Isabella's point of view."He did what?" Cameron almost screamed my ears off, "That's so insane."Once Jason and I made it back home and after I checked up on Amethyst, I had to visit Cameron. Still dressed in pyjamas with a whole bowl of cereals on her right hand while her hair looked like it had seen better days.The once pristine Cameron even in her sleep looked like a rat nest now. I hoped the job I was about to offer her would change everything.I chuckled, "It was insane. After leaving home so no one would know about the pregnancy, turned out it was all for naught with this rich people. They always find a way to get you," Memories of each picture kept on replaying in my brain, "Even after he got Amethyst, he kept on taking photos of me, of each achievement I got. Even the ones that weren't worth it.""Feels like a dream," Cameron said, before she started shovelling spoons of cereals into her mouth, "He's really the best thing to happen to you, just a night getaway got you glowin
Third person's point of view.Jason walked around the mansion, lips raised up in a full smile while he held unto a whole bouquet of flowers. For him, tonight he would ask his dream girl to be his.After having sex with her multiple times and going on several dates which she would swear with her life wasn't dates, he thought it was time to take it up a little.Jason knew his family wouldn't agree with his choice. She belonged to someone else already, someone they approved."But he did not deserve her, he couldn't even find her after the party to at least apologize," He thought after considering the arguments his family would get into once they find out.Once he told them.He spied his mom at the back of the mansion, dressed in just a pair of underwear sunbathing with sunglasses on her face. Jason had a tingling suspicion that his mom knew about his recent endeavors but she chose to keep quiet.He walked towards her immediately."Mom," He called out before he even got there, giving her
Isabella's point of view.If there was one thing I hated, it was being kept in the dark. Every moment of idleness meant Zachary's words kept echoing in my mind, reminding me of the one thing I dreaded asking Jason.I had no idea what doom asking such question would mean for our relationship. And I had no one to tell after thinking about it for an entire week."Ask him about your father's death then."What could Jason probably know about my father's death? He had an accident, he couldn't be saved. That was all I got and yet it seemed there was more to the story."Hey Isabella, do you think the red should go with this....." Julius shouted from the other side of the work station, startling me, while he waved a piece of red fabric around.I had to roll my eyes at his antics, "What do you have there?" I asked tiredly, "The red and the gold, that's the only color she wanted and that's the only color we're working with. Nothing else please."I couldn't deal with another customer getting mad
Isabella's point of view.'Jason Newman, wanted for aiding a criminal to escape out of the country'Three years ago, Jason stood in front of a police officer and got his pictures taken in front of a height wall stuff. He looked exactly like I remembered from when I was in highschool.Eyes filled with distrust on a face so handsome, it would make anyone who saw him melt.'Unfortunately all records of this events were null and made no sense, Mr Jason Newman had a strong alibi with both eye witnesses and video clips of Jason at a club in town. It was obvious he wasn't the one'And then a contradictory message right under. If Jason wasn't convicted, why did Zachary deemed it important to add to the list. ' Doesn't prove that Jason Newman was innocent because he was convicted of the same crime and then he fled to London with that daughter of his for a whole year'I sank deeper into my bed, so I could focus on what he typed. Jason left the country with Amethyst after being accused twice of
Isabella's point of view.Stuck between the frying pan and the fire. I should have stayed in my room and forget all about him but curiosity got the better of me.My eyes fell on the wine glass, "Just a friendly chat with a friend, nothing really important," I said as nonchalantly as I could so he wouldn't suspect anything."If I didn't know you like I did and if your cap had not slipped a bit to show your face, I never would have known it was you," Zade said, "There's no way you went through all the stress of making sure no one knew you were there.""You act like I'm not known in a way, I wouldn't want someone to see me and get distracted," I scoffed then to drive home my point, I got up and tried walking away.But Zade wasn't one that was easily swayed, he had one last trick up his sleeves which he pulled out without a second thought. "Then why doesn't Jason know you do regular meetups with his brother, especially after everything," He almost snapped at this point, his grip on the g
Jason's point of view.I was a pretty straightforward person who noticed a lot. I noticed the way Meda avoided me for some time, using Cameron as an excuse to get away from me. I noticed the tension between Zade and Meda and for some reason, Zade refused to tell me what it was.I noticed the way my mother became tensed anytime Zachary's name was mentioned after she told me the conditions of my father's invite to his stupid dinner.Meda agreed to come along and I was grateful for that. It would give Zachary and I enough time to get away from the place and get our work done. The only thing I had no idea how to navigate was the fact that Meda wanted me to answer her questions. That was the only rule she gave as to why she would attend after the blatant disrespect from my father. I kind of expected her terms and conditions to be something along that line, especially after the way she avoided me and the fact that Zachary was still in town.He was a sore loser so gathering both fake and re
Isabella's point of view.The past had a way of coming back to hunt someone. Every word Jason said about me leaving without an explanation left a big hole in my heart and mind, I just couldn't imagine what I would have said, what I could have said at that moment that would have removed the pain in his eyes.And then he left. Without another word, he kissed Amethyst on the forehead and walked away from the living room. I had no idea where he walked to, my room or his. But with everything I knew about Jason, his room would be the best place for him to go to."Amethyst, are you comfortable enough to give me five minutes?" I asked politely, "I have to do something fast and I'll be right back."She nodded.Then said something I didn't expect."I know you're having issues with daddy, you can kiss him and make him feel better," And then went back to the drawing like she didn't even say anything.I chuckled, "Do you really think kisses makes him feel better?" She grinned widely, showing me h
Isabella's point of view.One thing I knew for certain was the fact that we all needed to look our best during the dinner, which happened to also be a party at the Newman's mansion. Amethyst was going to come with us because we couldn't get a babysitter and Annabelle assured us it was child friendly.So no one would grope any other person inappropriately.And since I had to schedule it late, it meant working extra hard to get all of us to match and also slay.Jason looked at the design of his suit on my ipad, "Well I didn't know I was that muscly, I'm going to be ripped and have everyone turning around to catch a stare at me," He commented, placing his chin on my head.I had to force down the urge to roll my eyes at him, "I might be forced to make this suit in an ugly yellow like that pasty yellow mixed with brown or even purple mixed with red," I teased, the tiniest of smirks on my lips, "I want to see the women that would turn around to look at you then.""I didn't say anything abou
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