Six.

Chapter 6.

Having stormed out of the ceremony in rage, Isabella still had to bear the shame of going back to her family house to retrieve her things; credit cards and some essentials.

She was basically starting her life anew, she'd need every little resources she could gather.

Keying in the code to the main building, Isabella tried to silently make her way to her old room to get her things but Sandra stood at the top of the stairs, a smirk on her face and her arms crossed sinisterly.

'What the hell is this bitch still doing here? Isn't she like married?' Isabella thought as she returned Sandra a death glare.

"The prodigal daughter returns." Sandra smirked, clapping her hands mockingly. "You still have the face to come here?" 

"I am not here for you, bitch! I am here for my things, if you'd excuse me." Isabella climbed the stairs, thinking Sandra would be reasonable and let her though but Sandra pulled my back, making Isabella stumble.

"What the hell did you do that for? Haven't you caused enough harm already? You set me up and took my husband, now you don't want me to leave in peace?" 

Isabella clenched her fists as she glowered at Sandra’s pleased expression.

Seeing the hatred and anger in Isabella ’s eyes, Sandra leaned forward. “What, do you want to slap me or something?” She turned her cheek toward the fuming girl and said smugly, “Go right ahead, then! Then the whole world would know you aren't just a cheater but a bully!”

Isabella said nothing, holding her anger together.

"That's why father doesn't love you." Sandra pressed on, knowing fully well that Isabella was a step away from throwing her down the stairs.

Without holding back, Isabella brought her hand down across Sandra’s face, resulting in a hard slap. 

“Ah!” Sandra let out a shrill cry. “You just hit me! Mom, Dad—Isabella just hit me!” She howled as she bolted down the stairs.

"And I'll do it again if you mention my mother in that filthy mouth of yours!" Bella said, majestically strutting down the stairs.

Grace quickly pulled her daughter into her arms and cried up the stairwell, 

“How dare you strike my daughter, Isabella! What the hell are you playing at?!”

The commotion brought Mr Grey, Isabella's father out of his study.

"What is it with you women? Can't you-" His words were cut off once he saw Isabella, an angry look clouded his once calm express. "What the hell is she doing here?! What the hell is this slut doing in my house?!"

"I am not a slut." Isabella stepped forward, raising her chin in defiance. She wasn't going to just accept the lies thrown at her, it was time to fight back even though she knew the battle was already lost. 

Mr Grey's attention shifted to a sobbing Sandra, who caressed her red cheek. He saw angry stars flash through his eyes, he looked at his first daughter with anger and embarrassment.

"Just get out of my house. I never want to see you again."

"Fine. I would." Her heart began to freeze, all ability to feel the weight of their betrayal floated away. "But know this, I would be back to get from you what you took from me, in ten folds."

With that she stormed out of the mansion. She had always known that her father's love had shifted from her to her evil stepsister, there was no use trying to convince him otherwise.

Ever since her mother had passed, she had spent her years in this home living like an outsider, for her father had brought home his mistress and his illegitimate daughter to form a new family.

Isabella’s poor mother had never known about her husband’s extra-marital affairs, not even in her death.

I will never come back to this place ever again.

Inside the house, Sandra watched as Isabella dragged her suitcase out the front door, and a wicked smile curled on her lips as she turned to her mother.

"Good riddance!" She said. "Time to being a new chapter of our lives "

…

Five years later, a knock came on the front door of an apartment in San Francisco.

"I'm coming." Isabel, as she preferred being called put away her latest designs. She wasn't expecting any visitors.

A frowned formed on her lips in confusion as she stared at the two bully men in suits.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?' 

"Hello. I am Adrian. Are you Iss Isabella?"

"Isabel, yes." 

"We are from the Armani's. Mrs Elena Armani has requested for your presence."

Isabel's mother had saved a certain Lorenzo from dying years back. The Armani's was one of the top wealthiest family's in America. Lorenzo along with his mother hand.

Isabel had always looked up to her mom even when she never got the chance to meet her. But she really didn't want to get mixed up in anything complicated. The Armani's was a top family in the state and she didn't want mess up with them.

"Mom, who's at the door?" A child asked, appearing beside his mom. His blonde hair and green eyes made him stand out and Adrian face froze.

He whispered something to the partner upon seeing the child.

Isabella didn't understand what was going on, but she hastily sent Carren inside with the promise to take him to his favorite ice-cream store.

"I am sorry but I can't stand in the place of my mom. I appreciate your kindness but no." She shut the door in their face and walked away.

***

"What the hell do you mean by she isn't with you?" Lorenzo growled from the cushion he sat on, his face cold and angry. "Just a little task and you can't carry out . You are worthless to me, maybe I should just kill you!"

"No sir!" They both begged, crumbling in there knees in panic.

"There was a boy-" Adrian sputtered with his eyes shut. "He looks exactly like you, young master!" 

Lorenzo curiousity piqued. He rose up to his six foot four length and strolled casually to the window.

"A boy?" He thought to himself, before turning back to the two men. "How old is he?"

"Around five years."

Lorenzo felt his blood grow cold, his heart picked a bit. Could it be that the woman whom he slept with five years had a son for him?

The woman who he can't get out of his mind?

"I want you to bring her and her son to me. In three days! Am I clear?!"

"Yes sir!"