“I… this… I…” Asher's eyes widened at Isabella's stutter. She couldn't possibly be meaning what he thought she was. It was surreal. And refreshing for the bodyguard to see the boisterous Isabella Garcia so clueless. “How?” He breathed hoarsely. His hands came up to grip her thighs, holding her in place, as she was attempting to get off him. “Look at me, princess.” With her eyes cast down, she shook her head stubbornly. She feared he would mock and make fun of the irony of her predicament. But Asher wouldn't dare do that. And he proved it by pushing himself up and cupped her chin, forcing her gaze to hold his. “Hey,” He cooed, pecking her lips lightly. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about.” Isabella wasn't convinced. She scoffed. “I mean, it can't be half as bad as the sprint record I just set.” He made fun of himself and, as expected, it eased Isabella's embarrassment. She smiled. No further words were exchanged between the two. Asher sat, pulling her with him until his back hi
Lucas eyed his eldest daughter silently, wondering if she was ready to hear the truth. Her unwavering gaze on him made him it was about time they faced their dysfunctional relationship if there has to be a better future for them. “You are the only one who lost her,” He croaked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Isabella swallowed hard. Was he really going there?“I am not the one who remarried barely a year after her death.” she spat bitterly. Lucas had expected her to touch on the subject, but now that she had, he didn't know what to tell her. “And to her supposed friend no less,” Isabella added quietly, referring to Edith, her stepmother and tripled her father's guilt. What excuse could he give that would be justifiable? He knew marrying too soon had caused his daughter to view him in a different light. How can he explain that it was a consequence of a drunken night of sorrow that left a woman pregnant, and he had no other option than to marry her? Will she understand he did it for hi
"Please, Izzie, let me protect you at least this once," Lucas begged. Isabella had to blink twice just to ensure she wasn't seeing things and the wretched expression on Lucas' face was real. "Do whatever you want." She retorted. "And so will I." Jumping on her feet she brushed her clothes awkwardly. She had almost forgotten all about the testament of her mother. Problem was, she didn't know how to bring it up without letting on that she already knew her mother left her everything. "Hypothetically, if I were to get married, would I get some kind of inheritance from you?" "Of course," Lucas didn't hesitate. "All this is yours." He gestured around as if Isabella would have any use for old books and antiques that decorated the walls of the office. "I planned on giving you what you deserve but with your addiction, I wasn't sure how you would handle it." "What do you mean by everything?" She feigned a frown. Was the man finally going to admit that he has been living on her fortune? "You
Lucas had never defended his daughter Isabella against his wife's ridicule or insults. Mainly because everything Edith accused Isabella of, was quite true. But today he was itching to shut her down. Yet, he couldn't. Not without arousing unnecessary suspicion. So, he shoved his anger deep down and offered his darling wife a small smile as if he were concurring with her words. The act motivated Edith to keep on spewing nonsense. “You would be a fool to invest in that loser!” She went on. “The nerve. Who does she think she is?” “Don't get yourself worked up for nothing.” Lucas cooed, reaching out to rub his wife's palm gently, though all he wanted to do was grab his tightly and demand she tell him if she had anything to do with Lorena's death. “What did you tell her?” Edith wasn't letting it go. She was like a dog with a bone. Lucas sighed in exaggeration. “I told her I would think about it.” He started calmly. “What? Are you crazy?” She pulled her hand out of his harshly. “What's
“Lucas Garcia, what are you insinuating?” Her eyes shifted. She was definitely on the edge. Lucas noticed just as he realized his blunder. He breathed out heavily, running his hand down his face. “All I am saying is it must have been an accident because she was drunk according to the autopsy. She was sad but not miserable as to kill herself.” Edith exhaled discreetly, relieved terribly. For a split second, she had imagined the worst. Like perhaps a loophole that might have exposed a secret she and a few vowed to carry to their graves. “That doesn't mean you should waste your money on that brat.” She argued more calmly. Lucas sighed. He was too tired of bickering with her. Plus, he had already confirmed Isabella's suspicions to be somewhat true. Edith seemed to have a deep-rooted hatred for Lorena. Nothing is as dangerous as a foe posing as a confidant. And that's precisely what he planned to be to Edith. At least until he can uncover the mystery behind Lorena's death. Heaven's help
'Was I that horrible?' Lucas thought to himself in disbelief. Didn't he love his wife with all his might? Where could he have done wrong to make Marcia come to such a disheartening conclusion? Could have Lorena felt the same way, and he didn't notice it in time? “I loved your friend, dearly.” He managed to croak. He didn't understand why he desperately wanted Marcia to believe him. Perhaps it would make him feel like less of a failure, or maybe he just needed to be in her good graces once again. “Keep telling yourself that, if it helps you sleep better at night.” It was like Marcia woke up and chose war. She wasn't going easy on him at all. Lucas exhausted all that he could say in his defense and decided to ask Marcia what he did so badly that made her hate him that much. Of course, he knew in the list, his marriage to Edith topped it. But it was his surprise, she was angrier at how he had been treating Isabella so far. She went ahead to remind him that all the money he and his 'per
He fumed. Every cell in his body vibrated in rage, but there was nothing he could do apart from watch the woman he loves laugh contently in another man's arms. And when they entered the café together, hand in hand, Asher was left cussing under his breath, fighting the urge to cyclone after them and throw his woman over the shoulder. He had to remind himself that in public he is nothing more than a bodyguard. Wanting to distract himself, Asher took out his phone and began reading the numerous messages he had been ignoring from his old man. Though he would rather not, Asher decided to Go call him and give false hopes because the alternative would be Silas storming over to the Garcia mansion and that would be a sight to behold. Inside the café, Isabella and Elton had a lot to talk about. Mostly revolved around Silvia and how her absence has been hard for everyone. Elton commented that Isabella looked different. Calm and even healthier looking. That's when she told him all about Asher's
“Daddy…” Olivia sputtered, trying to take an innocent stance and paint her sister as the aggressor. Jacinta saw the savage move and glared at her. Isabella, who already had enough of the shitty turn her day had taken, took the opportunity to slip away, hurrying to her room. Lucas noticed she looked miserable, but didn't ask about it because he was sure he was the last person she would unburden to. Also, with Jacinta and Olivia around, Lucas didn't feel it was wise to go, an all-concerned father in fear of arousing suspicion. Knowing his daughters, they have runny mouths. And Edith would definitely hear about it in a matter of seconds. “We just wanted to know why she seemed sad.” Jacinta said lamely, making Lucas to turn and look at her. He wanted so badly to scold her on behalf of Isabella, but decided against it. With a flicker of his wrist, he dismissed the two, telling them lightly to let Isabella be. They, of course, nodded fast, but Lucas wasn't fooled. He had barely disappeared
FOUR YEARS LATER…Isabella couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight that met her eyes once she entered her daughter’s bedroom. The older was sprawled on the floor obediently while his granddaughter painted his entire face with all sorts of stickers, not to mention the colorful rubber bands holding his cropped hair messily. “Look Mummy!” The little girl shouted excitedly. “I am making gramps pretty.”“I can see that pumpkin.” Isabella chuckled. “Dont laugh.” The older man grumbled. But he too couldnt hide his happiness. “You are getting soft, oldman.” Isabella taunted. “Only for her.” The older man retorted. “For her i would go to the depths of hell and combat Lucifer if need be.” Isabella smiled wider. She knew those words to be true. Her daughter, Davina was immensely loved and protected. She will never know suffering like her mother did. The train of thought had Isabella flashabcking a few years ago when she had surmised that happiness was never in the cards for her. Boy had she b
Surprisingly to say, the older folks date was going well. Partially because they both went on gushing about their kids in turn and didnt shy away from mentioning their dead loves once or twice. That was ofcourse until Dragana dropped the bombshell. “What are we to each other Lucas?” She asked quietly. It was no secret that she was greatly enourmered by the man sitting directly opposite of her in the small vintage diner. But she wasnt the kind to drag things along. And blurry lines werent her favourite geometry. Lucas gulped. He quickly raised his champagne glass and in one long sip he emptied it before facing her. “It has been a while since i felt this nervous talking to a woman.” He admitted making Dragana smile. “Tell me about it.” She scoffed. “I got my daughter’s blessing.” Lucas said looking at Dragana in the eye.“My son gave his too”“Really?” Lucas beamed. Dragana nodded. “Does that mean we can make it official?”“Make what official?” Dragana asked making Lucas frown.“Our
"Please don't hurt her." Asher found himself begging. "You don't have to pretend to care for this wench son, " Silas responded smoothly. "I already confessed our plan to her. "Not to worry, she won't leave to tell a soul. You can go back to finish the rest like we agreed on." Isabella didn't even feel when the tears started. She was too hurt to feel anything, let alone liquid flowing down her cheeks. Asher wanted to fight. But he couldn't. For the fear that his old man might hurt his Isabella. So he decide to play along. Knowing very well that Isabella will never look at him the same way again. But at this point, there was no other option. He would rather have her alive and well hating him, because the alternative was unthinkable."And how will I explain that she slipped out of my watch?" He asked in a bored tone throwing Silas off the track momentarily. Isabella froze. Up until then, a small part of her heart hoped that everything was some twisted joke to test her trust in Asher. But
Asher couldn't contain his haywire horrific thoughts as he drove towards his childhood home breaking every speeding limit known to man. He knew his old man too well to know he wasn't bluffing about hurting Isabella. After all, he had been preparing all his life for that exact moment. Asher hadn't dared tell anyone of the call afraid that he would get the blame he so deserved for putting Isabella once again in harms way. He surprised himself when he began chatting to the deity to keep Isabella safe where his own strength would fail. By the time he got there, Silas had more than managed to convince Isabella that she was nothing more than a vengeance tool for Asher. "I am here, now you can let her go." He screamed at his old man kicking the basement door open. Isabella didn't even lift her eyes to look at him. She felt so betrayed and used and damn a fool for never questioning her knight in a black suit, earpiece and gun who practically appeared in her life when she desperately needed s
Silas Marlowe was in a foul mood. Scratch that; he was livid. Seeing red literally. His 'heroic' son had proved that when you want something done, you should do it yourself. That's why Marlowe was preparing to go after the Garcia's himself now. And if his ungrateful son attempts to get in the middle, Marlowe would serve him a similar fate to that of his enemies. While the occupants of the Garcia mansion relaxed, thinking all the threats against them had been neutralized, one bodyguard worried. For he knew his father too well, and there was no talking him out of the vengeance scheme that he had planned all his life. But what he didn't expect, was that his father was already on the move. It was two days after Isabella found out that the people closest to her had been keeping a vital secret from her, and she hadn't attempted to talk to any of them since. That's why when she left to meet with her old friend Elton, she didn't let Asher accompany her as always. Instead, she chose one of th
Isabella sputtered in surprise, not believing that Asher could be that shameless in front of her father. “Did you need anything?” She asked hurriedly. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” Lucas coughed awkwardly, forgetting momentarily why he had come into the kitchen to begin with. “Of course not but…” Isabella trailed, realizing that fast that Lucas was just messing with her. Their relationship had improved greatly, and she was slowly getting used to his witty side that she never knew existed. “What do you really want, dad?” “I thought we could talk.” Lucas replied seriously. It's about time he came clean to Isabella about her biological father and everything else Marina would have wanted her to know. Lucas had conveyed the thought to Marcia, who too agreed it's about damn time. “About?” Isabella frowned. One look at Lucas and Asher knew he should excuse himself. Kissing his girlfriend briefly on the forehead, he left, assuring her that her was going straight back to bed. Marcia h
It had been over three weeks since Isabella and her old man returned to their old mansion. Though Lucas was adamant about it, the two have already enlisted the mansion for sale and a new place is almost ready for them to move in. Isabella felt they had a lot of bad memories in the house to keep kivbg there like nothing had happened. Especially after Edith's hearing a week ago where she finally had the guts to tell Lucas to his face that he didn't father her daughters. And though Asher had already told Isabella and Lucas that days prior, it still sounded so callous and cold coming from the horses mouth. That left Isabella conflicted. On one hand she hated her step siblings, Jacinta and Olivia. But after the revelation, she pitied them more. Must be hurtful to know of their shameful bloodline. One moment they called him grandfather the next they can't fathom calling him father. After much negotiations, she and Lucas agreed the two had no choice in how they got into the world. But at the
“Shut up asshole.” Someone mumbled shakily. Leave it to Bich to water down heavy moments. The wailing couple didn't even seem like they had noticed the surrounding bickering. They only had eyes for each other. “ I can't believe you are back,” Isabella moaned, tightening her hands on her lover. It had been quite tough holding on to the belief that Dragana would get Asher back for her. “I am here.” Asher croaked, thankful for finally having the one person he can't imagine a life without in his arms. All the torture that Fredric had put him through felt worth it. He would gladly go through it again to ensure Isabella is safe. “You are here.” Isabella agreed. Marvelling at how surreal it all felt. “You are really here.”“He really is.” Bich spoke up once again in what felt like exasperation, but in reality his eyes were barely seeing anything. “Can we cut down the waterworks now?” Everyone laughed throatily. Asher realized Isabella was too emotional to let. And he would rather not sto
Asher grinned. In as much as he hated to see Isabella cry, it thrilled him immensely to see her emotional reaction due to his return. She squealed, decidedly freezing in her steps as undoubtedly happy tears flowed non-stop. “Go hug him already.” Dragana prompted, but Isabella didn't budge even a muscle. She wanted to. Badly. But her body didn't obey her mind, no matter how much she willed it to. Anyone present couldn't keep their emotions in check as Asher did the moving. More like limped to where his girlfriend stood and pulled her fiercely into his arms. For the two emotionally drained lovers, it felt like coming back hone as after months of starvation in the desert. They clung into each other and for the first time ever, Asher didn't give a damn who was watching or not. He broke down and sobbed his heart out alongside his girlfriend at the glare of their friends shamelessly. Thing is, no one would have dared judge them among their spectators be because none could claim dry eyes. T