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.
Picking up my phone I had dropped there earlier on, I swiped it to unlock, my gaze falling on Amy’s message that had come through a while ago, but I’m only seeing now. -Do you want me to bring some food for you later on? I’ll drop by around noon. My fingers moved across the…
Much to my surprise, he didn’t. “Karl and Rose sent me a message.” He spoke up, breaking the ice. “Said you handled the ceremony yesterday well in my place.” He was originally meant to be there, but instead of sending Alexander like he usually does, he asked me to go instead. I released a sigh…
“Like…80 percent?” She stated as a matter of fact. I pretended to think, then nodded my head. “Nullify it,” I turned around, extending my hand out to the coat hanger and get my overcoat off it. “Stop worrying. It’ll be fine. I can handle it. Don’t worry.” I shrugged on the coat, turning around to…
My lips parted slightly, as my legs carried me in the direction of the artwork. Upon reaching where it is, I allowed my eyes to wander, taking in every detail of the flick and flip of the artist’s brush across the canvas, leading to this…beautiful, yet somehow tragic artwork that conveys a sense of longing,…
*** Isabella Montague. I ended up buying the Melodie d’Aurore, English name, Aurora Melody at the auction for fifteen million dollars. A lot of money huh? I know, but none of that crossed my mind when I sat in that auction room, watching with a passive expression as the auction on it started at twenty-five…
My eyes went over the message written there, with a video attached. My hold on the phone tightening as I felt anger slowly brewing within me. Suddenly, my environment and everyone else blurred out, and I found myself zoning in that exact moment with no care for anything else. I felt as though I was…
“Whatever.” I threw another creeped out look at the folder, then met his gaze again with my determined one. “I am not going.” “You don’t have a choice.” He stood his ground as well, and upon seeing the look I threw him, he added. “Sir.” Still, he carried on. “The first one is the same…
I thought of simply finding a seat and settling on it, but before I could, my gaze met that of a familiar one, and I found myself mustering a smile as I approached the older man. “Mr. Pierce.” I acknowledged the bride’s father, and one of my investors. “Congratulations on Helena’s wedding.” Mr. Pierce, probably…
Christian Kingston. It’s as if a button in her was switched the moment those words left my lips, for she blinked, becoming alert. And in a matter of seconds, she had pushed me away from her, regaining her footing but the bouquet falling between us. I leaned down and picked it up, before extending it…
“And if I don’t?” She challenged, her face bares of any emotion. I crouched down in front of her, my eyes on hers, then I shrugged. “I know how to fight.” I state simply, then made a move to take off her heels. She tried to pull her legs away the minute my hand touched…