Semua Bab The Betrayal: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Vincent walked out of the courtroom, his eyes fixed on the floor. He had expected Isabella to win and had known all along that she would be granted sole custody of their son. He had planned it that way.As he walked, he couldn't shake the image of Isabella's face from his mind. Her eyes had blazed with hatred, her expression twisted in anger. Vincent knew that he had hurt her deeply, had broken her trust, and shattered her heart.But as he saw the hate in her eyes, something inside of him shifted. He realized that if he were to snatch their son away from her, she would hate him even more. And Vincent knew that he couldn't bear that.He had already hurt Isabella so much, had caused her so much pain. He didn't want to add to that pain, didn't want to make her hate him even more. For the first time in his life, Vincent felt a pang of guilt, a sense of remorse for his actions.He knew that if he wanted to, he could easily get his son back. He had the power, the influence, and the resource

Isabella's voice trembled as she recounted the events that had led to Zyne's disappearance. "We went for lunch; I was in the washroom, and some guards were with him. When I came back, my guards were injured; they had bullet injuries, and my son was missing."Her words trailed off as she burst into tears, her body shaking with sobs. Vincent's expression turned deathly serious, his eyes narrowing into slits."I didn't kidnap our son, Isabella," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I can't do that. I want you both back."Isabella's tears slowed as she looked up at Vincent, her eyes searching for any sign of deception. But all she saw was a fierce determination, a burning anger that seemed to radiate from every pore."I promise you, whoever kidnapped our son will pay dearly," Vincent continued, his voice dripping with venom. "I will give him a very painful death. I promise you."With that, Vincent turned and strode out of the room, leaving Isabella staring after him in shock. She felt

Brandon's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Isabella. "Everything happened because of you," he spat, his voice venomous. "She died because of you."Isabella's face contorted in a mixture of grief and fear. "Look what happened," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry, but my son is innocent. Leave him please, he's only 7 years old."Brandon's face twisted in a snarl. "My baby wasn't even born when he died!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.Isabella took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. "He was a victim of your hatred and revenge," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Brandon's eyes flashed with anger, and he lunged at Isabella, grabbing her hair and pulling her towards him. "You deserve the same pain I've been through," he hissed, his breath hot against her ear.Isabella's eyes went wide with terror as Brandon's words sent a chill down her spine. "But before that," he continued, his voice dripping with malice, "we were engaged, but you never let me t

Isabella's words hung in the air like a challenge, a stark reminder of the pain and betrayal she had endured. "I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know you think you love me, but I'll never be able to trust anyone again."Vincent's eyes searched hers, desperate for a glimmer of hope, but Isabella's expression was resolute. "My whole life, I've been betrayed by those I loved," she continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "And now, I've found happiness with my son. My small world is full of joy, and there's no place for outsiders."He knew he didn't deserve her forgiveness, not after what he'd done. But he had hoped, foolishly perhaps, that she might find it in her heart to give him another chance.But Isabella was resolute. She turned and walked away, leaving Vincent standing alone, his heart heavy with sorrow. He knew how painful it was to love someone and have them leave. He had experienced it before, and now he was reliving it all over again.As he watched Isa

Isabella walked into the house with Luca; she was taken aback by the vibrant decorations that adorned the walls and ceilings. The room was transformed into a colorful and festive atmosphere, with balloons, streamers, and a giant "Welcome Home Luca" banner hanging above the food table.Isabella's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the scene before her. She had expected a simple welcome party, but what she saw was a full-blown celebration. Vincent's men, burly and intimidating, were busy blowing up balloons and arranging them into intricate arches. The maids were scurrying around, putting the finishing touches on the food and drinks.But what caught Isabella's attention was Zyne, who was standing in the center of the room, directing the proceedings with the confidence of a seasoned leader. Despite being only 7 years old, he was barking orders and instructions to the adults around him, who were surprisingly obedient to his commands."More balloons over here!" Zyne shouted, pointing