In Garcia mansion, Marcia was beside herself with worry. She hadn't managed to get through to Asher and now with Isabella termed as a criminal, everything seemed like it was falling apart. And the more convinced she got that something awful had happened to Asher. She knew there was no way of finding out on her own, and that made her feel so useless.If only Paul hadn't turned out to be a traitor! At least she would have had at least a soul to turn to with her worries. At last, she resorted to calling Isabella. Before she did, Isabella called her. “Did you see the news?” Isabella asked the minute Marcia answered. “I think the whole country has by now.” Marcia breathed. She was relieved to hear the calmness in Isabella's tone, which meant the young woman wasn't too affected by the slander and in fact was laughing at the ridiculousness of the entire situation. For a brief while, Marcia contemplated telling her about Asher, wondering if it was worth pilling woes on Isabella's shoulder
Isabella didn't move for a while. Not just because of what Dragana had said, but more of how she had said it. Like she was washing her hands of their case. But could she really blame the woman? She was already in too deep, risking her neck for people that are neither her family nor old friends. “I think you should listen to her.” Lucas spoke up softly. He didn't sound confident, nor did he try to dictate his wishes. From whatever he understood about himself so far, there is nothing in his past that suggests he is equipped to give sound advice or to take up a fatherly role. “I am not trying to dictate what you should do, but if someone has indeed kidnapped your boyfriend, their aim must be to lure you out. And doing exactly what they want seems dumb, doesn't it?” “Nowhere as dumb as raising your father - in - laws kids!” Isabella snapped. Lucas' face fell. He quietly got his feet wobbly, picked his clutches ready to exit. It was evident his presence was the last thing Isabella needed
“Ooh, come on!” Lucas said in a playful tone, earning a stuck out tongue from Dragana. Isabella frowned. Was it merely her imagination, or had the two gotten really close? Her unasked question was answered almost immediately. “Sue me, old man.” Dragana winked. Lucas visibly reddened, confirming to Isabella that she wasn't just seeing her own things.“EW!” Isabella's face contorted as if it was emphasizing her feelings.“What?” Lucas asked with a straight face. “Haven't you had enough share of women in this lifetime?” The rude question was asked with a small smile that told Lucas it wasn't that serious. “You two are literally flirting in front of me.”“So?” Dragana challenged mischievously. “How selfish you are!” She went on without giving Isabella a chance to respond. “You got a boyfriend already, and you don't want me to snug myself one.” Isabella snorted. Just before, she sobered up and brought up Asher. Dragana confessed to already having planted someone close to Frederic, and the
Things seemed to stagnate as days went by. In all directions. Frederic hadn't managed to find Lucas or Isabella, and Asher wasn't the cooperative type, even after he woke up two days ago and Frederic showed him the recent update on his fugitive girlfriend. Asher had laughed, asking the old man if he thought his girlfriend would be that stupid to take the bait. But in his heart, he knew Isabella was too compulsive, and she would have come looking for him. He was sure Dragana had intervened in a way. As he lay on the hard ground with nothing to cover his cold frame, Asher began doubting anyone would find him. Just the day before, he had learned he was not being held in Frederic's mansion. Of course, the man wasn't dumb to risk himself like that. For a man who was almost starved, Asher didn't find it himself to regret being involved in Isabella's mess. His only rue was the fact that he might be an additional to the people who she loved and lost. And he feared she might spiral back into
Frederic found himself locked in the interrogation room for hours, entitled to just one phone call, and he couldn't decide whether to call his lawyer or daughter. The officer in charge made the decision easier for him by disclosing that Edith had turned herself in not too long ago. Frederic's jaw tightened. His hands itched. If he could lay his hands on her at that instant, he would strangle her to death. With no other option, he called his well-payed lawyer, demanding he dust his ass off and show up at the precinct to get him out. Back in Dragana's mansion, there was a cause for celebration. Like someone wise once said, one man's apple is another man's poison. While Frederic anxiously waited to be read his rights, Asher was finally reunited with his woman. Dragana had decided to keep it a surprise, so when she was informed that Asher had been saved, she didn't tell Isabella yet. She waited until he was brought in flesh, knowing the reunion would be sweeter that way. “Oh, my god!” I
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
“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
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
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