Isabelle was already in the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee very early in the morning. The thought of the nightmare stole the remaining iota of sleep from her eyes. Bridget walked in a minute later to make her breakfast.
“Good morning ma,” she greeted.
“Good morning, Bridget, how are you?” Isabelle responded politely.
“I’m fine, ma. What would you like to have for breakfast?”
Isabelle, still putting up a smile, thought for a minute before answering. “Tofu Scramble Burrito,” she said, raising the cup of coffee to take a sip. “Let’s go the Mexican way,” she added.
Bridget smiled and immediately got to work.
After the breakfast, she showed her the way to Fernandez room. It was the next door after hers; the one with the sculpture of the head of a lion above its entrance door. There, Isabelle remembered the line in the contract that read, ‘you must not leave the house unsearched.’ He must’ve chosen the next room for her just to keep an eye on her.
“Did you sleep well?” The baritone voice came in as they entered. He was seating at the center leather chair in his seating room. Isabelle nodded in affirmation.
“You can excuse us now,” he said, looking at Bridget who quickly bent her knee and left the room.
“Please sit,” he said, pointing at the chair opposite him. Isabelle quietly took the seat, almost fidgeting. She stared at the beautiful artworks hung round the room, some depicting his real estate profession.
“Where is the contract?” Fernandez said his voice deep and stern. “You were asked to come with it. Didn’t Bridget inform you that?”
Isabelle bent her head, peeling her fingers, finding the right words to explain her ordeal about the contract.
“You clearly have not read or signed it, have you?” Fernandez asked noticing the uneasiness in her expressions.
She lifted her head to look at him and then returned it to the floor. “Actually, there is something about the contract I want to talk to you about.”
Fernandez eyes narrowed and face gradually turning flushed. “And what could that be?”
Isabelle waited for some seconds before answering, trying not to send the wrong impression.“I uh…. I’m finding it difficult to accept the condition that I must forfeit all connection to the child after 6 month of its birth. Could you please reconsider that part?”
Just as she expected, Fernandez countenance changed immediately, dark lines swept beneath his eyes.
“What?!” He roared like a wounded lion. The sound reverberated in Isabelle’s ears, making her to shiver. “I clearly made this known to the doctor even before the contract was submitted to her. Why are you beginning to sound like you were not informed of this?”
Isabelle went mute, words suddenly drained from her mouth. Clearly, she was told. She was aware, but the current condition then – being homeless after divorce, and the need to build a future for herself which the $400,000 can ultimately afford, she accepted the conditions without asking questions.
But his tone was mean. Couldn’t he be at least romantic in addressing the woman carrying his child?
“Go freshen up. You’re accompanying me to a fund raising event this morning as my wife,” he said with a commanding voice. “You can sign the contract when we return.”
Isabelle was still seated, thinking about his respond to her request while he stood up to leave through the next door connected to the seating room. He turned and noticed Isabelle hadn’t moved an inch.
“We don’t have to be late. Go get ready,” he said again with a wave of hand but in a low tone this time.
Isabelle stood to leave; she was halted by his voice again. “Bridget will bring you some dresses in a minute. Make your choice out of them.”
**
The Goldberg Event Centre was filled with dignitaries from high places, chatting and exchanging pleasantries. Isabelle and Fernandez entered with all eyes on them, asking who the strange woman with him was. Flashes of light from the cameras fell on them continuously like drops of rain.
A waitress on black skirt and white top smiled at them and showed them to their seat. On the table, where two different expensive wines and two glasses of wine. Few minutes after they were seated, Fernandez phone rang and he excused himself to pick the call.
Unexpectedly, Isabelle’s gaze caught a lady on red dress, her lips painted carefully with faint red color. Her legs were long and seductive, holding the hips no man would ever resist. She held a glass of red wine on one hand while chatting with a guest.
Isabelle’s eyes narrowed in shock. What could Alison be doing in a fund raising event alone? Morris was obviously not in sight.
Immediately their gaze met, Alison caught the shock too, but hers was mixed with rage. She moved to Isabelle’s seat angrily.
“Are you stalking me, bitch?” Alison thundered, waving her hand angrily. She observed the diamond necklace and earrings Isabelle wore and the expensive dress.
“Have you suddenly started stealing too?” She added mockingly.
Isabelle was boiling inside of her, but didn’t utter a word. She maintained her composure and just stared at the barking lady. This made Alison angry the more. Seeing Isabelle there made her think she was stalking her which inspired the confrontation.
Alison’s voice attracted the attention of the guests close by. Fernandez was far from sight, so he unaware of the hyena about to swallow his wife.
Alison drew close to Isabelle, dragged her up with her left hand. “Am I not talking you, bitch?”
Isabelle raised her right hand to the air and the next thing, it landed on Alison’s cheek with a reverberating sound that send stars to Alison’s eyes. Alison took a minute to regain consciousness.“How dare you raise your filthy hand on me? You have temerity to slap me?” She yelled. In a twinkle of an eye, Morris appeared from the crowd, his eyes widened upon seeing Isabelle. The appearance of Morris was like strength and courage was pumped into Alison.
She raised her hand in the air to return the slap. Immediately, her hand was held still in the air by a stranger behind her with an intimidating frame.
“Don’t even try it, except you want this to be the last time you’d use it,” Fernandez thundered emphatically as he let go of her hand effortlessly.
Questions began to pop up from all angles.
“Who’s the strange woman with Mr. Fernandez?” It was obvious to them that Mr. Fernandez barely walk with a woman except for business concerns. But this time seemed different.Even the journalists present were asking the same question.
Fernandez moved close to Isabelle, smiled at her and cupped her hand into his. Isabelle was thrilled. It was the first time since she arrived in his life he could look into her eyes so passionately.
“She’s my wife,” Fernandez said, with his baritone, stern and unyielding.
Echoes of cheers and side whisperings from the excited guests saturated the hall. Isabelle’s heart raced like whirl wind, beating heavily inside her chest against the walls of its bony cage.It was an in-house party to celebrate one of Carlos’s business breakthroughs.As she stood beside Carlos, beaming with smiles mixed with uneasiness, he wrapped his arms around her waist possessively. The penetrating gazes of the guests with their furrowed eyes in shock pierced into Isabelle’s eyes as the reality of her situation sank in. She was now portrayed as the wife Carlos Fernandez – the ruthless billionaire.”Breathe, Isabelle,” Carlos whispered softly in her ears, his breath warm against her skin. He widened his teeth for a smile; an attitude that was unlike him. “Now, smile like you mean it.”Isabelle forced a smile slightly, subtle lines swept across her cheeks. She tried to maintain a steady composure. She had agreed to this charade in the first place, just that the suddenness seemed t
For a moment, a lingering hushed silence took over Carlos’s study, the tension was becoming palpable as he stared at Isabelle, his dark eyes flickering with mix of anger and something else, unreadable – could it be fear?Isabelle could feel her heart hammering against the walls of her chest as she struggled to find her voice. “I uh… I couldn’t sleep,” she stammered, taking a step back, scared to her bones by the rage in Carlos’s dark eyes. “I was just exploring and the door was open…”Carlos clenched his jaw, his voice took on a grave tone as he asked; “And did your exploration include rifling through my personal belongings too?”Isabelle’s eyes widened as she swallowed hard, noticing that she’d been caught. “I’m so sorry, Carlos, I didn’t mean to intrude your privacy. I just….”“You just what?” Carlos cut her off, not allowing her to complete the sentence, his voice sharp as a knife’s edge. “I see you want to play detective. Do you even have a slightest idea of what you’ve done?”Bef
"There should be something, anything," he murmured, continuously scrolling through financial reports and news articles from recent and past publications.Then his gaze fell on one headline: "Controversial Medical Research in Connection with Fernandez Holdings." His heart was thumbing hard against his chest, as he clicked on the article published about a week ago.The article discussed a series of allegations concerning unethical medical practices and court injunctions pointing to Fernandez Holdings. Though Fernandez Holdings denied having something to do with all that and described them as false information, the journalist hinted at some cover-up or hush money for those events."Bingo," Morris whispered; on his lips, there was a grim smile. He continued reading through the pages and other related articles in search of further information, following a trail of shell companies and offshore accounts that did unsuitably seem to link back to Carlos.The morning sun was already boring out t
The sun had long since set, the rays filtered across the room, as Isabelle slipped out of the Fernandez mansion. Her heart pounded toward each step. She pulled her coat tightly to her body for warmth and also to cover her growing belly. Pressing hard on her mind was the weight of her decision to meet with a woman whom she'd lost trust in.As she reached the venue for the meeting — the dimly lit park on the outskirts of the city that looked like a deserted area, Isabelle's nerves were on edge as the shock of the scary surroundings battled across her features. It seemed like every rustle of leaves made her jump, and every shadow seemed to hide a potential threat she couldn't seem to understand."Isabelle," a voice she knew too well called softly from behind a large oak tree. Allison emerged, her face half-hidden by a hoodie. "I wasn't sure you'd come."Isabelle steeled herself, trying to keep her voice steady, even as her heart was thumbing like it was going to escape its bony cage. "Yo
Isabelle was still frozen in Carlos' study, her heart racing as her eyes locked with his burning ones. The air was charged with tension, anger, and betrayal on his part, and something else — electrifying and undeniable.After the incidence at the park, Carlos had given it a deep thought and released Allison to go, warning her not to come any close to his wife again if she really valued her life."I trusted you," Carlos said in a low voice. "I brought you into my home, my life. And this is how you repay me, huh?" His face was turning red and his eyes darker. Isabelle swallowed, fighting for words. "Carlos, I. I was just curious. I never meant to—""To what?" he cut her off, advancing on her. "To pry into my personal affairs? To betray my trust? What have I not done for you to make your stay under my roof hospitable than I had earlier planned?”As he drew closer, Isabelle found herself backing up until she hit the edge of his desk. Carlos braced his hands on either side of her, trappin
The Fernandez Holdings boardroom came alive as Carlos strode in, a picture of calm determination. The rest of the board members fidgeted in their chairs, having heard the rumors that preceded Helix Innovations, their newest and most promising partner."Gentlemen," Carlos launched into his speech with great composure, "I've called this emergency meeting on account of the situation with Helix. We must get to the bottom of these allegations."As the conversation progressed, Isabelle meandered around the halls of the Fernandez mansion as her mind raced a mile a minute with all that she had uncovered. The weight of her discoveries sat heavily upon her shoulders, and in so many ways, she felt more alone than ever.Her phone buzzed, startling her. Dr. Kim's reply shone on the screen: "Meet me at the clinic. Come alone."Isabelle found herself sneaking out of the mansion, elusive of Carlos's security team's view, as her heart nearly raced out of her bony chest. The drive to the clinic felt en
The Fall of HelixLong shadows crawled across the Fernandez mansion as the morning sun peeked into the windows of the study where Isabelle was pacing nervously. Her heart raced as her fingers nervously fidgeted on the USB drive Dr. Kim had handed her that morning. Behind his desk, Carlos looked a bit taciturn, somewhat cracked at what was about to happen."Are you so sure about this, Isabelle?" Carlos asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Once we open this, there's no going back."Isabelle met his gaze; in her eyes burned a determination that seemed almost fierce. "We have to, Carlos. For the twins, for all the others affected by Project Chimera, for the sake of humankind. We can't let Helix continue their experiments."Carlos nodded in affirmation as he plugged in the drive. The files loaded as their faces were bathed in the rays of light from the screen. What they saw there made their blood run cold.Detailed reports of genetic manipulation, failed experiments, and human rights
Shadows of the PastThey took a deep sigh of relief when Rodriguez batched in, panting like a wounded lion. Carlos almost pulled the trigger.He quickly apologized for batching in that way. He thought he heard some cryptic sounds of people around the hallway entering a room.Hours later, as day break, Isabelle sat in a hospital bed, her hands protectively cradling her swollen belly. The twins were safe—the pain came from nothing other than contractions timed and squeezed into chaos by stress alone. Carlos paced across the room, his phone pressed to his ear, shouting orders at Rodriguez."I want every inch of that mansion swept," he growled. "And find out how they got past our security!"Isabelle watched him, noting the circles under his eyes and the stiffness in his shoulders. The attack had shaken them both, but Carlos seemed to be taking it particularly hard."Carlos," she said softly. He turned to her, his expression softening. "Come sit with me."He shrugged and dropped down besid