"Your mother has been constantly coming over, demanding to see you." Isabelle's hand holding a glass of cold orange juice froze in front of her mouth."What do you mean has? "She doesn't even know your place of work." "My company's advertised all over, babe; of course she knows." "The security wouldn't let her past the lobby though, so I didn't really get to see her." Isabelle's hands finally stirred, placing the glass back on the counter. "Did she say why she wanted to see me?" "She has been constantly calling me, but I never answer; I have nothing to say to her." She sighed, remembering how her mother had reacted when she found out about her pregnancy. "She did, yesterday. When they wouldn't let her in, she was dragged out screaming that she had something important to tell you about your father." Christian hadn't planned to tell Isabelle about the visits, but when her mother mentioned her father, he knew she had to know."That's unlike my mother; she would never do anything to ga
"What?!" Isabelle managed to utter in a barely audible voice."I'm sorry." Her mother whispered back. Christian reached for the phone, which was on the bed but Isabelle put some distance between them, indicating that she didn't want to talk to her mother."Did you find out about it recently, or were you aware of it all before it happened?" Christian spat the question, snaking his arm around Isabelle's waist. He pulled her to his side and guided her back to the bed. "After, I swear I didn't know about it until Sam passed by later that night. I overheard the two talking, with Sam demanding the rest of the money promised to him." Isabelle's mother pleaded, pressing her mobile phone forcefully on her ear."Did you?" Isabelle paused as she sat on the bed, feeling as if her whole world was crushing down right in front of her."Did you look for me after you found out?" When a temporary silence enveloped the phone call, Isabelle and Christian kind of knew what her mother's answer would be. T
"Is your mother capable of committing murder?" The detective asked, looking at Isabelle to read her reaction. They were still outside Isabelle's house after the detectives combed the scene. Several media houses were covering everything live, and the police officers were controlling a crowd that had formed. "No, and why are you asking if the man is still alive?" Isabelle answered, leaning on Christian's side. She was physically and emotionally utterly exhausted; she couldn't explain the turmoil she was in. She didn't know what to feel or how to react anymore."We need you to come down to the station for a formal interrogation." Isabelle swallowed, looking at the ambulances, private cars, news vans, and patrol cars that were packed down the street in front of her parent's house. "If I may, officer. Isabelle has had a very tiring day; she needs to rest for tonight." Christian stated sternly, holding the officer's gaze. It was already dark, and Isabelle just wanted to take a shower, ea
"No, I am not leaving her. What if he comes and finishes his j...?" Isabelle hiccuped, grasping her mother's hand as she sat beside her hospital bed. Christian insisted he take her home for a well-cooked homemade meal, a hot bath, and sufficient rest. "He can't even walk, babe; you saw how pathetic he is. They have two officers outside his room; there's no way out for him." Christian took in Isabelle's dark circles under her eyes, her pale cheeks, and her chapped lips. She had spent over 12 hours in the hospital—the whole night beside her mother. He had no option but to spend the night with her, just to make sure she wouldn't do anything drastic."She won't even open her eyes." Isabelle's voice broke as she blew her nose using her free right hand. She was on the verge of tears again, and Christian couldn't recount how many times she had cried. It was six in the morning, and the girl refused to even close her eyes."The doctors sedated her heavily, you know that.They said it'd take ti
Isabelle's mother gave the detectives all the information she had; she didn't leave any tiny details. As Isabelle sat there and listened to her mother reveal everything, she couldn't help but realize she never really knew her father. She talked about the hours he'd spent on his computer in the basement. He hid the password and insisted that it was work-related."We wanted to talk to him, but the doctor refused; our men have camped outside his door, though." The detective explained after recording my mother's statement and our interrogation. She was the key witness in his case.They were going to bring charges against Mr. Jenkins. Ranging from three counts of blackmail, attempted first-degree murder, domestic violence, assault, and others Isabelle couldn't understand. Christian's personal lawyer had taken up the case and had the backing of the state and the prosecutor's office if more evidence were found."Has he been this violent before?" Mr. Baron asked, listening attentively as Mrs.
Christian and Isabelle exited as soon as they entered Sean's office. Inside, Dion was left scrambling to cover himself, his heart racing. partially because of the arousal and the fucking session, then the abrupt entrance by his boss. He didn't really have a problem with Isabelle walking in on them, but Christian—he was his boss, for goodness sake."Is he going to fire me?" He panted, his eyes darting around as if Christian was still there. Sean laughed as he pulled up his trousers and buttoned them in place."Why would he?" Sean took Dion's hands when the young man finished dressing up. He was completely shaken; his legs were wobbly, and not because he had been bending over. "Are you kidding right now? My boss just found me having sex inside his building with the COO." Dion was hyperventilating; his emotions were messed up because he felt like Sean wasn't taking him seriously. Yes, he was Christian's best friend, but Dion wasn't, and if Christian decided to fire him, then his boyfrie
The next day, Christian dropped Isabelle off at the hospital and left. He had a very important meeting that he couldn't afford to miss. A security company was facing losses, and to avoid being closed up, opted to sell the last of what they had to Black Inc. Isabelle found her mother already awake, with the detectives by her bedside."Isn't it a little too early for this?" Isabelle didn't even say hi as she walked towards her mother. She placed the shopping bag in her hand on the table and went about serving her mother the breakfast she had prepared. "It's okay, honey." Her mother hugged her when Isabelle leaned over, kissing her on the forehead."It's 8.30, mom; you don't need to wake up to this." She understood the urgency to put her father behind bars, but her mother also needed time to recover. "We're sorry, Ms.Isabelle but we just wanted to brief your mother about what we uncovered yesterday." Baron replied curtly, giving Isabelle a hand as she helped her mother up to enjoy baco
"You know that because you're a witness and not a suspect, you can choose not to take the lie detector test." Mr. Russell, the younger detective had observed Mrs. Jenkins' restlessness. His detective instincts went up again, just like the previous day. She had some skeletons in the closet, and he suspected they had something to do with what they found out. They had gathered information about her husband's uncle that lived in Gordon State. He was real, a drug lord who had been convicted of child trafficking a month before his nephew's wedding. The family never talked about him because, to them, he was dead. The uncle wasn't married, but he had a son who couldn't have children, the same age as Isabelle's father."No, I have to." Russell, Baron, and Isabelle both looked at the woman, her demeanor changing immediately."Mom, you have been through a lot already." Isabelle said, hoping that whatever her mother was hiding wasn't that big of a deal. "I have to do this—anything to prove my s
A month after Isabelle's father's burial, Isabelle and Dion had grown impossibly closer. Their relationship with their mother had tightened. Isabelle was back to talking with Dylan, even though Christian didn't like it. Sam had been arrested for blackmail and gotten a one-year sentence, while Stanton got one year of probation."I don't understand why you're nervous." Sean shook his head, looking at his friend, who couldn't stop pacing. The park was closed as darkness approached fast on that Tuesday."Do you think they'll come?" Christian asked, stopping for a second to look at the park's entrance."Of course, I just got off the phone with Dion. He said that they'll be here any moment now. She still has no idea about what's happening, and they are still lying to her." Sean explained, scrolling through his phone to rehearse the speech with Christian."What did they tell her?" Christian knew Isabelle was curious to know why Dion and her mother were taking her to a local park at 7 p.m."G
"She came onto me; gosh, you always date them whores." Christian's father scoffed, shrugging his shoulders, when Christian shot him a glare."It was the only way to get you to talk to me." Isabelle addressed Christian. "She would have done something stupid, so..." Tiffany chimed in, crossing her legs."Shut up!" Both Christian and his father uttered at the same time, making Tiffany roll her eyes. She wasn't fazed by their testosterone; she just wanted her friend and boyfriend to reconcile."I'm sorry." Isabelle started, the memory of her boyfriend leaving her in the morning without a word crowding her mind. "I don't want to listen to anything you have to say. You said enough yesterday." Christian dismissed, lifting his hands above his shoulders. "Tiffany just sent you a photo of me and your father. Feel free to use it if you want to end the contract you have with him." She then turned to Tiffany and beckoned with her hand. "Let's go." Isabelle blinked back tears as she walked over
"Christian please." Isabelle held on to his hand with her hands to stop him from walking out of their bedroom."I'm so sorry, baby say something, please, anything." She begged, sniffing. Christian used his free hand to open the door and easily got out of Isabelle's grip. He didn't look back as he stepped into the hallway, heading to the staircase that led down to the sitting room and the kitchen.Isabelle followed, breathing through her mouth to get air past her clogged nose. She had to jog to match Christian's long strides. He came home late after the fallout in the office the previous day. Hadn't said a single word to Isabelle; when she woke up, she found him already dressed and heading out. He had no plans of even glancing at her. Yes, she was grieving, but that didn't give her an excuse to bring his parents into the mix. "Are you seriously going to leave me here begging you?" Isabelle shouted as Christian picked up his car keys from the bowl on top of the kitchen counter. When he
"So it really was about money." Christian spat, speaking to himself. When Isabelle had said he didn't understand what she was feeling, he gave a quick thought about it. For a second he thought that maybe something else was wrong with his mother the day he almost stabbed him. At that moment, as his hand found the door knob, Christian could feel his entire body getting cold."I'm sorry Chris, I'm so sorry." He didn't look back as he stepped out, tuning off his mother's voice. What had he really expected by going to see her? More plans from his father to finish him? For what? He grew up thinking that parents were supposed to be proud of their children. For his parents though? One was money hungry, the other one was both greedy, jealous and just monstrous.He had left his car outside the gate so it was a long stretch. He had to go past the fountain on the front yard and walk for a few minutes before he got to the outside. "Chris please! I should have been there for you, I should have stoo
"That fucking coward!" Isabelle screamed, pulling at her hair, which was held in a bun. Christian engulfed her, minimizing her movements as she thrashed around. Dion stood silently, staring right at his feet. His gut boiled, bile rising up his throat on waves of anger. His skin prickled as his hands clenched into fists. "Cowaard!" She screamed again as she hit Christian's chest. She tried pushing him off her, but he just wouldn't budge. "At least he's not in your life anymore." Christian regretted his words the moment he uttered them. "Shut up! Are you justifying his cowardice now? He sold my brother! He separated us and broke my mother in the process. He fucking tried to kill her and framed me for having sex with my own cousin. He deserved to rot in jail. How can you stand there and spew such bullshit Christian? How the fuck can you?"Isabelle was seeing red, her eyes changing from teary to shooting daggers. "Isabel.." Christian loosened his grip, feeling like she had just kneed h
"I'm so sorry for leaving yesterday without talking much." Dion stated the moment Isabelle entered Sean's office. Christian had a lot of work and a presentation from the IT team. Sean wasn't available either, so that morning it was only Belle and Dion."What's important is how you are feeling." Isabelle hugged her brother, the fact that they were truly related sinking in at that moment. It felt surreal before, but looking at their resemblance, there was no denying it. "I really don't know how I'm feeling, Belle." Dion started, hanging his head when Isabelle sighed. She held his hand and led him out of the office, towards Christian's. Thinking about his insensible, monstrous father was proving a difficult task for Dion. They went straight to Christian's adjoining room and out to the balcony. Isabelle wanted them to have space to talk without interruptions."I didn't know the view was this nice." Dion forced a smile as he placed his forearms on the railings, looking at the dark clouds
"Nnh." Christian moaned in his sleep, or so he thought. Before his eyes opened, he could feel warmth and softness wrapping around his cock. Tingles of pleasure slithered up his spine, slowly consuming him. Isabelle hummed between his legs under the comforter, taking her time to lick his hard cock."Damn baby." Christian groaned in a deep, sleepy voice, biting his lower lip to gain some control. He clutched the sheets on either side, feeling Isabelle's mouth. She pushed off the comforter, taking a deep breath after a minute of staying under the comforter. "Good morning, babe." Isabelle smiled seductively, holding Christian's cock at the base. She looked at his hazy eyes, full of sleep and arousal, as he spread his legs further. "What a fine morning!" Christian's voice ascended when his girlfriend leaned again, wrapping the bulbous head with her beautiful lips."Oh fuck!" He thrust upward, making Isabelle's eyes water as she strained to take him in her small mouth. It wasn't a secret;
"Oh, god, baby." Isabelle moaned, arching her back into Christian's skilled and talented hands. He massaged the top of her right breast while he kissed her neck. He moved his hand along the curve of her boob, raising her sexual frustration. "Babe!" Isabelle complained, throwing up her hands in the air."What do you want?" Christian whispered against her ear, his husky voice sending heat straight between Isabelle's legs. He took the earlobe in his warm mouth, biting gently on it. Isabelle squirmed, her entire body shivering in pleasure and anticipation."Please babe." Isabelle whispered, tilting her head to expose the side of her neck to Christian as he left open-mouth kisses."That's not an answer, love." Christian smirked against her cheek as he pecked her. "Please." Isabelle added with her droopy eyes, staring at Christian as his face hovered above hers. He smirked against her lips and then dipped, capturing the soft pink flesh gently. Isabelle hummed, tilting her head to give Chr
"You didn't even want him in the first place!" Albert argued, shutting his mouth when Jenkins stepped on his left bare foot. Before he could continue assaulting the man, the door burst open, with a number of officers getting in."What the fuck are you doing?" Isabelle's father shouted when an officer pushed him down on his knees and then handcuffed him."Putting cuffs on you." The officer stated the obvious, forcing the older man to his feet."We had a fucking deal, you twits!" He seethed, trying to wiggle out of the damn cuffs. "That deal expired the minute we uncovered the truth behind all these...Did you really believe that you could get away with it?" Baron and Russell got inside, with Baron smirking victoriously at Jenkins."What are you talking about?" Dion was confused. His adoptive parents were arrested and guided outside to the waiting van."This man here played us, or wanted to play us." Jenkins scoffed, stumbling when he was pushed forward towards the door."We just took t