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It all made sense now. The dead spy's familiar crest, Viktor's words on the dance floor, the uncomfortable feeling of being around him… everything pieced together in an instant. Sitting so close to Vincent, the pressuring aura emanating from him made Isadora restless. Mateo frowned deeply as he glanced at Vincent's slightly quavering hand, startled by his sharp rise in hostility. Noticing the signs, he mused, 'This can't be happening right now.' "Fiance?" Vincent's voice was flat… unaffected. Yet he asked like he needed confirmation from Isadora to believe. Leaning on the path of denial. "I've never been involved with him. We were engaged by my father." Isadora quickly added. She didn't know why she was desperate to explain it clearly, so Viktor's words aren't misconstrued. She could have simply said yes. Why does she care what he thought? However, Vincent's next question reminded her of why she should care. "Your father?" The room dropped a few more degrees and Mateo watched
There car ride of almost four hours took only two hours back; a result of how much the driver was speeding whilst taking the shortest route back to the mansion.Throughout the journey, Isadora carried the burden of being kept in the dark. She received the silent treatment after asking her partners about what the hell was going on. They only exchanged uncomfortable looks and kept silent.She could tell whatever happened was bad… very bad.As soon as Isadora alighted the car at the main gates, Zeta who had been awaiting her arrival approached her immediately.She looked very jumpy, "You are finally back. Lord Vincent requests your presence, you must follow me immediately!"As Zeta spoke she avoided eye contact with Isadora, who found it very suspicious. Zeta was always very bold around her especially when she delivered insults, perhaps the current unspoken situation also affected the people back in the Black Saints mansion.She nodded and followed Zeta's lead, used to Vincent's unpredic
Backed against the door, his struggling figure reflected in her eyes.Vincent knelt on the ground, restrained by chains on both arms, wound so tightly it made red ligature impressions around his wrists.His dreadlocks, down from its usual updo, stuck to the sweat of his bare chest and back. In the darkness, his light gray eyes shone crimson red. They had no life in them; like his soul had disappeared, replaced by an empty shell. Out of his mind, Vincent jilted aggressively.His piercing cries of pain and the shifting of metal against metal saturated the air as he tried with all his might to be free of them. The torture of his body rebelling against itself was too much to bear. A monthly consequence for his abstinence from Lance's formulas. Each second in this state brought him an insurmountable amount of pain. At that moment, his body craved the drug formulas so badly that it attacked itself without mercy. It was like he had been thrown in a lake of fire and knives. He oozed with
Vincent woke up to the softness of Isadora's body against his. He eased off from her, sitting on the edge of the bed.Outside the blowing gray sky from the heavy rain of the previous night shone cerulean and the faint smell of petrichor lingered in the air.Vincent clutched his stomach as a pang of hunger hit him severely. This feeling was alien to him, he's never felt so famished in years.He groaned, running a hand through his hair as he glanced at the still sleeping Isadora. He remembered the deeds of the past night as clear as day. The feeling of how perfectly she fit under him and her bashful face while she cried from both pain and pleasure, lingered in his mind Isadora squirmed as if in search of something until she felt contact with Vincent's body and relaxed. Her chest slightly rose and fell as she snoozed some more.Vincent frowned, noticing how pale her olive skin had gotten. Had he been too demanding of her last night? It was quite difficult to control himself in his state
Isadora sat quietly on Vincent's bed as the doctor gave her a thorough check-up.Thankfully, when Vincent was sure she could support herself, he left her to finish washing up alone. After which she put on a fresh change of clothes, prepared by a maid.As usual, Vincent sat at his desk buried in work. When it came to his diligence in running the Mafia, nothing broke his stride. Every free second was put to good use.At this time the morning sun was already up and its warm rays streamed through the windows, casting over a side of Vincent's masked face.Isadora was attracted to this picturesque sight. Subconsciously, she could see through his mask, picturing his handsome face with a serious expression.Although it was dark at the time, a clear image of Vincent's maskless face had been ingrained into her mind. She didn't think she would be able to forget the languid and desolate look in his eyes. Such a helpless expression caught her off guard. She had never expected it from a reputable
Isadora's plans set in motion from the moment Vincent gave her his permission after Dante's trial.But who was she to covet a successful investigation in an environment where everyone loathes her?Dante had already taken the fall and there was no way to link her dizziness due to anesthetics to Sienna. The case was already out of reach and unsalvageable.So Isadora had done the next best thing; antagonize Sienna.She deliberately riled her up and let her know she was being investigated. The angrier she made her, the more muddle-headed and sloppy Sienna became.It was a torturous wait but finally, Sienna did something very stupid in desperation.After the gruesome convention, she seized the tempting opportunity to put Isadora down for good in her bedridden state. Her death could easily be blamed on the extent of her wounds.Zeta secretly visited the unmonitored wards and injected minute drug doses into Isadora's IV while she laid unconscious. And sometimes she did so in clear daylight u
"Mateo doesn't mind if you hang out with me in broad daylight?" Isadora was much more patient with Felicity now that she understood their dynamic.Felicity's smile instantly fell flat with a frown. Isadora perceived she had said something wrong. Did the two get into a fight?"He's too busy to notice." She replied curtly.Felicity brought Isadora down to her quarters, where Milia sat in the living room, holding an adorable toddler.She stood up to acknowledge them, "Mistress Felicity… Mi-miss Isadora?..."Milia looked very surprised. She never expected the maids' hot gossip this morning, that Isadora had survived the monster was indeed true."Can I have him?" Isadora reached for Lucas with a smile."Sure." Milia passed him to her.Lucas, who was usually very picky about who held him, readily bent his torso towards her.Once he settled in Isadora's arms, Milia stepped aside.Isadora sat beside Felicity on the couch and sat Lucas on her thighs.His bright blue eyes stared at Isadora with
Felicity looked crestfallen, facing Isadora's rejection. Her tone considerably lowered, "I thought you also felt it. Did I read it wrong? I'm sorry I shouldn't have -" "No! It's not you." Isadora grabbed Felicity's hands in hers, preventing her from saying anything else. She spoke, raw from her heart, "You are the most wonderful person I've ever met, Felicity." She glanced at Felicity's body, feeling a rush of desire, "Just… Wonderful." She looked Felicity in the eye, "And I do feel something for you - something I don't understand. I'm just not ready for all of this yet." Isadora explained, a bit overwhelmed. Felicity's doleful expression softened into a small smile. She looked very relieved, her eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment, "I was going crazy not acting on my feelings for a long time. I thought it would ruin our friendship." "Hey," Isadora held up Felicity's chin to meet her gaze. "Nothing can ever come between us. I won't let that happen." Felicity's heart raced at