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 viewJason left once he knew I wasn't going to budge in my decision to stay away from him. But not after giving me an important piece of information."I'm sorry for causing you all this drama and stress, but I would like for you to be in my hotel instead of this...." His eyes moved around the room, his lips curled upward in distaste, "And you don't have to hide from me, when you're much better and clear minded, when everything has been cleared off, just say the word and i would leave you alone."He didn't wait for my reply after that, just said a quick goodbye to my mom and spent most of his time coddling Amethyst while promising her to be back soon, before he left. He didn't look at me again.Oh, how I had wanted him to look at me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine once more."Do you think Zachary might actually publish such things?" I asked mom after he left, "Do you think he would stoop so low for revenge?" I was close to them now, my hand on Amethyst's should
Jason's point of view.My brother was cunning and knew what he was doing. Toying with me continuously, bringing up new pictures and facts while trying to get me to agree.I always won with the legal aspect, lawsuits upon lawsuits if he tried anything stupid. I would slam him with the craziest and mightiest of lawsuits, enough to ruin the Newman's wealth and every other thing they had if he continued that way.Zachary leaned backwards, he placed his hand behind his head and stared into my eyes."All I want is one thing, one thing to make this all go away," He scoffed, "I want the wife you took from me, the wife that was supposed to be mine and mine alone. I don't care about the daughter, keep your child....."It was my turn to scoff now, "You seriously think I would allow the woman I love to get married to you again?" The sentence he made was just so absurd."I should allow you take my wife away from me? There's an emphasis on the MY. Because I was the one that got married to her, I'm
Isabella's point of viewI did not see the videos and pictures first. How could I? I had so much on my plate, between designing a whole new line for Golden's clothing line, hanging out with Jacqueline, making sure Amethyst learns while also being with her and also trying to make sure my mom doesn't take over the whole Paris with her new found obsession with shopping for shoes.And jewelries."I had no idea Jason could be such a jerk, he just seemed so cool and mature," Cameron sounded really angry on the phone, the one time I was finally able to be on a call with her.Work schedules kept clashing, things of interests kept taking our time also.Honestly, when she said that, I was a bit confused. I wondered how she knew Jason and I had issues, I never found the time to tell her and Jason wouldn't.He knew where I was, without even going to ask her. He had told me everything I needed to know about the whole dad stuff, there was nothing else that would be of concern to me."What do you m
Isabella's point of view."Mrs Newman, how do you feel about those videos posted by your husband all over the internet?""Would you sue Mr Newman for this or just take it in good striding?"Would they be a divorce soon?""How's the clothing line coming through? What's up with you and the brand? Are they still going to work with you?"That and many more were the comments I received on a daily basis for the past one week because of videos and pictures that were taken without my consent, when I was in the privacy of my room."No comments," I said every single time.Jacqueline of all people learnt about it. My mom learnt about it. Even Mr Newman and Mrs Newman learnt about it.I was a national disgrace on a whole public level. Just because I was inlove with a man and got married to him, instead of his twin brother.Jacqueline twisted the cap and placed it on my hair, trying as much as possible to cover my face with it so no one would recognize me if they saw it."There, all better now," S
Isabella's point of view.If I was in a comedy show, I would be delighted at the way the entire family stared at me. Confusion.Then I would drop the big reveal to turn it into the highlight of the day. Or night."Excuse me," Jacqueline's dad said, his face was as neutral as ever and he was the first one to recover from my words.Jacqueline was next, "Perhaps we should talk about it someplace else," Ever the diplomat, that one.But I shook my head and hoped my face portrayed how sorry I was. Perhaps the demons from my past took today to mess up with me, staring at him for more than five minutes proved that he was not my father.He just looked like him at first glance."I'm sorry, my dad is dead and you look so much like him," I tried my best to smile a bit, "It's kind of absurd really."Jacqueline's mom was a sweet soul. The confused expression on her face immediately changed to a happy and forgiving one. She touched my cheeks, then placed her arm over my shoulder.Drinking the rest o
Isabella's point of viewJason traced my bare thigh with his index finger, "He came to me at night, barely minutes after I arrived in the states," He spoke softly, perhaps afraid that if he had spoken any louder, I would leave."He claimed he had something on me, something even my lawyers would not be able to let out and if I didn't let him have you, he'll post those videos and photos of you. And as always I called his bluff, I told him he could do nothing," His finger moved higher and higher with each word, past my thighs and onto my abdomen, he drew circles on it, "And then he posted them, and disappeared. My mom doesn't know where he is, my dad doesn't or so he claimed and my people can't get a trace on him....""Almost like he disappeared from the earth," I completed the rest of his sentence.My hand held unto his other hand, and I raised it up to my lips, placing a gentle electrifying kiss on it."Yeah, that," Jason said, his voice sounded a bit strained.I could understand his s
Jason's point of view I had lived for almost twenty eight years and there was only one woman I knew that was as stubborn as Meda.My grandmother.When Meda's mom came with Amethyst, I thought it was some sort of reunion and rekindle our love stuff. She knew I needed to spend some time with Amethyst too.The letter being shoved at me was not part of what I had imagined."Take this, She wanted you to have it," Meda's mom said, her eyes were red. From tears or tiredness, I had no idea."She left, Jason, she left. She decided that being with him was more important than fighting for what was right," She had continued, tears had ran down her cheeks like some sort of lake. She fought to bring down the hiccups that followed.Amethyst, on the other hand, was quiet. Like always. She had never been the sort of child that made a noise whenever something serious happened.She just turned to me and asked a daunting question, "Is mother going to die now? Would she leave me again?" Her voice, natura
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