if she was looking at an idiot. She then continued to walk toward the door. “Isabel Ross, I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?!” Isabel was irritated. She turned around to Clarice and asked, “Clarice Houston, you’ve got a problem! Not me!” Clarice’s gaze shifted and instantly looked disheartened. She had never met someone as rude and disrespectful as Isabel in her life. She stared at Isabel coldly and said, “Isabel, with one word, I can make you disappear from the entertainment industry.” Isabel said, “I don’t believe you. Say one word.” Clarice was rendered speechless. Even her elegant facial features could not hit the ugly expression on her face. She told herself that she could not lower herself to reason with a cheap woman like Isabel, hence calmi
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