Isabelle’s Point of View:
I looked at him and puffed.
“G-get away.”
He stepped aside, and I took a deep breath.
“And I don’t have time for you.” I slowly spoke, knowing that things would get worse if he kept behaving the way he was. Everything was barely bearable as it was. “I have an interview real soon. So, bye.”
I was about to leave when I heard him.
“You don’t wonder why Matt cheated on you and with Chloe, of all people?”
I stopped in my steps and turned to look at him. “How… Do you know about it?”
He smirked.
“How does everything go wrong in your life?”
I was having a few stupid thoughts, but shut them out. “You’re out of your senses.”
“Oh baby girl, I am not, but I am sure that you’ll be.”
My heartbeat increased when he called me that. I looked down and heard him chuckle. I looked back up at him.
“W-What?” I asked.
“Do you know how bad of an actress you are?”
I looked at him while my eyes threatened to moisten. I had thought a lot about what he was saying—about what he meant but I didn’t want to assume anything.
He wasn’t talking about my feelings… Was he? No, of course not. He wouldn’t know anything about them.
Either way, I didn’t have the courage to ask him what he was talking about.
“So, I really think we should talk. Right?” He continued.
I nodded slowly. “But, but I need to do this interview…”
“Don’t worry about it. Just tell me which university you need to go to and I will arrange a private interview later.”
I looked at him but couldn’t smile. I was afraid of his thoughts on my feelings and what he meant by the things he had said.
I was scared of how he knew about Matt and Chloe. No one knew about him.
He came to me and took my hand, dragging me to some place. I couldn’t focus on where he was taking me because his touch on my hand seemed to give me butterflies while his scent intoxicated me. I wish I could stay in the moment forever, but I didn’t want to be so scared.
We finally stopped after getting into a dark alley.
“Why are we here?” I asked slowly.
He sighed and stood leaning against the wall. “When you left Lebanon, I knew that I had to tell you everything. I didn’t think I would be here so fast.”
I stared at him. What was he talking about?
“Tell me what?”
He looked away and sighed. “You’re stupid. You know that?”
“Yeah, I do.”
He came closer to me while I took a step back, unknown to what he wanted. He kept coming till I hit the wall of the small alley and I could feel his breath on my face.
“Achilles.” I breathed slowly.
“I love my name from your mouth.”
Chills danced down my spine when I heard that. My eyes shot open, and I looked at him. He smiled, but then it turned into an evil smirk.
“You want me to say that to you?”
“I-I…”
He stepped away. “Did you think that I had no idea about your feelings all this time?”
I looked into his eyes, even though it was a little dark to see. I couldn’t understand him and his emotions. What?
I kept quiet.
“I knew from the day I stepped into your life. The way you looked at me, the first time. It was more than how a sister looks at a brother. It was more than anything.”
I looked down. So? What did he feel about it?
Why didn’t he say anything about it till now?
Why was he behaving so weirdly? What did he mean?
“Ace, what do you—”
“Don’t call me that.”
I bit my lip. I didn’t know what to say or do.
“Achilles,” I said, “Why didn’t you say anything till now?”
Somehow, in my mind and heart, I hoped and even believed that he was finally here to accept me. To do something about it, or at the very least—sympathise!
“Because it was fun.”
His voice was bitter when he said it. I looked at him confused, trying to interpret his sentences positively… If I could.
“It was fun watching you make a fool of yourself,” He continued. “To watch you trying to hide your sloppy emotions while knowing how wrong they were. To see you having everything ruined in your life while having no damn clue why that was happening.”
I stood quietly as I felt my heart shatter into pieces. It wasn’t a normal heartbreak. It felt like someone plunged a knife into my heart and twisted it again and again. Like someone threw me on a floor full of needles.
It felt like an everlasting pain I might never recover from.
I felt the strength fading from inside me. It didn’t make sense. These were emotions—how could they take any physical strength away?
But they did. I fell down on the ground suddenly, and a few silent tears streamed down my face.
My knees hurt from the sudden fall and I was sure that a little blood came out. But that didn’t even hurt me now.
There were no words after that. I felt footsteps retracting and soon I could feel that I was alone in the alley.
Alone with my broken, stupid feelings.
Again.
Isabelle’s Point of View:“No. It isn’t possible. You can’t possibly deny this!” I almost shouted at the representative on the phone call. She was Christina, a representative of Albert Einstein College of Medicine. She was telling me that “higher powers” had denied taking my interview!“I am sorry, mam. Please calm down. I am just the representative.”I sighed. She was right, but why would this happen?It was evident that Achilles had done that. There was no way this happened because of anyone else. But why?“You’re right. I am sorry for shouting. Have a nice day.” I just wanted to end the call so I could break down in my own little bubble.“Thank you for your understanding. Have a nice day.”I hung up the call and sighed heavily. I was already demotivated—I didn’t have the strength to call other universities to ask about the interview.I had one scheduled for tomorrow and it wasn’t cancelled yet, so I was definitely betting my horses on it. I hoped to Jesus that at least they’d give
Isabelle’s Point of View: “Welcome, Isabella.”I turned around to see Achilles with a small smirk. Frustrated, I let out a sigh. “I thought you couldn’t care less about the CA branch.”“Oh, that’s true.” He came and then stood by the table. “But you see, it has suddenly become so interesting.”“Aren’t you too busy with opening a new branch in NYC?” I carefully went to the other side of the room to avoid getting in any uncomfortable position.“No. I have decided to stay here for a while.”I scoffed.“Anyway. How’s the hotel? I thought it’d fit your interest,” he said.“You booked it?”“I own it.”I looked around the room and furrowed my brows. “I thought all hotel chains Roman Enterprises owned were named Roman Hotels.”“Well, that was when dad owned them.” He took a seat on the couch. “I don’t see the need to include the name everywhere.”“So, you’ve come here to flaunt your money and how you own the places I pay for? I know how rich you are. I know I am going to work with you. You c
Isabelle’s Point of View:“God!”I shouted hysterically, and woke up. My palms were sweaty, and I breathed heavily as I realised that it was a nightmare. Pulling my hair back, I tried to calm myself.After a moment, when I was a little composed, I looked around the hotel room. Images flashed across my mind of what had happened… and what didn’t.Overthinking took control immediately. I could have finally gotten what I had always fantasised about, but I ruined it. I didn’t know what was better… him giving me what I want just once, or never at all? Maybe it would have been harder if I got it once and never again. But was it possible to survive without getting it even once?I closed my eyes and remembered the nightmare I just had to avoid the obvious questions. I saw Achilles—as usual, but not what he was. He was a monster who couldn’t care less about anything. He… abused me and left me to burn.I shook my head vigorously and got up.“Ain’t Jesus on his side all the time…” I whispered as
Isabelle’s Point of View:“So, what is this about?” I kept my cool as we proceeded to go far from the company building. Achilles looked at me but found it in his best interests to ignore me!“Achilles—”“Just wait a few moments, will you?”He looked a little irritated by my constant questions. I slowly nodded, not trying to piss him off.We soon reached his car. “Get in, Bella.”I looked at him once again at the mention of my nickname, before getting in the backseat. My brain was pounded by the constant questions about where he wanted to take me, but I had a little trust in him—no matter how crazy that sounded. I could do anything to believe that maybe he cared for me.He soon entered the car too and started driving. I sat back comfortably and looked out of the car, aware of the speed we were going at.“I won’t tell Dad that you missed work today,” he said after a minute. “So, you shouldn’t either.”I looked at him and sighed. “Why will I miss work? It is not like I am gonna spend th
Isabelle’s Point of View: “I am giving you something, Bella. I am giving you a title in my life.” “And what is that?” “Mistress.” I looked at him, my face filled with horrified shock—not being able to believe what I heard. It was like a nightmare. Being a mistress was worse than not being anything to him; it was worse than being his step-sister. That was like the worst thing that he could have said. But it was so easy for him to say that. Did he actually believe I would accept it? “Are you out of your mind?” I said, pushing him away with all my force. He stumbled back, and I took a few steps sideways, increasing our distance. “Now you’re behaving like—” “Every time I hit a low in my life, why do you have to show that everything can be worse?” “I am doing this for you, you ungrateful brat. You’re the one who—” “I didn’t even say anything to you, did I?” I scoffed and said, finally getting a wrap up his plan. “I never came up to you and confessed my feelings. I never begged f
Isabelle’s Point of View: I looked at him with a blank expression while he left the room. My breathing was rasped.“I know what you think and feel, Bella, and that, right there, makes you the weakest person alive.”His words replayed in my brain like a recorded note kept on repeat. My heart was sad. I didn’t have any idea that things would get worse if he knew about my feelings.I had always imagined him to be kind. That if he ever came to know about my emotions, he would feel sorry for me and treat me better knowing how I suffered; but instead… he just made fun of me and my feelings at every chance he got.I looked at the rain again and a few drops of water came down from my eyes, resonating with the view outside. For the first time, I felt so hopeless that even escaping seemed to be worthless. It seemed like I wasn’t worth anything. Like I wasn’t even worth trying for myself — and I had nothing special or lovable in me.The feeling was terrifying, and the heartache was real. I coul
Isabelle’s Point of View:“Stealing my phone, Bella?”I froze in my place as soon as I heard him. I looked at him and he sat up with a smirk on his face.“I—I wasn’t—this isn’t what it looks like. I was not—”“Was not what?” He got up from the couch, his eyes fixed on mine. I looked down immediately. “I thought it was my phone. That’s why I was picking it up.”“Wow, you’re getting worse at lying every day!”“Funny you should say. Why don’t we just leave now? You’ve kept me locked in here like Rapunzel!” I said with sarcasm as I tried to dodge the topic.“Nah, Rapunzel had better hair.” He smirked and picked up his phone.“Did you just insult my—”“Uh-uh. Don’t even speak. You will give me second hand embarrassment, baby girl. Get ready because we will be leaving in 10.”I rolled my eyes. How dare he insult my hair? Just because he looked like a handsome Greek God doesn’t mean he could say anything!I sighed. As I was about to go, I suddenly had a non-amazing idea.“Who is Anna?” I tu
Isabelle’s Point of View:*Warning: This chapter contains mature content. Feel free to skip to the next chapter if it doesn't interest you.*He undressed me slowly, and I felt exposed and vulnerable. His fingers traced my body, from my belly down to my thighs, igniting anticipation within me."You feel amazing," he whispered, his voice oozing with seduction. I closed my eyes, unsure of how to react now that all my dreams were becoming a reality.His touch reached my most intimate area, causing me to let out a small gasp. Even though my eyes were shut, I could sense his gaze fixed upon me."Tell me how it feels," he murmured. "Tell me what you like."As soon as he finished speaking, his finger made contact with my delicate folds, and he began to stroke them up and down. I let out a slow moan; his touch was working wonders, and I was already incredibly aroused, even though he hadn't even truly begun."I..." I began to respond, but he interrupted me, keeping his finger in place and leanin