Isabella gives everything to her husband, only to be dumped and humiliated. She walks away and returns to her powerful birth family—revealed as a trillion-dollar heiress. Now those who mistreated her want forgiveness, and a bold, dangerous billionaire wants her attention. This time, Isabella won’t be ignored again.
I didn’t have the time to decided when his voice came again. “-if you walk out like that, people would think you’re guilty or something. You aren’t, are you?” His words, it stroked a nerve in me. My eyes peeled open, and without a second thought, I turned around, “What? Guilty?” I scoffed, my eyes…
I stared at him skeptically. “Cinderella? How old are you?” I slipped into the shoes myself, knowing deep down I wouldn’t want to walk around barefoot. Why should I push aside the chance I’m given to not do so? “That’s a childish mentally.” I mumbled. “And this is not a Cinderella story.” “Maybe.” He got…
I know I should be away by now, I should leave and not waste time striking up any conversation with him-after all, that’s what I want the most-to be away from him or anything here as well but I’ve never been one to let someone have the last word. I’ve made a vow to never…
I didn’t stop, continuing my way down the hall, unwilling to listen to him. Wherever it is I’m headed to, I will find my way out myself and I do not need his help. Or so I thought. For the door I was headed to, I tried to push it open but it was locked.…
“Whatever.” And just like that, she waved away my flying hearts towards her-the poor hearts falling on the ground, now broken and weeping silent tears. “Bummer.” I muttered, turning around and making my way to my bedroom. The minute I stepped in, I leaned down to remove the shoes I had on, tucking them aside…
“I’ve made chamomile tea for you, take it first. The soup will be done any minute now. I’ll bring it to you.” She turned around, and gestured to the flask on the center table in the living room. She then met my gaze. “Why don’t you settle down, you still have a headache, don’t you?”…
The headline was, ‘CHRISTIAN KINGSTON’S WOMAN REVEALED’. “Christian who?” I found myself asking, my mind a mess. “You know, Christian Kingston.” Amy repeated, in a tone that showed I’m supposed to know who he is. “The Christian Kingston, youngest billionaire in America and a ruthless businessman might I add. Even Sebastian couldn’t strike a deal…
He choked on the wine he was taking, his wide eyes staring between the two of us-no doubt planning on staying out of our everyday bickering until one of us-usually I, pulls him into it. “Uhm…what?” He moved his gaze from me, nervously to his wife who gave him a look that dared him to…
Now, with Allie’s happiness radiating off to everyone, and with her birthday on full swing only a few minutes later-we were all practically turned to pink princesses just without the tiara and dresses, singing the birthday song as her parents helped her cut her cake. Once done, she was showered by gifts from everyone-as the…
He turned his head in the direction of the seat to his right, where someone I wasn’t particularly excited to see was seated. “Sebastian, move over.” His tone became stern-the same voice everyone else knows him with. He didn’t need to elaborate, that simple statement as enough to not be messed with. Sebastian, my half-brother…