(Isla steps into the grand ballroom, her heart pounding against her ribs. The event is one of the most prestigious gatherings of the year, and as much as she wants to disappear into the crowd, she knows she can't. Her presence has been requested—no, demanded—by Killian. The air is thick with luxury, laughter, and the scent of expensive champagne. Women in glittering gowns and men in tailored suits float through the room, whispering and stealing glances in her direction.)(She swallows down the lump in her throat. She can feel the stares, hear the murmurs. But she doesn’t let it show. Instead, she keeps her chin high and her expression unreadable.)Celeste (smirking, voice dripping with venom): My, my. Look who decided to show up. You must be braver than I thought, Isla.(Isla turns slowly, finding Celeste standing before her in a crimson gown that clings to her figure like a second skin. Her eyes are alight with cruel amusement, and Isla immediately knows she’s up to something.)Isla
The room was suffocating with the whispers of the elite. Isla could feel their gazes slicing into her like tiny, precise daggers. After Celeste’s public humiliation at the gala, she had hoped to retreat into obscurity, but the world wasn’t that forgiving.Killian had done nothing. Not a single word of defense, not a single gesture to shield her. The man who once claimed to protect her had stood idly by, letting the wolves feast on her reputation.The aftermath was brutal. The tabloids had a field day with the spectacle. Isla Sinclair—the woman who had dared to step into Celeste DuPont’s path, the woman rumored to be carrying Killian Blackwood’s child—was branded a gold digger, a liar, a disgrace.But the worst part? Killian’s silence.That night, Isla lay awake in her penthouse, the city’s lights flickering through her window. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to leave, to vanish before she was reduced to nothing.Meanwhile, across the city, Liam Caldwell sat in his office, sta
Isla stared at her phone long after she ended the call. The screen dimmed, but the weight of Killian’s voice still lingered in the air. Come home, he had said, as if it were that simple. As if he hadn’t just stood by and watched her world shatter at the hands of Celeste.She wasn’t going back. Not this time.Liam, who had been watching her closely, leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “So, what now?”Isla lifted her gaze to him, her fingers tightening around the phone. “I need to fight back. I need to make sure Celeste and Killian both realize they can’t keep doing this to me.”Liam arched a brow. “And how do you plan on doing that?”For the first time in weeks, a spark of determination lit up inside her. “I don’t know yet. But I refuse to be their pawn any longer.”Liam exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable. Then, after a beat, he nodded. “Good. That’s the woman I remember.”His words made something tighten in her chest. She turned away, hugging her arms to herself
The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Isla’s penthouse, casting golden hues over the living room. Despite its warmth, she felt cold. The weight of Killian’s call still lingered, the echo of his voice rattling through her mind.She had expected him to lash out, to throw accusations her way, but instead, he had simply said, “Come home.” As if the words alone could undo the damage.Isla wrapped her arms around herself, standing by the window as the city stretched before her. Everything about Killian had always been complicated. He had never been a man of apologies or grand gestures. He was a force of nature—dangerous, unpredictable, and impossible to tame.And yet, she had tried.A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. For a moment, she hesitated. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and after last night, she wasn’t in the mood for surprises.Steeling herself, she opened the door.Liam stood there, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. “I thought y
Isla stared at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers gripping the cool marble countertop of her bathroom sink. The woman looking back at her seemed like a stranger—eyes hollowed with exhaustion, lips pressed into a tight line of barely contained anger and pain.Celeste had won. The world believed her lies, and Killian had done nothing to refute them. He had let Isla suffer while standing next to the woman who had orchestrated her public humiliation.She couldn’t let this continue.A sharp knock at her front door startled her. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and after everything that had happened, she wasn’t in the mood for visitors. Still, something told her she needed to face whatever awaited her on the other side.With slow, deliberate steps, she crossed the room and opened the door. Killian stood there, looking every bit the powerful man the world revered—except for the tightness in his jaw and the storm raging in his eyes."Isla," he said, his voice a low, controlled growl.She d
The tension in the Blackwood estate was suffocating. Isla stood in the center of Killian’s grand study, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if to shield against the storm that was brewing between them. Killian stood a few feet away, his piercing gaze fixed on her, his jaw set in that cold, unrelenting manner that had once both fascinated and frustrated her.But tonight, she was done being fascinated. She was done with everything.“You’re leaving?” Killian’s voice was deceptively calm, but there was an undercurrent of something darker beneath it.Isla lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with a quiet determination. “Yes.”A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Where will you go?”“That’s none of your concern.”Killian scoffed, running a hand through his dark hair. “None of my concern?” He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “That’s rich coming from you, considering how deep you’ve buried yourself into my life.”“I buried myself?” Isla repeated, her voice rising. “You pulled me in, Killian. And
The city skyline blurred past as Isla sat in the back of a sleek black car, the streetlights casting elongated shadows along the pavement. The hum of the engine was steady, but her mind was a storm of memories, regrets, and the ache of severed ties. Every decision, every choice that had led her here, replayed in her head like a haunting melody she couldn’t silence.Liam, sitting in the driver’s seat, stole a glance at her through the rearview mirror. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles slightly white. He hadn’t spoken much since they left the Blackwood estate, giving her space, but the tension in the air was thick.“You okay?” he finally asked, his voice softer than usual.Isla exhaled slowly, her fingers curling into her lap. “Not yet,” she admitted. “But I will be.”Liam nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Where to?”She hesitated. The past few years of her life had been defined by Killian Blackwood. His world. His rules. Now, she was completely unmoored.
The air in Isla’s hotel room was thick with unspoken thoughts as she pushed the half-empty takeout container aside. The food Liam had brought her was good, but she barely had the appetite to finish it. Instead, she found herself staring at the ceiling, lost in a whirlwind of emotions.Across from her, Liam leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he studied her. His usual smirk was absent, replaced by something softer—concern, maybe even understanding.“You look like you’re still in shock,” he remarked.Isla let out a hollow laugh. “I think I am.”“You actually left.”“I did.”He exhaled sharply and shook his head. “Never thought I’d see the day.”“Neither did I.”Silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Liam had always been a presence in her life, even in Killian’s world. While she had often dismissed him as nothing more than an associate, an observer in the shadows, she realized now that he had seen more than she gave him credit for.“What now?” Liam finally ask
Isla stood before the mirror in her small but cozy apartment, adjusting the collar of her white blouse. The reflection staring back at her was no longer the fragile woman haunted by betrayal — no longer the Isla who trembled at the sound of Killian’s name.Her eyes were colder now. Stronger. Sharper.Every scar, every tear she had shed built this version of her — and she wasn’t going to hide from her past anymore.The knock on her door snapped her out of her thoughts.She tensed.Nobody was supposed to visit her today.Slowly, cautiously, she approached the door. Peeking through the peephole, relief washed over her when she saw Liam’s familiar face.Still… she opened the door just a crack.“Liam?” she asked.He exhaled a breath of relief. “Isla… thank God.”She widened the door reluctantly and let him in, locking it immediately after.“What’s wrong?” she asked, noticing the tension in his jaw, the restlessness in his steps.He turned to face her, his expression grave.“He’s here.”Her
The city was different in the morning light. Golden rays stretched across the skyline, casting a warmth that Isla barely felt. She pulled her coat tighter around her as she stepped out onto the busy sidewalk, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag like a lifeline. It had been a week since she’d walked away from Killian, a week since she had decided to start over, but the ghost of him still lingered in the corners of her mind, in the spaces between her breaths.She had found refuge in a quieter part of the city, far from the chaos of her past life. It wasn’t luxurious, and it wasn’t permanent, but it was hers. A small studio apartment, just enough space for herself and the life she was trying to rebuild. No more grand mansions, no more suffocating ballrooms filled with people waiting to tear her apart.As she walked, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She hesitated before pulling it out. The screen flashed a name she hadn’t expected—Liam.For a moment, she considered ignoring it, but s
The tension in the room was suffocating, thick enough to choke on. Isla’s heart pounded as she tried to process Liam’s words, but the name alone was enough to send icy fear crawling down her spine.Celeste.The woman who had been lurking in the shadows of Killian’s world. The woman who had made it clear that Isla was nothing more than an inconvenience in her eyes, a pawn in a game she refused to lose. Isla had always known Celeste was dangerous, but if she had found her now…Killian’s expression darkened, his posture shifting into something more predatory. “How the hell does she know?”Liam clenched his jaw, phone still in his grip. “I don’t know, but she does. She’s on her way here.”A sharp curse escaped Killian’s lips. He turned to Isla, stepping closer, lowering his voice to something urgent but controlled. “We need to leave. Now.”Isla bristled, her mind still spinning. “Why? What does she want?”Killian’s gaze was sharp, unwavering. “You know exactly what she wants.”Liam let ou
The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked windows of Killian’s car as he drove with single-minded determination. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white. The tension in his jaw mirrored the storm raging inside him. Isla had vanished again, slipping through his grasp like smoke, and every second that passed only fueled his desperation.He had been searching for her relentlessly, following every lead, interrogating every contact, and yet she remained just out of reach. But this time, he wasn’t going to lose her. Not again.Killian slammed his foot on the gas, weaving through the streets, his mind replaying their last encounter—the way she had looked at him, not with anger, not with fear, but with something worse.Indifference.It had shaken him to his core, more than any betrayal, more than any argument. Isla had always fought back, had always had fire in her eyes when she looked at him. But that last time… she had simply walked away, as if he no longer matt
Killian had never felt so powerless.The city lights flickered outside the tinted windows of his car as it sped through the streets. His fingers drummed anxiously against his thigh, his jaw locked tight. Every lead had turned into a dead end. Every attempt to track Isla down had only led to more frustration. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.But he wasn’t going to give up.Not this time.Liam. The name alone made his blood boil. The man had inserted himself into Isla’s life, shielding her, keeping her away from him. Killian wasn’t naïve enough to think Isla had gone willingly into his protection—she was too damn stubborn for that—but she hadn’t pushed Liam away either. And that was what unsettled him the most. Had he pushed her so far that she now saw Liam as a better option than him?His grip on the whiskey tumbler tightened before he set it down with an audible clink. His phone buzzed. He snatched it up, his heart hammering.Unknown Number.Killian narrowed his eyes but a
Killian clenched his fists as he paced through his penthouse, the tension in his body coiling tighter with each passing second. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. It had been weeks since Isla disappeared, and every day without her felt like a war raging inside him. He had been wrong—so devastatingly wrong. His own arrogance, his pride, had pushed her away, and now he was paying the price. The bed felt colder without her, the space she once occupied now a void he couldn’t ignore. He hadn’t just lost Isla. He had shattered something fragile between them, something that might never be repaired. Liam had covered her tracks well. No matter how many resources Killian threw at finding her, she remained a ghost, slipping through his fingers like smoke. He had never been this powerless before. Never. A knock at the door pulled him from his storming thoughts. He turned sharply, his voice tight. “Come in.” Jasper, his most trusted man, en
The silence of Killian’s penthouse was suffocating. Every room, every surface, every breath he took was haunted by the absence of Isla. It had been days since she had vanished from his life, and for the first time in years, he felt truly lost.He sat in his dimly lit office, a tumbler of whiskey resting untouched on the desk before him. His hands clenched into fists as he stared at the empty space where her presence used to fill his world. The weight of his mistakes pressed down on him like an anchor, dragging him into a depth he wasn’t sure he could escape from.A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He didn’t bother looking up when Liam entered, his expression unreadable.“You look like hell,” Liam remarked, closing the door behind him.Killian let out a dry chuckle, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Feel like it too.”Liam crossed his arms. “You’ve been sitting here, drowning in your own misery, while Isla is out there. You gonna do something about it, or just
Isla sat by the window of the dimly lit motel room, her fingers trembling as she clutched the edges of the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The weight of exhaustion pressed heavily against her chest, but sleep refused to claim her. Outside, the neon lights from the diner across the street flickered, casting eerie shadows against the cracked wallpaper.Liam sat across the small table, arms crossed, watching her with a wary expression. He had been silent for the past hour, respecting her space but clearly waiting for her to say something—anything."You should eat something," he finally said, breaking the silence. "You haven’t touched your food."Isla barely glanced at the untouched sandwich resting on the table. Her stomach twisted in knots, making the thought of food unappealing. "I’m not hungry."Liam sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "You need to keep your strength up. If Killian finds us—""When," Isla corrected softly, her voice hollow. "When he finds us."Liam’s jaw clench
Killian clenched his fists as he paced through his penthouse, the tension in his body coiling tighter with each passing second. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. It had been weeks since Isla disappeared, and every day without her felt like a war raging inside him.He had been wrong—so devastatingly wrong. His own arrogance, his pride, had pushed her away, and now he was paying the price. The bed felt colder without her, the space she once occupied now a void he couldn’t ignore. He hadn’t just lost Isla. He had shattered something fragile between them, something that might never be repaired.Liam had covered her tracks well. No matter how many resources Killian threw at finding her, she remained a ghost, slipping through his fingers like smoke. He had never been this powerless before. Never.A knock at the door pulled him from his storming thoughts. He turned sharply, his voice tight. “Come in.”Jasper, his most trusted man, entere