Isabella's point of view."You know me," I whispered as he took my hand in his,, giving it a tiny raise so he could place a kiss on it.Asher smiled, it didn't seem sinister or anything. Just a simple smile."Yes, I am quite tiny in the grand business scheme but I am still a business partner and one...." He looked towards Cameron before his eyes met mine again, "hears such information. You are really beautiful and so I understood why Jason wanted to have you to himself."If those were the sort of information he was hearing, then he should go for it. He didn't know the story and I had no desire of contradicting any of his views.As long as he doesn't hurt Cameron.I nodded perfunctory, "So are you guys dating now or what?" I turned to Cameron, "I need all the details."And for the first time in a long while, her cheeks reddened and she stared at the wall. Cameron seemed to be falling inlove with Asher, a man I had no idea if I should trust or anything.She nodded.And all I did was smi
Jason's point of viewTo be honest, Isabella was a delight that was well known. I knew everything she was going to do before she even thought about it and while it's a blessing sometimes, I find it kind of annoying at other points.But it was still a blessing most times.Zade walked into the house like he owned it, full of life and energy. He looked like someone that had spent the entire night dancing away or doing something that involved him being awake throughout the night."They didn't see me and I did not want to interrupt whatever meeting Meda had with Lavender," He swiped one of the cookies off my plate, "She was there with Amethyst and I could have sworn that mischievous little baby saw me."Also sometimes I got information about her whereabouts from people around. Like Zade."Probably asking Lavender about my involvement with the gang, I knew she was interested in knowing more about it and she thinks I won't tell her the truth," The pen found its way to my mouth naturally, "Le
Isabella's point of view.They say the devil strikes when one least expected it. Sneaks behind you and watches you move until he believes it is the perfect time to get you and then, hits you like never before.You don't believe me?Then explain to me why I just received an email from an anonymous site, showing me screenshots of messages after messages, voice recordings and even a picture of my father in his bashed up car after the crash, blood running down his cheeks, and his eyes forever closed."You think you know your husband, then check all this out."Barely two weeks after I agreed to be Jason's wife, for real this time. Three weeks to the birthday I just started preparing for."I won't be back home early," Jason's voice almost shocked me out of my chair, "Zade has some sort of surprise he wants to show me and if I don't go, it'll turn to a whole argument."Desperate not to let him see what I was doing, I stood up from my chair and walked up to him, standing on my tiptoes so I co
Isabella's point of viewNo one told me to run away. No one told me anything. One minute I was on the bed, the next minute I was making the most impulsive decision I have ever made in my life.My legs were on this floor and I was out of the room. I was able to pick up my laptop and phone, but clothes were a no no at that point. Besides, I ran a fashion brand so I could get clothes anywhere."I would like to reserve a room. Yeah, I'm coming."Amethyst was asleep in her room. Like a princess, she looked really beautiful when she slept, holding onto her toy like she was holding onto dear life.She was my daughter.I nudged her awake."Thyst, wake up, it's mummy," I tried the first time, trying my best to be fast before Jason woke up.She turned to the other side, completely oblivious to the hysteria I was going through at that point."Wake up," I tried again.If she didn't wake up, I would have to carry her again and I had no idea if I was going to faint again. It would be disastrous if
Jason's point of view Crafty and smart. One hell of a combination in a woman. Isabella Wells Newman was that kind of woman. She was able to run away with our daughter and her mother in one night, find a hotel and then escape via flight without giving me a glimpse of where she was going to.I honestly had no idea why she left when I woke up. Until I received a call from her mother and then Zade after."I can't believe you would cheat on my daughter," There was no hello, no hey, nothing. She was just straight to the point, in a way I did not understand.At first I had chuckled, "I had no idea you have another daughter, this is the wrong number because I would never cheat on Isabella. I love her."But all she did was scoff. Like my words meant nothing. At that moment, I thought she was becoming mental or perhaps something was happening. Something I did not understand."You cheated on her so badly she had to leave. And she had to leave with Amethyst too."It was at that moment I knew I
Jason's point of view.We were twins, similar in nothing but our drive to use any means possible to get what we wanted. But while I remained true to my words, Zachary had the ability to use tricks to get what he wanted.He slid the photo to me, "Beautiful pictures really, it's crazy what one can get their hands on these days with just the right amount of money to grease the right set of hands."Nudes. Naked photos of Meda. Photos of her in nothing but matching sets of underwear.All joined together in some sort of holy matrimony. And I couldn't even say those were edited because I knew the day she wore those exact lingeries. I squeezed the photo and kept it in my pocket. With the way he didn't flinch or anything, I knew he probably had a lot of copies and others hidden somewhere far away, he brought this one to show me he meant business."I'm pretty sure Isabella would hate for something like her nudes to get in the public, then there's also the issue of your voice recordings and scre
Isabella's point of view.I was so surprised when I arrived at Paris and Jason wasn't there already, all puffy and ready to find a way to get Amethyst and I to go back home with him.Was that place even our home?I had no idea on what I was to do when Cameron finally decided to stop texting me and straight up call, because we were supposed to come to Paris together, and suddenly, I packed up my bags and came."I can't believe this," Mom kept on saying every few minutes, I was scared she was becoming psychotic, "I can't believe he would do something like that. Arrange for the death of a man that did nothing to him."I had to chuckle. Jason Newman was a dangerous man, so I was pretty sure he did things that were even worse than killing the parent of the woman he claimed to love and even married for real."It's shocking too, when Zachary.....""Zachary," Mom interrupted, "Zachary was the one that gave you that information? Why on earth would you believe something a man that wanted you bu
Isabella's point of view."I'll explain everything, just come with me," Jason pleaded with him, his eyes bloodshot. I had no idea if it was due to lack of sleep or something else.Snatching my hand back from Jason seemed to upset myself, more than him. Nobody would believe but I could physically feel my heart shatter when I took my hands from him. It was almost like something had to shut down for a while.Was this what being in love really was like? The feeling of dread that filled one's soul when one knew loosing their partner was inevitable."No," I said, "I don't want to have anything to do with you ever again. I'll send the divorce papers through my lawyers....."He raised his hand up, his eyebrows narrowed and his eyes staring at me with the same dread I felt at the pit of my stomach."You wouldn't even let me tell you what happened? You wouldn't listen to me," He tried again, his voice a bit louder than before. I wouldn't be surprised if we caused a scene in a small cafe in Pari
Isabella's point of view.Zachary turned himself in to the police the next morning. We woke up and he was nowhere to be found, all he had left was the simple note he wrote about where he was going to and what he was going to do.Jason drove us back to the penthouse, the news reporter made another news concerning the issue and it was almost like all was well in the world again. No one cared about Cameron being in the hospital for alcohol and pills poisoning, no one cared about the fact that Jason would have been in jail yesterday if not for the intervention of Zade.The dude appeared the moment I thought about him, all smiles. His face looked the same to everyone so they missed the ugly bruise at the side of the head."What happened?" I asked him once we were close to each other.He almost choked on his drink, "What do you mean?" He asked, after he dropped the wineglass on the table while staring at me intensely.I nodded my head towards the centre of attraction, "What happened there?
Isabella's point of view."He's close to this place," Jason repeated because I said nothing the first time.He probably thought I didn't hear him.Cameron almost died. Cameron sent the anonymous tip. Cameron heard our conversation then."How does he know this place?" I asked confused, my eyes darting around because I felt like Zachary would appear out of any of the walls.Jason sighed, his hand moved to the back of his neck. A sure sign of nervousness."Mom knows about this place. I couldn't believe mom was the female helping him, I mean, I can't even understand it. She probably sent that tip to the police or whatever," Jason said, he was trying to appear strong but his eyes gave how tired and heartbroken he was, "I don't understand why she would do this to me.""Because she wasn't the one, she didn't do this."He looked at me, confusion was written all over his face, "What do you mean? She was working with Zachary to get...."I didn't get a chance to explain it to him because someone
Isabella's point of view.Jason's phone ringing was the alarm that woke us up that morning. Jason tried to find his phone with his eyes still still firmly shut, and missed multiple times.When I couldn't take it anymore, I found the phone myself."Hello," I said, a bit harshly and much more rudely than I intended, "Why are you calling my husband at..." I had to remove the phone from my ear so I could look at the time, "...six in the morning. He's asleep."Jason's hand squeezed my thigh, "I love it when you're so dominant," He said, his voice was laced heavily with sleep.No one said anything at the other end for a whole minute. I wondered why I didn't end the call at that point."Haven't you seen the news? Jason's face is literally everywhere and I'm pretty sure the police would be on his tail soon," Zade's voice was the next thing I heard, it felt like he was talking from the other side of the room, "Get out of that penthouse and run."And then the call ended. Jason must have heard
Isabella's point of view.It took two whole days for me to become a semi normal human again, even though I had issues. It took two whole days for me to get rid of all the alcohol I had in my system, without going for another. It took two whole days to promise myself that I would continue to be happy, because Amethyst needed a mother. Not a drunk angry woman who couldn't forgive herself.The journey back to self love wasn't going to be an easy one, but I would do anything for my family.Mom and Jacqueline travelled from Paris back to town once they heard I would be receiving visitors now. They were so happy to see me and so was I, to see them.I wasn't even that surprised that Jacqueline had dyed her hair pink."When you have a family that wants you to be the best, the best wife, the best kid, the best of anything, you learn of new ways to disappoint them," She said then leaned in to continue the sentence, "Especially if you didn't make them traumatized when you were a teenager."That
Jason's point of view."You'll be discharged on probation due to the only witness having a faulty memory," The lawyer told Dude during our short visit to the prison, "That's enough to get you released on probation at least."That happened the day after we found Meda. I was still a bit out of it, the whole conversation, the reward I promised Dude if he helped me find my wife. I just wanted to go back to the hospital.Dude stood up and shook the hand of the lawyer, "Thank you very much. I appreciate it," He said, the grin on his face was so wide and bright. It made me almost want to smile as well. Once the lawyer was gone, the smile disappeared from my face."That lawyer is from one of the best firms in the US. I'm sure he would do his best to get you out of here so don't worry," I sighed, before I got up from my own chair and stretched my hand towards him.Dude was a slim guy. He had no muscles and was never known for his strength to win fights. Instead he won with his brain, calculat
Isabella's point of view."What happened to you?" Jason asked the moment he saw me, as I walked into the penthouse.My face was swollen, my lips had bruises all over and I was pretty sure I had a black eye or perhaps two. I was hurt all over. And my clothes were torn at the most unfortunate of places.I couldn't go to a store to get a new cloth. And there was none in my car so I basically had to do the walk of shame just to come home.And the first person I see is Jason. Oh goodness."Who did this to you? Why didn't you call me?" He kept on asking questions upon questions, which checking each and every bruise, "We need to take you to the hospital...."I took my hand from him and huffed. I had no reason to go to the hospital. Cameron wasn't a vicious fighter, she was in a worse shape than me. And she was able to get just a few strong punches in.I did the greater work."Leave me alone please, there's nothing you can do about this so just let it be," I said, smiled a bit at him while I
Isabella's point of view.Jason got us another penthouse in another apartment complex that wasn't owned by him. Furnished it to my satisfaction. And also made sure that he told me nothing about the whole security cameras in the house.If there was any, I had no idea about them."You can't seem to process what happened that day, you keep on getting flashbacks" The therapist Jason got for me said, she smiled like we were some kind of old friends.Her bubbly personality was a fresh start from most of the tensed people I met recently. I felt like they were holding themselves back from talking about the whole traumatizing case.They had no idea I was even pregnant. No one knew about that pregnancy but Jason and I.I nodded, my head bowed down so I could look at my entwined fingers.I had no idea what to say to a woman like this. I had no idea how she was going to help me recover from the trauma.Was it even right for me to be traumatized? I mean, yes, I lost my baby but I didn't even know
Isabella's point of view."She would have to stay in the hospital for one more day. We need to run a few more tests and make sure she's fully physically okay before we allow her out," The doctor spoke to Jason, few metres away from me, "We want her at her best."I pretended like I didn't hear what they said. Or I pretended like I didn't see them when they talked about me.It helped me. It calmed my mind. If I didn't see them, then I wouldn't have to accept that my baby was actually gone.Lost. It was a miracle I survived.And after everything the only thing I got as a reward, after meeting up with Zachary and allowing him to take me, I couldn't even get him for his crimes. All I got was my baby dead.Because of me."Mummy, look at what I drew," Amethyst cried out from where she sat, on a chair close to my bed.I forced a smile onto my lips, "That's nice Thyst, draw something else now," I said, barely taking a glance at the drawing.If anyone truly asked me what I wanted, I was scared
Isabella's point of view.I swear my head hurt like a bitch when I woke up, all I could see were blinding white lights everywhere and sometimes the occasional doctor with their white coats.I went in and out of consciousness and every time, I woke up at a different time of the day.Sometimes I saw Jason, sometimes he hovered on me, other times he was screaming for the doctor. But I heard him, multiple times.I heard him when he talked to me every time. The sweet words he said to me while he caressed my forehead, the kisses he placed there and sometimes, when I felt really strong, I tried my best to squeeze his hand.There was a time I heard a child speaking. I was pretty sure it was Amethyst because of how soft she had spoken. She had begged me to wake up for her and I tried, I really tried.I just couldn't. And then I slipped out of consciousness again.This time, I was determined to remain conscious.The doctor by my side smiled kindly at me, "Oh Mrs Wells, you're awake," He touched