Isabella's point of view.He raised his eyebrows, a smirk teasing his lips, "Kiss me, just one tiny little kiss and I would be out of your hair for the rest of the night. I won't disturb Amethyst and distract her with my perfectly good daddy charms."If someone diagnosed Jason with some sort of syndrome, I knew I wouldn't be surprised. This man literally made a written contract of the rules we made at first, without any changes and made sure we signed it so we wouldn't be tempted to do something stupid and now, here has. Barely weeks after asking for a kiss.I shook my head at him, "You have to be kidding me.""Just leave please. Allow us enjoy our night out in peace without troubling us."He let out a sigh, "Some things are unpredictable, I had a really bad day at work today and that kiss would be the icing of the cake to end a bad day."I furrowed my eyebrows at him, "How would my kiss be the icing on the cake?" I asked, placing my hand on my waist so I could at least look a bit int
Isabella's point of view."How about a flight to Paris? Los Angeles? Scotland?" Jason kept on listing places after places we could visit for a little vacation.Amethyst was painting a picture of a Disney princess and wasn't really listening to her dad while I tried to focus on a new design for the celebrity whose birthday dress I had been working on for quite some time now."Or we should visit the McClain mansion, I had it recently evacuated and renovated once Cal sold it to me," His text came forward to my phone, showing a picture of the house Cameron had grown up in and had so many memories with.I rolled my eyes at him, "Whatever place you pick is appropriate, I don't really care about it," I dropped my phone down without even looking at the picture really well.If Jason understood the vibe I was giving, he didn't say anything. All he did was watch me for the next few minutes while he pretended to watch something on his phone. I wouldn't allow Jason humiliate me like he did before
Jason's point of view.Having mixed thoughts about the lady one shared a house with and occasionally when she didn't know it, shared a bed with, was so stressful because one did not understand the emotions coursing through him.I had fully enforced those rules since I knew Meda would have no choice to abide to it since it was written and signed. She had always been a sticker to the rules.I had no idea why Zachary kept on actively seeking her now that she was married and was no longer available for him. He kept on showing up when I did not expect him to, perhaps watching me to know when I was out of the house or something.He wanted to have an alone time with Meda but I had doubts he had told her the reason for his visits. Reasons I was yet to find out about also.Late at night when everyone was asleep, I stood at her doorway and watched her sleep. A normal occurence for me nowadays because it seemed like I was unable to fall asleep at night now, especially if I don't roam the hallway
Isabella's point of view.I had nightmares every single night, all ending the same way. With me loosing the person I was with in the nightmare.Sometimes it was dad and sometimes it was Mom, Cameron and even Amethyst.Jason crawled into bed with me whenever he came home and I was fast asleep or maybe when I pretended to be fast asleep. He would move the hair out of my face and kiss my forehead.And I was contended with that for two weeks while I continuously worked on a project by a celebrity whom wanted to make my life miserable because she kept on rejecting whatever I made and requesting for something new to be added.I slammed the cup on the table, startling Jason that was getting ready for bed. We were almost like a fully married couple now since he slept on the same bed as I did."What's getting you all worked up?" He asked as he removed the suit jacket and dropped it on the chair at the other end of the room.I sighed, allowing myself to flop onto the bed and just scream a bit.
Isabella's point of view.He caressed my thighs softly while his lips found solace in my neck, leaving trails as he moved to my breast. Each step he took left me gasping, moaning and writhing under him."I could stay here all day," He whispered against my breast, blowing soft air onto my nipple while playing with my other one with his fingers.I giggled, "You can't stay here forever. Sooner or later, you'll have to go to work," I played with his hair once he raised his head to look at me.But he wasn't done for that morning. He settled himself directly in my core and thrusted into me, sending me into another episode of writhing underneath him. I gasped and moaned multiple times as he fucked me to climax."We've broken a rule," I said once we were done and he finally had the strength to walk away from me.He smirked, "That's the only rule I have been so desperate to break, ever since I met you again after so many years."I had to roll my eyes at him, "You're hopelessly silly. Five ye
Isabella's point of view."He wouldn't cheat on me but I did not expect him to actually know the devil," I complained to Cameron while we walked around the shop, searching for the perfect set of jewelries to go with our dresses for the wedding.Cameron snorted, "Everyone who's anyone knew Lavender dated Jason but we were not so sure if Jason dated her. We just watched the drama," She picked up a piece of amethyst embedded earrings and showed them to me.That would so good on Amethyst. It was small and studded so it would look good on her."I'm sure I can get this for Amethyst, her birthday seemed to be coming up anyway so it'll be an early birthday present," I announced."Also I had no idea Jason and Lavender dated at any time, I had no idea on who Lavender was until she walked through the front doors of my business place," My next pick was another set of amethyst jewelries but this time it was a necklace that would look beautiful when worn by Amethyst.Cameron snorted, "You just keep
Isabella's point of view.The house was a mess when I entered. Luckily I had never given Cameron the spare key that was mine when I moved out and it seemed to help me now.It also had a horrid smell coming from the kitchen, the smell of unwashed plates and pots for some time now. The entire living room was filled with clothes, even the pack for the jewelries was on the table like it was common rags.Moving towards the room was even worse, stacks of clothes was at almost every point in the hallway alongside shoes and heels. At some point, I saw a pack of cigarettes."Damn, girl wants to really burn the place down," I muttered under my breath. The sound of crying was pretty loud when I got close to the room. Thankfully the door was unlocked so I had no barricade between Cameron and myself.I dropped my bag on the dresser and approached her cautiously, "Cameron, Cameron, I'm here now," I placed my hand on her back softly, expecting her to push me off.She did not. She just continued cry
Isabella's point of view.I stayed with Cameron for a couple more days, out of my desire to know if her fiance would come to the apartment.He never did. And everyday, I watched Cameron sink deeper into depression. Looking at her phone every minute while waiting for the text of a man that would never come.I had to leave to check up on my daughter. Four days away from her felt like an entire month, I hoped Cameron wouldn't mind. But before I left, I had a thought and hid each and every sharp and harmful object I could find, including her cigarettes.Amethyst was at school when I sent a text to Jason that he shouldn't bother picking her up, that would be my responsibility for the day after work."Done being a babysitter?" He sent back, added a smiling emoji.I rolled my eyes at his words. Such an asshole."Yes, now I want to be a nanny for your daughter," I sent back angrily, dropping the phone as far away from me as I could.I was in the office, looking at all the budget for the week
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