"Did you really have to bring her up?" Jaxon asked, his face unreadable. Alex swallowed hard."I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have," he said, voice laced with regret. "It’s just... I haven’t seen you with her picture lately. You barely even mention her name anymore."Jaxon cut in, his tone firm. "That’s because I’ve finally accepted the truth you all kept telling me." He turned back to his computer. "Teresa is gone."Alex swallowed again, nodding. "Okay… For what it’s worth, I’m happy for you. And I have to say, pulling off that dinner for Isla all on your own? Impressive." He forced a light tone, hoping to shift the mood. Luckily, it worked—Jaxon couldn’t help but smile at the mention of Isla."You’re a great boyfriend. She’s lucky to have you.""Thanks," Jaxon said with a grin, finally pulling his hands away from the keyboard. "I sent over the list of clients and the quantities for the next deliveries."Alex checked his phone, scrolling quickly. "You’ve got a meeting tomorrow. With the fami
The workday at the company was wrapping up when Jaxon called Isla into his office. Just as she was about to leave her desk, Asher approached her, a broad, welcoming smile on his face.“Hey,” he greeted, leaning casually against her desk as his colleagues passed by, throwing Isla knowing nods and smirks.She furrowed her brows at their reactions but acknowledged them with a polite nod.Asher scoffed, glancing at them before turning back to her. “Ignore them. They’re being ridiculous.”Isla flicked her brows and shrugged. “It’s cool.” She smiled.“So… you heading out now?” he asked.Isla’s gaze shifted toward Jaxon’s office, where she found him watching them from behind his desk.“Erm… not yet. I have some work to finish up,” she stammered.Asher narrowed his eyes. “You said that last time, Isla. Are you avoiding me?” He leaned in slightly, and she let out an uneasy smile, instinctively leaning back.She shot another glance at Jaxon, who was now on his feet.“You’re making it seem like
Isla arrived at Sophie’s apartment, dropped off by Jaxon’s driver.“Thanks,” she said, waving goodnight. The driver gave a slight nod before speeding off.As she entered the apartment complex, excitement bubbled up inside her. She broke into a giggle, practically running.“Sophie! Sophie!” she called out, eager to share everything—despite already spilling most of it over the phone.She dashed up the stairs, stopping in front of Sophie’s door.“Girllll!” Sophie’s voice rang from inside. The door flung open, and the two best friends threw their arms around each other in a tight embrace.“I missed you so much, Isla!” Sophie whined dramatically.Isla burst into laughter. “Oh, please. You’re so dramatic—I was here two nights ago.”“What? No!” Sophie protested as they stepped inside. “You were here physically, but mentally? Nah. You were sulking and blaming me for trying to set you up with Mr. Stranger.” She plopped onto the couch with a smirk.“Whatever.” Isla laughed, settling next to her.
Jaxon groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He lay still, staring up at the ceiling, trying to blink away the blur clouding his vision. A dull throbbing pounded in his skull, and as he pushed himself upright, the pain intensified.“Arghh,” he gritted out, cradling his head in his hands. Squeezing his eyes shut didn’t help much, but he tried anyway.‘I need peppermint tea,’ he thought, yanking the duvet off his body. Moving to the edge of the bed, he sat still for a moment before reaching for his phone on the bedside table.When he powered it on and checked the date, relief washed over him—it was Saturday.“I really shouldn’t have drunk that much,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. With a sigh, he swung his legs off the bed, slipped on his flip-flops, and dragged his feet across the cool tiles toward the living room.As he wandered into the kitchen, he scrolled through his phone and dialed Isla’s number. Setting the phone on the counter, he shuffled over to the fridge for a bott
Sophie arrived at Michael’s apartment and knocked on his door.“Hey, baby,” she called, a bright smile on her face—though her mind had been restless the entire way here.Before she could knock again, the door swung open, revealing Michael in just a pair of shorts, his hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed.“Hey, babe.” He smiled softly, opening his arms for her. She stepped inside, wrapping herself around him in a warm embrace.“You just woke up?” she asked as they pulled apart.Michael nodded, rubbing his eyes.“No wonder,” she said, walking toward the living room. “I sent you a message, but it didn’t deliver. I figured you didn’t have your phone on you.”Michael followed, dragging his feet across the floor, running his fingers through his messy hair.Sophie glanced back at him and chuckled. “You look like you need coffee.” Dropping her bag onto the couch, she made her way to the kitchen.“Yeah, yeah. I feel so dull,” he muttered, trailing after her. He slumped onto a stool i
Margaret sat in her usual spot in the living room while Danika busied herself in the kitchen, preparing dinner.As she waited, Margaret’s thoughts, as always, drifted to Jaxon. With a frown, she blurted out, “Is it just me, or has it been ages since Jaxon last came here?”Danika chuckled as she stepped out of the kitchen. “It hasn’t been ages, Margaret. He was here, what? Three days ago?”Margaret rolled her eyes. “Exactly. It never takes him three days to show up. Maybe he’s with Isla already.”Danika smirked. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”Margaret let out a laugh, nodding. “I know, but still. He should at least report back to me and—”“Ding Dong!”The doorbell rang, cutting her off. Both women turned toward the door just as it swung open.Danika’s grin widened. She already knew who it was.“Speak of the devil,” Margaret muttered as Jaxon stepped in, hand in hand with Isla. “I almost thought you forgot me,” she added with mock offense.Jaxon burst into laughter. “You’re so dramatic,
Isla and Maggie burst into laughter, their chuckles filling the room. Maggie rambled on about Jaxon—how he’d been a bit of a clumsy oaf in his younger days and how, against all odds, he’d managed to win the heart of a woman like Isla.Meanwhile, Danika set the table for dinner. Just as they settled into their seats, Isla’s phone buzzed against the table.“Sorry,” she murmured, reaching for it. A quick glance at the screen—Sophie. Isla stood and stepped away from the table to take the call.“Hey,” she greeted, a wide smile on her face. But instead of a cheerful reply, she was met with a shaky sniff.“Hey,” Sophie’s voice trembled, and Isla’s brows knitted together in concern.“Are you crying?” she asked, alarmed. Another sniff.“I know I shouldn’t be calling… I know you’re with Jaxon, but I can’t keep this in anymore,” Sophie’s voice cracked, and Isla’s heart clenched.“What’s wrong? What happened?” Isla pressed, worry thick in her tone. “Where are you? Aren’t you with Michael?”There
Michael sat in the living room, his phone clutched in his hand. His eyes were fixed on the message he had sent to Alex—still unread."Can you make it down to my apartment? I really need to see you."He had sent it over an hour ago. Delivered, but not seen.Michael exhaled sharply. “Should I just call him?” he muttered, tapping on Alex’s contact and pressing dial. The moment the line rang, he heard a phone buzzing outside his door.His heart skipped. “Alex?” A grin broke across his face as he jumped to his feet and rushed to the door.Before Alex could even knock, the door swung open, revealing Michael beaming at him.“You’re here,” Michael breathed, his excitement evident as he threw his arms around him in a tight embrace.Alex chuckled, hugging him back. “Why are you so happy to see me?”“Because I texted you, and you didn’t respond. I thought you didn’t want to come.”“Maybe you sent it while I was busy…” Alex smirked, pulling away slightly. “…or while I was out getting us dinner.”
As Isla lay silently in the cage, exhaustion and thirst weighing her down, the sudden sound of keys jingling against metal snapped her out of her haze. The cell gate creaked open.Her heart pounded violently in her chest, dreading what was coming next. Before she could react, rough hands clamped around her ankles and yanked her forward.“Aghhh!” she cried out as her skin scraped against the cold, hard floor, sharp stinging cuts forming along her arms and legs.“Shut the fuck up, woman!” Bianchi snapped, irritation lacing his voice. A trail of smoke curled from the cigarette hanging at the corner of his lips. “Tie her to the chair,” he ordered.His men wasted no time. They grabbed her, forcing her onto a chair as she thrashed against their grip. A thick, coarse rope was wound tightly around her, pinning her arms to her sides. Blood trickled from the fresh cuts on her skin, staining her already filthy blue shirt.“Let me go!” she screamed, but Bianchi only chuckled, shaking his head.“N
Mrs. Bennett sat in Jaxon’s living room, her gaze sweeping across the grand interior while he settled into the couch opposite her.The room was silent, save for their presence, as his men waited outside for further instructions.“Mrs. Bennett, I appreciate you coming here with me. I have so many questions, and I’d really appreciate it if you could answer them,” Jaxon said, his tone steady.She exhaled, a weary sigh escaping her lips. “I’m already here, aren’t I? Not like I had much of a choice,” she murmured, leaning back against the couch.“I know you need rest, so I’ll keep this brief.” He met her gaze, and she gave a small nod before he continued, “How did Teresa Blackwood become Isla Bennett?”A soft sigh left her lips. “I changed our names and identities after your father killed my husband. Don Westerly wasn’t a man of mercy—he was ruthless, powerful. My husband made the mistake of getting entangled with him, and it cost him his life. I knew that settling the score wouldn’t be en
Austin waited in his usual secluded spot, anxious for the meetup. At last, he had the money, one final payment before cutting ties with the loan sharks for good.Right on cue, a car screeched around the corner, nearly clipping him. Austin quickly stepped back, cursing under his breath.The vehicle jerked to a stop, engine cutting off. As the driver slid out, Austin exhaled sharply. “You really need to stop pulling that stunt,” he muttered, irritation lacing his voice.The man grinned, flashing a set of crooked teeth. “Austin! You’ve got my money. Finally.”Without a word, Austin reached into the inner pocket of his suit and pulled out a thick brown envelope. He extended it with a firm expression. “This is the last time we do business.”The man took the envelope, nodding as he peeled it open. He sifted through the cash, eyes narrowing. “I trust you wouldn’t be stupid enough to short me.”Austin shrugged. “Count it if you want.”The man scoffed, gave a brief nod, then tossed the envelop
Alex stepped aside and reached for his phone to call Jaxon, but just as he was about to dial, he spotted Jaxon’s car pulling into Mrs. Bennett’s compound.Lowering his phone, he strode toward the vehicle, barely waiting for Jaxon to cut the engine before speaking."I was just about to call you," Alex said as Jaxon unfastened his seatbelt and swung the door open.Alex continued, "No sign of her at the hospital yet. We just got here, so we’re not sure if she’s here either. We knocked, but no one has—""Someone just answered," Jaxon cut in, his eyes fixed on the house. He barely acknowledged Alex as he advanced toward the entrance. His men stood still, awaiting orders, while Alex trailed behind him.The door swung open, revealing Ivy. The moment she stepped outside, her gaze locked onto Jaxon, her expression hardening. ‘Of course, it’s him,’ she thought in disgust, shutting the door behind her."Don’t you think this is a bit dramatic?" Ivy scoffed, folding her arms. "We get it—you run a
"Jeremy wants a divorce." Ivy's voice was steady, but the weight of her words filled the room. She sank into the chair beside her mother’s bed, exhaustion lining her face. They had just returned from the hospital—Mrs. Bennett needed to rest before her next chemo cycle."What?!" Mrs. Bennett’s voice came out weak, yet the shock was evident in her expression.Ivy simply shrugged. "It’s Isla. Again," she muttered, and the confusion on her mother’s face deepened."What do you mean? What does Isla have to do with this?"Ivy scoffed. "If they hadn’t seen each other the day before, divorce wouldn’t even be on Jeremy’s mind. He claims they’re still in love, and apparently, she feels the same."Mrs. Bennett shook her head in disbelief. "That’s impossible. It doesn’t add up. Isla has a boyfriend—things are serious between them. I don’t believe she would say something like that to Jeremy. He must have misunderstood."A bitter laugh escaped Ivy’s lips. "Of course. I knew you’d defend her. You alw
“Isla!” Jaxon burst into his mansion, breathless. “Isla!” he called again, his voice echoing through the eerily silent house.Charlie’s words replayed in his mind as he rushed toward the stairs."Teresa has been here all along! Her mother changed their identities and appearance, terrified your father would come after the rest of the family. She fled Rome and has been hiding in a small house in Naples."“Isla!” he shouted once more, but the silence remained unbroken.Then he froze.Down the hallway, his study door was ajar.“Fuck!” he cursed, sprinting toward it.The moment he stepped inside, her scent lingered in the air. His stomach tightened as he rushed to his desk—only to find his journal missing. The rest of his belongings had been disturbed.“Fuck! She knows!” His pulse pounded as he bolted out of the study, slamming the door shut behind him. Without hesitation, he headed straight for her bedroom.The door was slightly ajar, and a cold dread settled in his chest. His worst fears
Isla strode straight to the desk, her gaze sweeping the room in search of any clue—anything to prove she wasn’t just being paranoid.Reaching the desk, her eyes flicked over its surface. A few files lay scattered on top. She skimmed through them, but they were nothing more than work-related documents and contracts.Crouching slightly, she turned her attention to the drawers attached to the desk. Just as she was about to place her phone down and pull one open, her screen lit up with an incoming call.She frowned, glancing at the name. It was Austin. Her jaw tightened. ‘Bad timing.’ Without a second thought, she silenced the call and set the phone on the desk.Returning to the drawers, she tugged at one—locked. She tried another. Also locked.‘Locked drawers inside a locked room? That’s beyond suspicious.’ She tested each one, but none had been carelessly left open. ‘Great. Now I have to find the keys. And they better not be hidden too well.’Shifting her focus, she moved to the bookshe
Jeremy sped off in his car, heading to work. His eyes flickered to his phone screen once more, hoping for a message from Isla, but nothing.‘Did she know he was in the mafia before?’ The thought gnawed at him. He shook his head, refocusing on the road. He remembered clearly how much Isla despised the mafia when they were together. She never held back her disgust, always speaking about them with pure contempt.He had often wondered why, but she never gave him an answer. Sure, everyone knew the mafia was powerful, ruthless, and knee-deep in illegal business, but Isla’s hatred ran deeper. It was personal. And he knew that.‘There’s no way she knew and still got with him. He must’ve hidden it from her. But... why hasn’t she responded after reading the message?’ His jaw clenched as he tilted his head in thought.As he approached the turn under a bridge, he made the sharp curve, and caught sight of a car sticking unnervingly close behind him. His brows furrowed. Checking the rearview mirror
Isla woke up with a deep yawn, stretching her arm toward the empty space beside her. She expected to feel Jaxon lying next to her, but he was nowhere to be found.Her brows furrowed as she blinked her eyes open, glancing at his side of the bed. Letting out a quiet sigh, she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand."Jaxon?" she mumbled drowsily, stifling another yawn.Sliding out from beneath the sheets, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and reached for her phone. Unlocking it, she found everything exactly as she had left it the night before.Slipping on her flip-flops, she padded toward the door and stepped into the hallway."Jaxon?" she called again, her voice echoing slightly as she made her way toward the stairs.The night before, after her conversation with Austin, she had made up her mind—she was going to tell Jaxon about it. Something about Austin wanting to meet up before explaining himself felt off to her. It almost seemed like he had nothin