Все главы The Light Through His Darkness: Глава 11 - Глава 20

Isabella POV I walked alongside Justin, accompanied by my two personal bodyguards. The photography studio was located at a bustling Mall in the city. Looking around, I noticed the studio was humming with activity and workers were diligently focused on their tasks. We quietly reached a different section of the building within seconds. A guy opened a wooden door and we stepped into the room, revealing the main studio. The space was filled with an array of professional equipment, from cameras and lighting setups to a variety of backdrops. There, I spotted a man sitting on a stool, meticulously fixing a camera in his hands, positioned before a gallery wall. The guy greeted the man, "Mr. Paul, they have arrived." Mr. Paul, a man with an artistic style and shoulder-length blonde hair, caught my attention as he stood up and approached us with a smile. While Justin and the others gathered around him, engaging in a conversation, I remained rooted to the spot, taking in the aest

Isabella POV As Justin pulled up to the estate, we approached sleek, modern gates. The guard greeted him warmly and opened them for us. We drove through, passing manicured lawns on either side of the driveway. Justin parked in front of the mansion and my eyes were drawn to a circular flower bed in the center of the driveway. As I admired the entrance, the front doors opened gracefully. "Wife, are you planning on staying in the car forever?" Justin asked, standing outside. I took a deep breath, stepped out and closed the car door behind me. Justin opened the trunk to unload our suitcases. "Justin, my dear son, you made it!" A sophisticated lady with shoulder-length, ash blonde hair descended the steps. She wore a black casual dress and exuded a diva-like presence. "Yeah, we both made it." Justin replied, closing the trunk. The lady then turned her attention to me. "And you must be Isabella. Finally, I get to meet you properly." She smiled, examining me. "It’s great to meet yo

Isabella POV I woke to the sound of knocking and opened my eyes to find it was morning. I stretched slightly and glanced at Justin, who was sitting up in bed. "Someone’s at the door." I noted, standing up from the sofa and wrapping the blanket around me as I moved to the bed. Justin nodded and went to answer the door, ruffling his hair. When he opened it, a female voice called out, "Brooo, you’re here!" "Seriously, Stephanie?" Justin groaned, putting a hand up at the doorframe and I ran a hand through my hair, listening. "Where’s your wife? I want to meet her right now." Stephanie demanded. Justin’s eyes met mine for a brief moment as he remained by the door. "She’ll be downstairs soon." Justin replied, slowly closing the door. I heard Stephanie groan before her footsteps retreated. "The brat wants to meet you." Justin explained as he closed the door. "Who’s the brat?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, curious. Justin headed to the closet and responded, "My youngest sister." I

Isabella POV "Bella, my wonderful cousin-in-law." A voice called from behind as I descended the staircase. I chuckled softly, glancing back to see Daniel beaming as he caught up with me on the stairs. It had been four days since Justin left for his business trip to London, but he hadn't called anyone here to confirm his safe arrival. Maybe he normally does this, but was he so busy that he couldn't spare a moment to at least let his mother know he was okay? Stephanie and Daniel, on the other hand, had been bonding with me lately, but David was a different story. He seemed to dislike me for reasons I couldn't understand and now I could clearly tell the difference between the twins. Daniel was flirtatious and sweet, always ready to charm whenever he put his phone down. David, on the other hand, was antisocial and hostile, phone or no phone. "Hello, Daniel." I greeted him as we both made our way to the living room. "What's popping?" He grinned, running a hand through his messy h

Isabella POV I woke up with a slight yawn, opening my eyes as I rolled onto my back to stretch. Realizing Justin wasn't in bed, I slowly sat up and ran a hand through my hair, glancing at the pillows beside mine. I stood from the bed, recalling last night's annoyance: while sorting my clothes, I noticed that my suitcases were filled with skimpy dresses, enticing lingerie I didn't even know I owned and a few decent items. Clearly, the works of Stephanie. I assumed Justin had returned last night, though I wasn’t sure if he had slept in the bed or not. 'Not that I wanted him to or anything.' I thought, rolling my eyes at myself. Making my way into the living room, I ran a hand through my hair and spotted Justin. He was sitting on the sofa with a laptop on the coffee table, surrounded by paperwork. He wore black-rimmed eyeglasses and a pair of boxers, his shirt nowhere in sight. I smiled slightly; noticing how debonair he looked in those glasses though his hair was tousled.