บททั้งหมดของ The Light Through His Darkness: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Isabella POV I groaned at the persistent knocking at the door, reluctantly rolling over and stretching my arms. My hand brushed against something hard and as I explored further, I realized I was touching abs. My eyes fluttered open to find Justin beside me, peacefully sleeping on his back, lips slightly parted. Just as I was about to poke his sleeping face, the knocking continued. With a sigh, I climbed out of bed and made my way to the living room, approaching the double doors of the penthouse. Opening the door, I found Noah standing there with five unknown men in suits behind him. My two personal bodyguards were also present in the hallway. "Good morning, Mrs. Martínez." Noah greeted me, holding a phone in his hand. I nodded, acknowledging him. "He'll be out in a sec, but you all can wait in the living room." I stepped aside to let them in and Noah nodded in thanks as they entered, glancing around. Closing the door, I returned to the bedroom, where Justin was still sleepin

Isabella POV I was stirred awake by the soft caress of a hand on my cheek and a sleepy smile tugged at my lips as I stretched beneath the sheets.Opening my eyes, I found Justin’s gaze fixed on me. He was sitting beside me on the bed, impeccably dressed in a formal suit, his hair slicked back with precision.We had slept in separate rooms last night, so what was he doing in mine so early?"Good morning." I murmured, breaking the quiet tension between us. He gave a brief nod, still watching me in that unreadable way of his."What’s going on?" I asked, glancing around the room as if the answer might be hidden somewhere. He stood, straightening his tie with smooth movements, his eyes never leaving me."I wanted to watch you sleep." He stated matter-of-factly as he moved toward the window. I sat up slowly, blinking at his words, trying to process whether he was serious."What?" I chuckled softly, half-co

Isabella POV Minutes later, with my two bodyguards in tow, we made our way down to the garden, leaving Justin and his meeting behind. The sweet fragrance of blooming flowers filled the air. Ben and Dean kept their distance as a waitress approached, a bright smile on her face. "Would you care for a drink, Mrs. Martinez?" She offered, holding out a chilled glass of sparkling water. "Thanks." I replied, accepting the glass. The waitress lingered, her expression curious. "I didn’t think I’d ever meet Justin Martínez in person as he is a fashion icon and all!" She babbled, her excitement spilling over. "Oh...and it's nice to meet you as well." She added with a nod. I chuckled, trying to play it off casually as she walked away, but inside I felt awkward. I released a deep breath, continued walking through the garden, taking in the peaceful surroundings when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Justin. He was walking down from the restaurant with Noah by his side

Isabella POV I headed toward the stairs and a soft melody began drifting to my ears; a piano playing somewhere in the house. I knew Noah and the others were watching a hockey game in the living room, so I followed the sound, realizing it was coming from the rooftop lounge. Curious, I climbed the stairs, letting the music guide me and finally reached the rooftop to find Justin sitting at a sleek white piano, completely absorbed. He was lost in his own world, his gaze resting somewhere in the sky as his fingers danced over the keys. I took a step closer, captivated. "Not tryna be indie...not tryna be cool...just tryna be in this...tell me how you choose...can you feel why you're in this...can you feel it through." He sang quietly, his voice soft yet powerful. Suddenly, he noticed me and I felt a pang of awkwardness, turning to leave. "Isabella." He called, his voice gently pulling me back. I looked at him over my shoulder. "Yes?" I replied, as he stood from the piano. "What

Isabella POV "Welcome aboard, sir." A man's voice broke through my haze, pulling me from the edge of sleep. I yawned softly, my fingers clutching at the fabric of a shirt, my eyes still shut. "Have some food delivered to the cabin." Justin's deep voice followed, firm yet casual. It wasn’t until I felt the gentle sway beneath me that I realized I was being carried—bridal style. My eyes fluttered open and there he was, holding me like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Justin?" I mumbled, trying to piece together what was happening. "We’re here." He said simply, stepping into a spacious, luxurious cabin before lowering me onto a plush bed. I blinked, sitting up slowly as Peach darted into the room, her tiny paws skittering across the floor. "Where are we?" I asked, taking in the elegant wood paneling, the subtle scent of the sea and the fain