Isabella's point of view."Excuse me," Saying I was shocked seemed to be an understatement.For Jason to say such a thing when we clearly had rules stating we wouldn't have sex or anything and thinking that was enough to persuade me not to go back. I had a business I was running back there.Jason grinned like a handsome devil, "We shouldn't discuss such things in the presence of my daughter, I don't want her learning the wrong things," The way he spoke was almost like I was the one in the wrong here.I could not believe this man had the audacity to travel to London with me, turn me to an involuntary nanny for his daughter, made sure I did not leave the hotel suite and now thinks telling me about having sex was enough to make me stay here. He even went and got drunk with his assistant that was so inlove with him and probably wants to fuck him.I had to get out of here before I became even madder.I stood up, "Yes, we should not be discussing such things in the presence of a minor, whic
Isabella's point of view.Leaving Amethyst to a babysitter I didn't really know didn't sit well with me but Jason assured me that she would do a good job.Apparently, one of his friends that resided in London used her services regularly for their seven and four years old. And Amethyst was friends with them also, so it was going to be like a friends reunion.I raised an eyebrow at Jason, "You haven't said anything about my outfit, very unlike you to not be chatty about the things happening in my life," I placed the necklace against my skin, watching and wondering if it was the right one for me.Jason was dressed casually and I had decided to twin with him. Cargo pants but instead of a t-shirt, I wore a simple black crop top that showed half of my stomach and arms. And the latest edition of his Nike sneakers.His lips rose in a smirk, "I promised to behave for the rest of the night so we can change some of those rules, no way am I letting how beautiful you look ruin that for me," He spo
Jason's point of view.Valentine was always pulling shit like this. The moment I saw her strutting towards the VIP section, Meda's best friend in tow, I knew Valentine had done something.I expected her to start shouting or even try to fight Meda like some sort of bitch on medications. Not try to kiss me like I was her missing drugs.I pushed her away from me immediately but of course, Meda didn't see that. All she saw was the kiss and she was bolting out of the VIP section, Cameron behind her calling her name and the rest of the guys looking at me.Lacey, that snake had a smirk on her face, something she tried to hide by taking a sip from her drink."What the fuck are you doing here?" I tried to be calm but that was kind of impossible when the woman of your dreams was running away from you at that moment, "Who allowed you in? Why are you allowed here?"She flinched but the grin did not drop from her lips, "Well I'm always here when you're in London so naturally...."Zade rushed forwa
Isabella's point of view.Jason wasn't by my side when I woke up that morning. My inner thighs seemed to heat up anytime I moved, and even after everything Jason did, just thinking about what he did with just his fingers seemed to make me even hornier.I had no idea when my fingers found their way there when I was in the shower, desperately finding some sort of relief.I thought of Jason when I did this, thoughts of that masculine body by my side, engulfed by that sandalwood scent. His hands touching and igniting the fire on every part of my body he touched, kissing, licking, biting or even suckling on any part of my body.I shuddered, moaning, "Fuck Jason, just fuck..."In all my horny frenzy, I had forgotten to lock the bathroom door so I got the fright of my life when I opened my eyes, few seconds to when I was about to finish and met eyes with the man I just thought about."Jason...," I gasped.His arrogant smirk was on his face as he eyed me up and down dangerously, "Well don't l
Isabella's point of viewIt took a bit of time for me to adjust to the different time zones again, which meant I was sick for two days straight after our flight home and Jason and Amethyst had to nurse me back to health.Jason shook his head in disgust, "I had never seen someone produce that much mucus in my entire life and Zachary was pretty sick throughout our childhood," He commented dryly, while trying to find a shirt to wear.I snorted, "I'm not that sick though, it's just being a really trying year," I tried to defend myself to Jason for some reason.All the asshole did was laugh after he finally picked a shirt. The one I knew he was going to pick. The black shirt that rhymes with all his trousers and shoes and his dress sense.That man literally bled no personality but black."I'm going for wedding dress shopping later today," I announced nonchalantly while reading a book from my Kindle.I was still in bed, draped around me was a blanket and an half eaten bowl of soup was on th
Isabella's point of view.Time flies when one is busy.I could confirm that because wasn't it just yesterday, I was searching for the perfect wedding gown and today, I am dressed in a less than perfect wedding gown, my hair, makeup and nails done. Waiting for the opportunity to get married to a man, not just any man, but THE JASON NEWMAN.I had gotten a lot of threats and congratulatory messages when he announced our engagement to the whole world.Most of the female population were not happy he had finally decided to settle down. Before they could have a piece of him.Cameron fixed the veil on my head. She was my maid of honor. A role she was so happy she got to have for my wedding because she never thought it would be possible.I couldn't help but notice the tear that ran down her cheek, "Even my mom isn't crying, what's wrong Cam? Allergies?"She chuckled, wiping the tear away, "I'm just so happy for you Bella, six months of marriage so you can experience love from a man and his chi
Jason's point of view.The wedding night was supposed to be the best. I wouldn't be having sex with Meda yet but I could have the next best thing.It felt a bit strange when I considered that our six months timeline had already begun. Every single day used was another day closer to the finish line.She smiled shyly, looking at me from under those lashes. To be honest, I have never seen a more beautiful female than Meda and I have been with a lot of women.The way her chest heaved, rising and falling in a seductive manner.I sucked gently on the place between her neck and shoulder, loving the sound of her sucking her teeth."And you wanted me to keep my hands and all my instruments of pleasure to myself," I teased, as I used my thighs to separate her legs.I could feel her glaring at me, "We're breaking one of the rules and that's because I have no way of getting you to stop," She tried to defend the dirty desires she had for me.But I saw them. Ever since that night, that night that c
Isabella's point of view.Another family dinner with Mr Newman and Zachary in attendence. Annabelle sat by my side and Jason sat opposite me. My mom couldn't attend because she had some sort of meeting she wanted to attend.I felt a little kick on my shin making me look up at the offender, Jason who tried his best to look as innocent as ever.Annabelle passed a bit of the salad to me, "So the wedding is over now, when's the honeymoon?" She asked, her own way of trying to kill the tension in the room.Zachary who had been so engrossed in his food turned to me, staring at me for a few seconds before he turned back to his food. I had to ignore the tension that rose at that moment, focusing instead on eating my food than answering the question.Jason chuckled, "We're not really honeymoon people plus we both have businesses we have to focus on," He took a sip from the drink by his side, "But trust me, we'll be doing a lot of what married couples are supposed to do."I had no idea why Jason
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