NARRATIONIsabel took a deep breath as she stepped out into the night. She tried to ignore the knot of worry in her stomach as she walked towards Mavis's car. She felt terrible about Jason's presence at the party and she wasn't ready to face him, he was her greatest nightmare. He broke her heart and she wasn't ready to cry all over again. The last thing Isabel wanted was to see Jason. He had been the cause of so much pain in her life, and she had finally started to move on. The thought of having to face him again was too much to bear. She knew that if she saw him, she would fall apart. She couldn't let that happen, not here, not now.She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize she was shaking until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around, her heart in her throat."Are you okay?" Estelle asked, looking a bit concerned. "Oh, Estelle. I didn't know you followed me here." She said, blinking off her tears. Estelle took Isabel's hand, her eyes wide with surprise. "
NARRATIONWith a collected composure, Estelle made her way to the table where the guys were drinking. She was determined to achieve her goal, and nothing was going to stand in her way.When Estelle reached the table, she was shocked by what she saw. Mavis was engaged in a physical altercation with Jason, and it looked like the later was getting the worst of it. His face was bruised and bloodied, and Estelle could see that he was in pain."What's going on?" she asked, taking Mavis'hand. "Mavis, what happened?"Mavis turned to her, his eyes filled with rage. "He insulted Isabel," he said in a low but dangerous voice. "I won't stand for it."Jason, his face bruised and bleeding, looked up at Estelle. "He's lying," he said, his voice weak and pained. "I would never say anything to hurt Isabel."Estelle looked back and forth between the two men, trying to make sense of the situation. Something didn't feel right. Mavis seemed too quick to anger, and Jason too quick to defend himself. She nee
NARRATION Mavis drove through the Beachside. He was looking for a place to park his car, but he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the scene before him.He spotted a small parking lot and pulled in. He shut off the engine and turned to Isabel. "Are you okay?" he asked. Isabel forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil she was feeling. "I'm fine," she said. "Let's just step out and take a walk around."Isabel's words were tinged with sadness and disappointment. "I thought today was going to be a special day," she said. "I thought it would be a day of celebration, but instead, it's been one disaster after another."Mavis reached for her hand. "I know it's been a tough moment," he said. "But it's not over yet. Maybe we can turn it around."Isabel gave him a weak smile. "I don't know how," she said. "I feel like I've lost my spirit.""See the area over there?" Mavis pointed out to the Beach. "I do," She replied."What do you see there?""Umm, wow, what a beautiful Yacht, it should
NARRATION Mavis wrapped his strong arms around Isabel and carried her up the stairs of the yacht, like a prince carrying his princess. Isabel felt weightless in his embrace as if she were floating on air. They reached the top of the stairs and Mavis gently set her down, never breaking their gaze. Mavis' eyes never left Isabel's as he descended the stairs, his fingers holding the zipper of his jeans in place. He reached the bottom of the stairs and dashed to the other side of the room, reaching for a small box that was hidden under a chair. He picked it up and hurried back up the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. Isabel's eyes followed his every move, her curiosity growing with each passing moment. She couldn't help but wonder what was in the box As Mavis opened the box, Isabel's eyes widened in surprise. Inside were items she would have never expected: a chain, a lock, a rope, and a blindfold. Her heart began to race, her mind spinning with questions. What did all of thes
ISABELThe bed in the room was a sight to behold. It was the center of attention, standing tall and regal with its intricately carved headboard and footboard. The fabric canopy draped down, adding a touch of elegance to the already luxurious bed.I gasped in surprise as Mavis lifted me effortlessly off the ground, his arms wrapped firmly around my waist. He carried me toward the bed like a prize. I felt a sudden desire as he laid me gently on the soft mattress, his eyes filled with an intensity that took my breath away."You are so beautiful," he said in his husky voice. "I've waited so long for this moment."He made toward the box he brought in earlier and began to pick out the items in it. Mavis moved away from the bed, his eyes never leaving my face. He reached for the box that he had brought earlier, and I watched with anticipation as he began to remove items one after another. First came the rope, which he coiled in his hands, running his fingers along the silky length. Then he
MAVISAs I slipped a finger into her pussy, the shrill ring of Isabel's phone shattered the moment, reminding me that the real world still existed beyond the intimate sanctuary we had created. I shot a glance toward Matilda's daughter, ensuring she remained unaware of the intrusion, and reached for the phone. A glance at the caller ID sent a jolt of alarm through me.“Who is it?" She asked, her voice laced with fear seeing that I couldn't speak up immediately. "It’s umm..." I hesitated. "A video call from Mom," I replied, trying to keep the edge from my voice.The magic of the moment dissipated and was replaced by a creeping sense of dread. I could almost feel Isabel's heart racing in tandem with mine as we both struggled to process the disruption to our carefully crafted scene.The call stopped but as soon as it did, it came again. The brief silence was shattered as Isabel’s phone rang, her mother’s name flashing across the screen. Isabel let out a small whimper, her entire body ri
ISABEL"Dad and Mom will be returning by tomorrow, very early in the morning," I said, joining Mavis in the bed. Mavis’ body tensed slightly at the reminder of our parents’ imminent return. He paused for a moment, gently stroking my hair as he processed the news. "Early morning, huh?" He murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of worry. "We’ll need to be more careful then."I nestled my head against Mavis’ chest, "We’ll figure something out. I’m not ready to say goodbye just yet."As the hours ticked away, we clung to each other in the dark room. Mavis’ fingers traced soft patterns on my skin, his heart pounding with the bittersweet knowledge that the morning light would bring a change.In the quiet stillness, my mind danced with the memory of our secret rendezvous at the Beach, the words "un poco loco" swirled out of my mouth. Mavis laughed at my attempts to use my limited Spanish vocabulary."Why did you say that?" He asked. "Do you remember how crazy it was when we snuck away from
ISABELNathan sped toward the airport instead while I leaned on the car seat to meditate on the News from the radio. The radio hummed softly in the background, providing a subdued soundtrack for my racing thoughts. As Nathan weaved through the traffic, my mind reeled with the implications of our parents' arrival. My stepfather’s return to Los Angeles seemed to be heralding a shift in the tides, a turning of the wheel that would send ripples throughout my stay in the Mulan's mansion. Soon, we got on the airport road. We would be arriving at the airport in a few minutes. The airport road loomed ahead, the iconic signs of Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) rising from the horizon like beacons in the distance. Nathan smoothly navigated the twists and turns, skillfully avoiding the chaotic tangle of traffic. My gaze drifted to the passing scenery, the familiar sights of the city rushing by in a blur.Stepping out of the car, I glanced around the bustling airport. The air buzzed wit
ISABEL It happened in an instant. A deafening and sudden explosion, "POP!" It felt like my soul was drawn out of my body. It was like the sharp sound of a gunshot. It shook even the foundations of the courthouse vehemently. "Isabel! Get down at once!" my stepfather's voice boomed from the back. But before I could do anything else, someone swooped in, grasping my waist and pulling me down. His steps faltered, and we both tumbled to the floor while I landed on his bleeding body. I gazed down in horror as blood gushed from his upper limb, his face contorted in agony as he clutched the wound. Everything went blurry, and I collapsed, unsure if I'd passed out or left this world behind. **** Third Person POV As Isabel and Mavis shared a desperate embrace, Jason's men burst in, flooding the courthouse with loaded guns. Jason had promised to pay them off if they succeeded together. They descended upon the courthouse by a hired helicopter, his heavily armed team catching t
Third Person POV Isabel shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. "No, Mavis, that's not what happened. She slipped and fell on her own, and then she tried to ruin my dress with wine. She's just trying to cause trouble." Mavis's expression turned cold as he gazed at Estelle, "You don't need to cry, my love," he said, turning to Isabel and taking her hand. "The cameras will clear your name. Look, there's the broken glass of red wine, proof of her actions." Estelle's face contorted in anguish as she screamed, "You believe her? Why don't you ever listen to me? I was only sipping my wine when she pushed me!" Mavis's eyes fell on Estelle once more, "Congratulations, Estelle. Your jealousy has cost you dearly. You've lost your place and respect as a part of the Mulan family. You never deserved to bear our name. I'll call a doctor to tend to you, and then the police will take you away to serve your sentence. You're no longer welcome here." "Please, Mavis, don't call the polic
Third Person POVMavis's estate in Beverly Hills, now referred to as the Big Master's residence, was buzzing with guests trooping in and out. The maids were busy attending to familiar and unfamiliar faces who had come to grace the ceremony.A commotion ensued at the entrance as some guests, who had not received invitations, attempted to gain entry.However, in accordance with Mavis's instructions, the security officers firmly turned them away, adhering to the strict "invitation-only" policy.Meanwhile, Estelle was hiding in the toilet to put a call through to her accomplice. "Jason, did I ask you to wait until after the wedding?" She asked over the phone."Yes," Jason replied, "You did, are you under pressure? I can hardly hear you." Moments earlier, she'd received a shocking instruction. She was to remain confined to the house, restricted from stepping out until the wedding was over. The reason was clear, Matilda mustn't see her. According to Isabel, her mother would worry that sh
Third Person POV Soon after Bennett left, Estelle settled into the living room sofa, engaged in a conversation with Jason. "Did you not tell me that he lost his job?" Jason continued, "yet he resides in a Beverly Hills mansion? How did he achieve that?" "Maybe Isabel helped him, you know she has a big business now." "Her business is barely a month old, and I doubt her funds could afford even a single room in Beverly Hills," Jason replied. "I suspect Mr. Mulan must have provided financial assistance to Mavis. But if it's Isabel, what about her employees, will she even pay them?" "Hmph! That's none of our business, we should make our move when Isabel is alone, but be warned, the estate is heavily guarded by vigilant security personnel." "Don't worry, I have a team of thugs who'll take care of her until she miscarries," Jason said grinning over the phone as he thought of the pain he would be inflicting on his ex-turned-enemy. "Yes!" Estelle concurred, "She should lose her b
Third Person POV Bennett's gaze was riveted on the sentences displayed on the card: "...for the Midtown Group." The logo accompanying the text seemed familiar. Mavis, oblivious to Bennett's sudden fascination, stood upright and said, "Alright, let me get a maid to show Estelle to her quarters." "I'll be with you shortly," he added, but Bennett's attention remained fixed on the identity card as he retreated. Bennett sat there, astonished, her mind reeling with possible interpretations of what she had just seen around Mavis' neck. Isabel called her name for the third time, snapping her back to reality. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I was just... umm..." Bennett stuttered. "What's wrong?" Isabel asked, noticing Bennett's distraction. "Your husband-to-be..." Bennett started, trying to form a coherent sentence. "Yes, what about him?" Isabel asked, becoming interested in her weird reaction. "Where does he work?" Bennett inquired. "Nowhere, currently. I told you, he's living off h
Third Person POV "You're not just evil, you're the devil herself!" Bennett exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage while Estelle laughed hysterically. "Of course, I am. Are you just realizing that?" She raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over Isabel and Bennett. Bennett turned to Isabel, "Listen, I know how you feel, but since you signed up for this, don't let her win." She urged. Isabel whispered back, "You mean I should kill her?" Her eyes darted to Estelle, who seemed to be enjoying the exchange." "No, but don't let her swing you around like a pendulum. Stand your ground, Isabel." As Mavis descended the stairs, his eyes scanned the room, taking in the tense atmosphere. His gaze landed on Bennett, and he understood that she could be tamed if ever she was upset about Isabel reuniting with him. But when his eyes met Estelle's, he was enraged. "Why are you here, Estelle?" Mavis demanded. Estelle smiled sweetly, her hand caressing her belly. "Where did you think Ju
Third Person POV In a luxurious Beverly Hills setting, a lawyer exchanged warm pleasantries with the soon-to-be-wed couple, Mavis and Isabel, before grasping his briefcase. "Thank you for having me Mr and Mrs Mavis," he said with a bow, and Mavis shook hands with him in appreciation. "Thank you, Sir, for coming around." With a smile, the lawyer nodded at them. "I'll arrange for the statutory wedding in a day. Have a beautiful day together." "Thank you," Mavis and Isabel chimed in unison. Isabel's pregnancy had been causing her discomfort and mobility issues since it became more pronounced, making everyday tasks a challenge. Some things, like using the restroom, required personal attention that a maid couldn't provide. This was why Mavis had been staying home to assist with her daily needs and to help her get around. Isabel's mother had accompanied her to Mavis' house when they moved in two days ago. She returned the next day to make arrangements for Isabel's postnatal c
MAVIS For a while, there was dead silence until Mom cleared the air, "Your Dad had immediately arranged for a violinist, in the person of Jane, and a pianist to make today unforgettable for you two." After her smile, she looked at her husband who smiled with a nod in return. Dad turned to us while we were still entangled with each other, his words catching us off guard. "From this moment on, my rightful daughter-in-law will be none other than my stepdaughter, Isabel. No one will take her place. Got that?" I nodded, still in shock. "Yes, I understand. It's something I had already agreed to." The room erupted in applause. Jane was there too, exchanging a knowing glance with Isabel, who smiled briefly in response. "A confession please, I have one more confession to make," Isabel said stepping forward while the room became silent again. My heart palpitated and although no one else spoke up about being anxious, I knew I wasn't the only one experiencing anxiety in the room. She
ISABEL "The truth is, he captivates me even until now. I've always imagined him as a husband never as a stepbrother," I choked on my words as emotions attempted to overwhelm me. Mom opened her arms wide, inviting me into her bosom. "Come here, dear," she said. "I want you to be happy and fulfilled. I know you ran away because of Estelle's lies, which Mavis believed. If not for that, you would have stayed and claimed him as yours." I nodded because her words were true, "I'd always wished he wasn't my stepbrother, Mom" I admitted, my voice muffled against her shoulder. "But I can't wish that he had chosen a different path to be with me because if he had, you wouldn't be with Mr. Mulan." Mom held me tighter. When she had released me, her face lit up with a broad smile. "Anyway, for peace to reign and for everyone to be content, we've decided to let go of the past. We're free to choose what makes us happy, as long as it doesn't come between us. And that's why...," she paused for a mom