When Asher woke up the following day, he quickly spoke to his supervisor asking for the day, claiming that looking for the run-away heirless was taking a toll on his well-being. Of course, by now the security supervisor, Mathias, knew of their affair and felt more than pity for the fool who fell for the spoiled brat. Let it not be said that Mathias didn't attempt to warn Asher in advance. If anything, he advised him to resign and look for another job instead of compromising his morals, but the headstrong man wouldn't heed his words. And now he was paying the price. Mathias thought sadly. “Take care of yourself, Marlowe. No woman is worth dying for.” Mathias encouraged sincerely. 'She is worth every trouble.' Asher thought you himself but on the outside, he nodded wanting to be dismissed fast. After a firm yet cordial goodbye, Asher was about to step out of the Garcia mansion without suspicion whatsoever. His mission was simple, follow Edith when she leaves the mansion. Not because h
“I take it he wasn't so cooperative.” Dragana continued eyeing the limp body at the back of Asher's car. The bodyguard doesn't bother answering the rhetorical question. “She is still sleeping.” Dragana offered knowingly. “She stayed up late last night with her new boyfriend.” Asher's eyes snapped back to Dragana's face. His jaw tightened. He knew she was just pulling his leg, but the what-if at the back of his head showed just how insecure he was about their relationship. No day goes by he doesn't wake up and wonder why she would choose him. Some so many eligible men would be more than glad to call her theirs, and yet, he got the honor to. “My son is so smitten with her. I would suggest you watch your back.” She joked. Asher found himself exhaling heavily with a relieved chuckle. He was battling an urge to ask Dragana to take him to Isabella's room. He had missed her so damn much and wanted nothing more than to stare into her lovely face, even if it was just for a few seconds. And hol
“Let me go, you brute!” Isabella kicked Asher's leg to no avail. His steely hold on her remained.“You are angry,” Asher stated the obvious.“Really?” Isabella screamed. “I didn't know that. What gave it away?” She felt like all the anger that has dampened after talking to Dragana resurfaced. “I was able to get Lucas out.” Asher changed the topic. Isabella stopped struggling. “He is in the next room.” Isabella frowned. How comes she hadn't seen him?“Did he get his memory….”“No.” Asher cut in. “I am not sure if he ever will, but we can hope.” Isabella let herself relax in her lover's arms begrudgingly. She had plenty to a cold her for, but there would be plenty of time for that. Currently, she wanted to see Lucas and ensure the man was alive. At the risk of him not recognizing her or even hating her. “Can you take me to see him?” She asked with a small voice, telling Asher just how uncertain she was. “You can see him anytime.” Asher soothed, burying his nose in her neck. “He will
Asher left a few hours later than he would have wanted to because he kept giving in to the 'just a little while more' from his compelling girlfriend. By the time he left, the two lovers were right as ever and the only thing Isabella asked from him was to be careful out there because her life was tethered to his. She also promised not to stress him anymore and that she will wait patiently for his signal. In the next room, Dragana had dragged a couch next to Lucas' bed and sat unmoving, admiring the sleeping man. All the sentiments she had been believed to have died with her husband strangely clashed forth like a tornado. She couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly about the man who made her want to strip naked, bend over, and demand he fuck her to oblivion. The longer she stared, the hooked she became. She was literally one breath away from jumping at his unconscious self. Her body ached deliciously in all the right places that she hadn't felt an itch in what felt like forever. Even he
By the time Isabella finished her narration, Lucas was weeping like a baby. Luckily, no one else, apart from his daughter who got to see him break down since Dragana had excused herself to give the two the privacy they deserved. To say Lucas was disgusted with himself it would be putting mildly. He couldn't believe that, on top of believing that Marina had killed herself, he went ahead and married Edith, who was supposed to be the best friend. Thanks to the internet, Isabella was able to confirm her words by showing the happy family. That's when Lucas realized there were no pictures with Isabella in it.His heart sank, remembering the promises he had made to Marina before she agreed to marry him. He was to be a father to her little girl. But from his understanding, Lucas had failed in that as well. He ended up asking Isabella how she can bear to look at him after everything he had done. Isabella reminded him that he had somehow reverted back to his old self and was helping prove that
“I am the worst challenger you should choose to be an enemy of.” Frederic replied, landing another fist on Asher's other cheek. Once a soldier…Asher, ignoring all the logic, leapt up despite the pain and lunged at Frederic, pushing the man to the ground. Before he could do any considerable damage, more than five guns aimed at him, waiting for the slightest command from Frederic. Since Asher knew Frederic wouldn't kill him without getting the answers he so desperately needed, the bodyguard smacked his captor hard on the face before spitting on him. “You know so much about me but missed the important one. I don't negotiate with delinquents.” “Get him off me, dammit!” Frederic screamed, wondering why his hooligans thought holding guns on Asher was more indispensable than pulling the man off him. Once Asher got pulled roughly off Frederic, the men wasted no time giving him a beating of his life. They could have killed him. But Asher still wouldn't beg. Somehow, he surrendered to the d
Asher had lot count of the number of times he had fallen in and out of consciousness. There was literally no part of his body that hadn't tasted some kind of beating. Either whip, fist, kick, or slap. Even opening his eyes felt like a hard chore. But despite it all, he hadn't even admitted to k owing where Lucas or his daughter were. It was a secret he would rather take to his grave. And he might. Unless Dragana or his friends, whom he was supposed to meet with, figure out anything was a miss. The last time he spoke to them was when he postponed their drinks plan to a later hour because he had been summoned to the mansion. Is Mathias Fredric's man as well? Asher wondered if the old man had known all along what Frederic and his daughter had done. Asher was getting a headache, either from thinking too much or because his poor wounded head lay on the cold concrete. Were it a weaker man, he might have begging for a quick death by now or screaming the needed like Frederic hoped. Asher tho
Isabella had been pacing all over the estate non-stop. Her conversation with Lucas had left her feeling disoriented. It was like she was relieving shit she would rather put behind her. To Lucas, it felt like news, but to poor Isabella it was worse than rubbing salt in a wound.“Hey!” She had been too preoccupied to notice Sebastian approach. The teenager had been done with school and had rushed home to gaze at his beautiful crush. His best friend from school had a hard time picturing a goddess like Isabella walking among mortals according to the way Sebastian had painted her. “You are back.” Isabella attempted a happy front. Buy Sebastian saw her sadness. Being a clueless one, he assumed that his other must have gone off on Isabella, since he had heard them argue a day or two earlier. “Don't mind her. She is a buzz killer sometimes.” Sebastian whispered clandestinely. Isabella laughed, not surprised at all with the remark. Thing, is, Sebastian was yet to know about Lucas. Well, he h
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