Chapter Three
/-Isabelle-/
“Isabelle.”
My eyes fluttered open and the brightness of the place almost blinded me.
I shut my eyes tightly.
I was quick to realise that the pain in my legs was gone. Even the one at the back of my head where I supposedly hit a stone.
Why couldn't I feel any of that?
Is this the afterlife?
“Isabelle.”
I heard my name again and my eyes opened once again. Something seemed to be approaching me from the bright light.
On seeing the figure, I tried to push myself up but it felt impossible. It was as though I was floating in space.
A woman approached me and my jaw sagged at her immense beauty. I have never seen anyone so gorgeous.
“I have seen your suffering and the betrayal you have received from the one you call mate…” she started, and my mind went spiralling with questions.
Who was she and what did she know about Thomas and I?
“Do not bother yourself with who I am, child. I am here to grant you a second chance to live the life you were deprived of,” she said, taking out the infinity necklace.
My eyes widened. What was she doing with the necklace Damian gifted me?
“He is your true mate, child. You will go back and make things right but I must warn you, you have to be careful so you don't repeat the past mistakes,” she said.
I was still confused and scared. Everything was happening so fast that I barely had the time to grasp it.
“Go.”
She placed the infinity necklace around my neck and my eyes went shut against my will.
It felt like only a second had passed when I opened my eyes again. I was in a strange room and there were up to five maids in the room.
“Are you okay, my lady?” One of them asked.
“Does your neck still hurt?” Another asked. They were all strange faces asking after my health and I was beyond confused.
Why were there so many people in here? Where was I? I looked around the room and it was unusually large and strange to me.
“We should get the doctor; the fall was so hard that I thought she stopped breathing for a second, and her head is still bleeding!” The servants said amongst themselves.
That was the only familiar thing in all they said. I touched my head only to realize there was a bandage wrapped around it.
The door opened suddenly, and a middle-aged woman came rushing to me.
“My baby! You're awake!” She wrapped me in a hug. “I was so worried about you. I thought I lost you when I heard you tripped in the bathtub,” she said.
Bathtub?
That didn't sound right.
“Are you feeling any pain? We all thought you died, baby. You weren't breathing,” she sobbed.
Okay, who is this woman and what is she talking about? I tripped in the bathtub and stopped breathing.
“Your father will be so pleased to see you awake, Annabelle,” she exclaimed.
Annabelle?
Who is that?
My name was Isabelle. I remembered that clearly so why was this woman addressing me with a different name?
“Annabelle?” I repeated and she gave me a strange look. Before she could say anything, the doctors rushed in and they began examining me.
Everything was still strange to me. The room, the people, their mannerisms, everything, including the way they dressed.
Were they even wolves?
I couldn't risk exposing myself until I was sure of that. As the day went on, I discovered I was no longer Isabelle Flynn but Annabelle Delgado, heiress to one of the biggest business conglomerates in the country.
I was in a completely different life now, one where there was nothing like wolves and mates.
I also discovered I was six years ahead of the time I died.
My long dark hair and hazel eyes were replaced with strawberry blond hair and steel blue eyes.
The words of the strange woman echoed in my head and everything slowly began to make sense.
This was the second chance she was talking about.
My chance to find Damian, my true mate. As I stared at my reflection, I fiddled the infinity necklace on my neck.
I was in the body of a billionaire heiress. I had all the power and affluence I needed at my fingertips.
I was going to make them all pay for everything they did to me. For the life they took from me, I will make them suffer.
“.... You have to be careful so you don't repeat the mistakes of the past…”
Her words echoed in my head.
I spent the following week gathering as much information as I could about this new world.
I realised that Thomas and Alisa were a celebrity couple with a five-year-old daughter.
Thomas owned a big fashion line with Alisa modelling for him.
Damian, on the other hand, was CEO of the biggest beauty companies in the country, and they were rivals.
But none of that mattered to me. I was more interested in meeting Damian and with my current position and power, it wasn't that difficult.
I arrived at LuxeGlow companies, impressed by the gigantic set of buildings and the luxurious cars I saw driving in and out.
I headed in and met with the secretary. Her eyes widened on seeing me.
“Oh my God! Annabelle Delgado!” She exclaimed. “I'm a huge fan of your work and…” she cleared her throat awkwardly realising she was being unprofessional. “How may we be of service to you, ma'am?”
“I have an appointment with Mr Salvatore,” I answered.
“One minute,” she dialled his number and informed him of my presence. “First office by your left, last floor,” she said to me.
“Thank you.”
When I arrived at his office, the man I met was a lot different from the Damian I was used to.
His mere aura screamed power. Those grey eyes were ice-cold and his demeanor was every bit domineering.
I was expecting a warm reception from him as I made to hug him, but when cold, emotionless eyes met mine, I knew I was in for a big surprise.
“Welcome, Miss Delgado. Have a seat,” he offered, and I retreated, moving to sit.
“I'm so happy to see you, Damian. It's been so long and I haven't…”
“What business are you here for, Miss Delgado?” His cold response caught me off guard. “Hurry up, I do not have all day.”
My mouth went agape.
I couldn't believe he was addressing me with such coldness.
“Yes?” He said impatiently. “Say why you're here or leave. I have better things to attend to.”
Chapter Four/-Isabelle-/I didn't understand what was happening.Why was he being so cold to me all of a sudden?Was it because I looked different?“Well?” He leaned back in his seat, and I racked my brain for something to tell him. I couldn't bring up our relationship in the past where we were estranged lovers.Who would believe that tale to begin with?“I… I am here to model for your company!” I said suddenly, even though I had no idea what I was doing or what was going to be involved in modelling for anyone.“I'm not sure I heard you correctly,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me.“I said I want to model your products. Let's work together,” I repeated confidently.“Have you ever modelled before?” He asked and I shook my head. “And you believe my company is the best place to start?”“Absolutely,” I shrugged.An irritated expression crossed his face.“Listen carefully, Miss Delgado, my company is not hiring new models and even if we were, you wouldn't fit in the job description,” he
Chapter Five/-Isabelle-/"Do you not have better things to do with your time?" Damian asked.A puzzled expression crossed my face, "Better things like what?""Like running your company? Developing new products? Shopping? Anything!" He sighed. I arched a brow."To the best of my knowledge, we should be carrying out the first two tasks together. We are supposed to be partners and your company hasn't even drafted a contract," I stated."Because we are analyzing your company's portfolio. We need to know that this partnership would be of benefit to us!" Damian groaned, the berating look in his eyes, clear as day.I was certain his team were analyzing for weaknesses and cons. He probably asked them to dig up anything they could to cross Lumina Luxe off the list."Is that what they're really doing?" My words came out as a scoff. "You and I know that you have no interest in partnering with me. What I don't understand, however, is why you felt the need to lie to Thomas. At least he saw potent
Chapter 6/-Thomas-/“Honey, you've been staring at that woman for almost twenty minutes now, what's so special about her?” Alisa asked. “What can I say? She is quite interesting,” I shrugged and she stopped filing her nails. Her eyes narrowed at me and I chuckled. “Come on, you know what I mean.” A frown crossed her face. “I don't, tell me.” I knew where this was heading. Alisa was an insanely jealous person, even when there was nothing to be jealous about. “She is the CEO of Lumina Luxe, Annabelle Delagdo,” I started and she rolled her eyes.“Oh, the spoiled heiress of a billionaire empire. Tell me something I don't know,” she huffed. “Maybe, but Lumina Luxe doesn't belong to her father. It is her company and you can't deny she has been doing quite well,” I stated. “With her father's influence, it'd be a shock if the company folded. Her family has already built a name over the years, so it would be a piece of cake for her to own a company. So what makes her interesting?” Alis
Chapter 7/-Annabelle-/“What happened, young miss? You've been sulking since you came back,” Miss Henrietta, my personal maid, asked. I wasn't ready to discuss the heartbreak with anyone. It would only make me hurt more.All my work in the last few months had just been in vain. What was the need of getting close to him when he already belonged to someone else?I wasn't one to steal another woman's man. That would simply make me Alisa. I also couldn't put in any conscious effort to make him mine. That would still be snatching.I buried my face in my pillow, resisting the urge to scream out the pain and frustration. “Should I get your mother, young miss?” She asked. I turned my head away, backing her to hide the tears streaming down my cheeks. I didn't want her dragging the entire family in here, just because I was having a bad day. “Don't bother her, Miss Henrietta. If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone,” I said, keeping my voice as steady as I could manage. “Are you sure? Is t
CHAPTER 8/-Annabelle-/Sally’s Cafe was my next stop. Not only did it have the best coffee but their doughnuts were heavenly. It was the reason I set here as a meeting place with Damian. The grump insisted on his office, of course, but it had too many memories I would rather forget. He was running late, so I ordered a latte. Thirty minutes went by and he was still nowhere in sight. “If I were the one running late, he would give me a lecture on punctuality and call me a brat,” I huffed, taking a sip of the hot liquid. I contemplated giving him a call to remind him of our agreement but decided to give him thirty more minutes.The possibility of him showing up with his little girlfriend made my stomach tightened. I choose this place to escape her. She was his employee, and certainly, she would want to mark her territory when female clients were involved; at least, that is what I would do.I didn’t want her shoving their relationship in my face. I took another impatient glance at my
CHAPTER 9/-Annabelle-/I sat at my work table going through the partnership contract he sent to me. Miss Henrietta walked in to serve some snacks.“I brought apple pie for you, young miss, with some juice,” she informed me. “Thank you, Henrietta. Put them here,” I cleared the files on my table quickly. I was more comfortable working from home, and my room was quite massive, so I created a work section for myself. It didn't take much to set it up, thanks to Mrs Henrietta. Just a desk and chair, a small shelf for all my office files, along with my laptop. I worked from home at least twice every week and on weekends. My family did their best to stay out of my way during that time. I didn't take it lightly when someone interrupted my work, except Mrs Henriette, of course, and that was mostly because she came with entertainment.I noticed that she remained in the room, even after serving me. “Is there a problem, Henrietta?” I asked her. A sceptical look crossed her face. Like she wa
Annabelle-/The boy stared at me with a huge grin but I couldn't bring myself to return it. He hugged me immediately.“It feels so good to finally meet you!” He exclaimed. “Uhm… yeah…” I said awkwardly, patting his back so he wouldn't feel like I wasn't returning his hug. He pulled away to study my expression. “You don't seem too happy to see me. Is it because of the way I spoke over the phone?”“No… no, it's not that…” I said quickly. “I just… you know, wasn't expecting to…” I didn't know how to put the words without hurting him. He was just a kid after all. “Just expecting my brother? He had to handle something real quick. His flight will be coming in tomorrow,” he explained and relief washed through me.I almost developed a heart attack thinking she was dating this little boy. “I'm just a little disappointed, you know. I told my family I was going to introduce him,” I sighed. “Oh, you can introduce me; I don't mind,” he grinned, and I chuckled. “Introduce you? My father wo
Chapter 11My phone buzzed, breaking my focus from the endless documents on my laptop. The screen lit up with Travis’s name—my manager. I sighed, already knowing this call wouldn’t be pleasant. Lately, it seemed every time he called, it was more stress piled on top of an already impossible workload.I answered. “Hey, Travis.”“Good evening, Miss Delgado. I’ve sent the daily report to your inbox,” he said, his voice steady.“Thanks, but did you really need to call?” I asked, feeling the weight of the day's work on my shoulders.“There’s been... a development,” he hesitated, and the tone in his voice made my stomach tighten. Something was wrong.“What happened?” I demanded, already bracing myself.“You haven’t checked the company’s official page, have you?” he asked quietly.“No. What’s going on?” My anxiety spiked.“There’s a video that went viral. A customer claims our anti-aging product caused serious side effects. Her face—it's swollen, covered in burns and boils. She shows before-a
Chapter Twenty Three/-Annabelle-/We had focused on finishing our food after we realized that we wouldn't find any answers anytime soon.I just had to be patient and let Damian find out more information about her.A sigh of satisfaction left my mouth as I sprawled in my seat, my hand rubbing my belly. “Wow, when was the last time I ate this many hamburgers?”Damian, who had long finished his two burgers, was watching me in amusement. “Do you always eat like this?”My heart fluttered at the small smile on his face. “No. Just when I'm stressed.”“Hmmm.” That same look passed across his face.I sat up. “You called me out here for something. What's up?”He threw me a grin, his teeth sparkling under the lights in the restaurant. I ignored the flip of my heart. “I've gotten information about Sarah that could not only hurt her but also throw her entire family in jail.”I blew out a whistle as I straightened my spine, awe filling me. “That right there is the Damian I know. Remind me not to e
Chapter Twenty Two/-Annabelle-/Taylor Swift's voice wafted into my ears from the background as Damian sat at the table with me.My gaze lingered on his muscled chest, which was covered by a black T-shirt. I ignored the butterflies in my stomach that came alive at the sight of him, only realizing just now that he too was staring at me. Watching, even.Heat rushed to my face, and I blinked vigorously. “Stop looking at me like that,” I let irritation mask the fluster in my voice.He peered closer. “You don't look so good. Did something happen?”“You would not believe what happened.” I waved to the waiter, catching his attention.Damian raised a brow, his piercing eyes studying my face as if I were a math textbook or something.“God, I'm so stressed, I could eat twenty whole burgers.” I sighed in frustration, wincing at the pounding in my head.Something flashed in Damian's eyes.I threw him a concerned look. “Again, why are you staring at me like that?” It wasn't that I had a problem w
Chapter Twenty-One/-Annabelle-/My appetite was nowhere to be found, and I glared at the food before me.“I'm pretty sure the sushi was not the one peering into your car,” Frankie said in a teasing tone.I transferred the glare to him while he stole a piece from my plate.“What? You're clearly not eating that,” he said, wide-eyed, with his chopsticks in mid-air.“Who the hell was that woman?” I said, more to myself than to him. “What was she searching for in my car?” “I'm sure it's something you don't have to worry about, Anna,” he chewed on. “You said you could eat a whole elephant earlier, and now you're here with a whole lot of food in front of you, and you won't eat. Come on. Don't let one bad thing stop you from enjoying the good things in life.” His eyes softened as he spoke.I released a sigh. “You're right. I shouldn't let it bother me.”Three beats passed.“But what if she's somehow linked to those threats I keep receiving?” Frankie released a groan. “I'm serious, Frankie.
Chapter Twenty/-Annabelle-/The feeling of unease in my bones didn't go away even as I studied the ongoing projects for the next line of products my company was releasing. Normally, immersing myself in work made me forget my problems.I let out a sigh of frustration when I caught myself reading the same line ten times in the past minute. I just couldn't concentrate.I was grateful when a knock came on my door. The distraction was very much needed.“Come in,” I called out, frowning when Frankie's head bobbed into the office. That was definitely not the distraction I needed.He gave a small smile before letting himself in and taking the seat in front of me. “Did you have a fun night?”I narrowed my eyes. “Do you enjoy having a big mouth?”His eyes slightly widened as confusion filled his face.“You told Gerald about the drinks we were getting and about Damian, who happens to be nothing more than a friend and a business partner,” I said through gritted teeth.Frankie shifted where he sa
Chapter Nineteen/-Annabelle-/My head pounded like my brain cells were having a party or something. I let out a curse. I shouldn't have drunk so much.My heels clacked against the tiles as I headed to my office. It was ten in the morning, and despite my put-together appearance, I was a mess inside.As I tried to settle into work, a message from Gerald popped up. Confusion graced my face when I scrolled up and saw the many messages he had sent me last night after Frankie left. Then, I remembered that I had turned off my phone after that threatening message was sent to me.Gerald: Frankie told me you were at a bar with your business partner.I raised a brow as I scrolled down.Gerald: Why aren't you responding to me?Gerald: I hope you aren't doing what I'm thinking.My hand fisted on the table as I read on.Gerald: Why aren't you responding to your texts, Anna?Gerald: If you're cheating on me, Annabelle, I swear to the goddess…My blood boiled as I took in the last message. First off
Chapter Eighteen/-Annabelle-/It was official. I hated Sarah with every cell of my being. First, for making Damian hurt, and next, for daring to blackmail him.We were sitting side by side at the counter, the soft piano music still playing in the background. Damian's eyes were glazed over, proof that the alcohol was beginning to get to him.“Why would she hurt you like that? After everything you both shared together?” My hands were fisted on the counter as I glared at my drink.“People change when they realize they can't get what they want.” He took another sip of his drink. “I don't blame her. Anyone in her position would probably try to do the same thing.”I gave him a look of disbelief. “Not everyone, Damian. There are good people out there,” I said softly.He snorted. “Everyone wants power and riches. Some people's level of zeal is just higher than others.” He scowled at his drink, his eyes intense.Silence settled between us. “What does she want you to do?” It was the one questi
Chapter Seventeen/-Annabelle-/Warmth filled my body as I downed another drink. The bitterness of the scotch stung my throat, making my face scrunch up.“Your brother is being an ass,” I drawled as I gestured at Frankie with my empty glass. Yep, I was definitely tipsy.Amusement flickered in his eyes. “I second that, and I'm so sorry about the way he's acting.”I frowned. “Don't be sorry; your brother's an ass. It's not your fault.” I drawled on, gesturing to the bartender for a refill.“Am I missing something?” Damian, who had been silently watching our exchange, finally asked.At first, I had been worried about how quiet he was, but now that he spoke, I was thrilled that he was finally coming around.“I was supposed to take Gerald to meet my parents, but the dickhead keeps canceling on me for no apparent reason,” I whined to Damian, who tilted his head in thought.“And where is this Gerald?”“He's away on a trip,” Frankie answered before I could open my mouth.“Yeah.” A giggle esca
Chapter Sixteen/-Annabelle-/“Never mind. Congratulations, by the way, on fixing the bug. I'll talk to you later.” I raised a brow at the tiredness in his tone. “Okay, but—”He hung up.That was rude. I glared at the phone as if he could see me from his end. What was his deal anyway? “I guess I underestimated you too, huh?” Those words resonated in my mind.Curiosity gnawed at my insides. Who else did he underestimate? I opened the door to my office, and for the first time in days, I welcomed the silence.No shrill rings from office phones, just utter quiet. As I headed to my desk, I inhaled deeply while I settled into my chair.I opened my laptop and went straight to the video of the woman who had spread fake rumors about my products, apologizing profusely.“I am deeply sorry for having spread false information regarding the products. I admit that I was bored and needed attention. I apologize for the harm this has caused to Annabelle, her company, and everyone else involved. Again
Annabelle-/“You, Miss Delgado, I want you.”I almost scoffed. So predictable. But like I said, two could play this game.My fist tightened under my desk while I gave him a sultry smile. “Don't you have a wife, Mr. Anderson?” I asked as I leaned forward. “I don't want any trouble.” My voice turned soft as my gaze fell.“Of course she won't give you any trouble.” He hurriedly spoke as his eyes slightly widened, seemingly taken aback that I easily fell into his games. “You'll be my little secret, and together we will move this company forward, taking the world by storm.”I looked away, feigning sadness and defeat. “But I don't want to be your little secret.”“Then you won't be, I promise. Just give yourself to me, and I'll do anything for you.”I almost visibly smiled to myself before I caught myself. This was going easier than I had planned.“Anything?” I asked coyly, letting my hands circle the mouth of the coffee cup as I feigned contemplation.He nodded vigorously, his eyes wide, no