Isabella's point of view.Cameron came home later that day, her face lit up in a big smile and her hands filled to the brim with bags that contained so much clothes.Stress shopping. Angry shopping. Happy shopping. Whenever Cameron was in a mood, she went on a shopping spree. Clothes, cars, jewelries. And her mom made sure she got the best."Look who the cat dragged back home," I commented from my spot on the kitchen counter, where I had spent the last few hours working on a design.Cameron released a groan, she placed her bags on the counter and walked to the fridge to get a drink. She didn't even acknowledge the fact that I was in the room.I rolled my eyes, "You're so childish, this is childish," I commented, then ripped the piece of paper I had drawn on out of the book, scrunched it all up and threw it away.She scoffed, "You must be in a mood, I shouldn't try to say 'I want to be in your shoes' at the moment," She mocked, her voice going all high pitched as she tried to mimic me
Jason's point of view."There's no way she doesn't know what type of parties the McClain family hosts" Zade commented when I told him about my run-in with Isabella at the club.Or bar. Was that place even qualified to be called a club? With it's musky odor and drinks that tasted fake.He dropped a box of Chinese on my side of the table, "I mean, she literally hangs out with the daughter."Amethyst was with my mom for the weekend, probably getting pampered in a spa or whatever my mom comes up with. "Don't you think they would shield their daughter from the things they do?" I asked, a bit confused.If I was into that sort of business, I would make sure my daughter doesn't know about it. I don't even let her see me smoking or drinking alcohol.Zade raised his shoulders in a shrug, he had the anime he was watching on a pause so he could listen to me."Of course they would, I have seen their son a couple of times always in the backroom with some bimbo, doing the nastiest of stuff but no g
Isabella's point of view.I got deja Vu when I slept on Jason's arms and woke up on my bed in my apartment, with Cameron reading a book and sipping coffee while sitting by the chair close to the window pane.She didn't spare me a glance yet she knew I was awake because the next moment, she asked the question."Your head really hurts?""Yes," I replied, holding my head with both hands because it felt like it was about to ripped right off.She took another sip from her coffee before replying, "That's really good," She said before she pointed at the medicine and glass of water on the bedside table, "He told me to give it to you when you wake up, he's the only reason I'm here and the only reason I'm talking to you at this moment."He?"Jason Newman, your betrothed twin," She continued, "Seems like you don't remember your night of fun."Cameron was getting on my nerves with this bitchy behavior, I admit I said some bad stuff last night and I snapped at her during the airplane ride home and
Isabella's point of view.Cal McClain was a beautiful woman. I always admired her for her hard work, her diligence, her attitude with dealing with Cameron and her brother with more patience than most mothers. And her style of dressing could almost rival Annabelle Newman.Currently dressed in a blue sleeveless floor length gown, her hair curled up in ringlets. She wore no mask though.And now, I admired the fact that she could keep this whole auctioning stuff a secret from Cameron for such a long time."What do you mean by auction?" Cameron had asked after my little showdown with Jason.Fuck. Cal clamped her lips together, "This is not exactly the right place to explain this," She started saying.Those were not the right words to use because Cameron's eyebrows shot up so fast, I was a bit scared that it wouldn't come back down."No, no, that's not right...."The cool hand on my shoulder was the next thing to startle me. I was so invested in what Cal was saying that I had forgotten all
Isabella's point of view.The uproar after was so loud, everyone trying to outbid the offer of ten million dollars. One man even punched another straight on the nose.I had no idea the time Jason reached the stage and pulled me away from there, Cameron in tow."You just have to put yourself in danger to get what you want, don't you," He said gruffly, barely sparing me a glance.He dragged me all the way to his car, an almost five minutes walk from the main building."Ten million dollars Isabella," Cameron finally screamed out of delight, "You made them bid ten million dollars for you, that's so mind-blowing," Cameron would rip her hair out if she could.A black Audi, fit for someone with a soul as dark as Jason though. Zade was not out yet and Jason was the cause of all this madness.As soon as he released my hand from his grip, I punched his shoulder."What was that for?" He asked admonished, his hand rising upwards to hold his shoulder.I snorted at that, adding an eyeroll to emphas
Isabella's point of view.I wished I could beat him up.After the shenanigans of last night, the only thing I wanted to do was lay in bed all through and have the whole day to just lay back and relax.I had no desire of waking up with my back next to a man that held no iota of respect for me, his arms, for some reason was wrapped around my abdomen and his nose was in my hair."Slept well Meda?" He asked without moving an inch, the low rumble of his voice washing over me like velvet.I pushed against him, trying to break out of his hold, "I had the most horrible rest last night," He didn't budge, instead his grip got tighter, "Let me go," I snarled at him.He chuckled, "I think you've forgotten who's giving the orders for the rest of the week, Meda. I would not like to punish you."In a few weeks I would be getting married to his brother because this jerk refused to accept my deal and I had no way to pay the debt I owe at the moment.I snorted at that, "I didn't even get any part of th
Isabella's point of view"Jason," Zachary called out making the arrogant smirk on Jason's face wipe off.He kept his hand to himself and used the other to hold unto his daughter."Uncle Zach," She cried out, a large smile on that little face.I had no idea what her name was till now and the thought made me feel bad. "Zachary," Jason said, his tone a bit cold, "I had no idea you would be here. In this city. Going on what seems to be a date with your future wife."His eyes held mine for a few seconds before moving to Zachary's again. I could feel the tension rolling off both boys, so thick I could cut through it with a knife."Hey little girl," I waved my hands at her, "Why don't we leave this place because people are watching us and I hate drama," I clapped my hands together like I was in a fucking drama.Screw me. Two weeks ago, I thought the whole arranged marriage stuff was off the table and now, here I was, standing in-between both brothers, one I was supposed to get married to wh
Isabella's point of view."She's asleep," Jason announced as he came into the sitting room.I was currently working on a new dress I planned to add to my collection before I travelled back to my mother. The whole auctioning stuff had delayed my plans for a whole week now so I might as well use it to make some money.I waved my hand in the air mockingly, "Whoopee, that's the best news anyone can hear."I half expected Jason to tease me some more or even say something stupid about my drawings but he didn't, he sat down on the couch opposite me and turned on the TV, giving whatever movie was on his full attention.Reminded me of our time together when we were younger. The calm before the storm."There's a little smudge there" He muttered under his breath, "But you're way better now, no longer the girl who couldn't even draw a straight line and had to follow me around begging me to teach you."I huffed at that. Was that how he saw me? Still a little girl because that stuff happened about
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