Sebastian Sanchez never wanted her, but that's not what led to their divorce. He cheated on her with her best friend and the pain in her heart was multiplied many times over. But, now Isabella Rossi has managed to escape the shadows of her past, building her own happiness after the bitter divorce from Sebastian. She had no time to dwell on all the things about the past that had hurt her. After all, she now had the center of the world that made her forget everything. However, her life is shaken up again when Sebastian reappears in her life, bringing an offer of much-needed financial help. Sebastian hasn't changed; he is still incredibly wealthy, strong, gorgeous, charming, and intoxicating as sin. With her business on the verge of bankruptcy, debts mounting, and daily needs Isabella is cornered between her immediate needs and her desire not to go back to her ex-husband. Isabella insists on keeping her distance from him, seeking other help and trying not to fall for his advances. The situation becomes more complicated for Isabella when Sebastian finds out the major secret she has been keeping. Stefano Archer Rossi; her son. The little blue-eyed one who bears a striking resemblance to Sebastian Sanchez. Sebastian was the most domineering man she despised. But how can she resist Sebastian's relentless pursuit? Using their child as the focal point, transform a traumatic history into a lovely one? There is a razor's edge between love and hatred, and Isabella sees it when they clash. Isabella risks dying if she gives in to this unusual desire and becomes entangled in a deadly game of love and hate.
View MoreWho... who was 'he' in Sebastian's conversation? Who was the man he was going to finish off? What really happened? What did Sebastian really do? And why did Reina become his pawn? And Reina was pregnant?I slept restlessly, unable to sleep as my mind worked furiously. I was guessing at something uncertain that I wasn't sure was right while Sebastian's world was so twisted. A jolt of shock still overcame me when I heard about Reina, that she was just Sebastian's pawn. Why would he do that? Weren't they engaged all along? Didn't he have an affair with Reina behind my back because he really loved Reina?Or has that changed? Then why is Reina a pawn?What exactly is Sebastian planning? My head was spinning, and I was really dizzy from all the things that were happening. Why was he so afraid of losing me? Did he mean it when he said he wanted to mend our relationship?Shaking my head lightly, I rubbed my face, looking at Ace, who was still sleeping peacefully when the clock struck three
I didn't realize that this problem was that big, that there were more dangerous things beyond everything I knew that concerned my world."Does everyone... in the mafia know me?" I asked.Vito leaned back in his chair and nodded. "You've been the object of several conversations. But the Cosa Nostra protects you from everything. You're untouchable by people who intend to do bad things to you."I swallowed, staring blankly at the sponge cake on the table. "How come I just found out about this?"All I knew so far was that my father stayed away from my grandfather because he didn't agree with my parent's marriage and that my mother wasn't born rich. But now, another reality was more dangerous and nightmare-like."Everyone was intent on keeping everything from you because granpa thought you'd rebel and run away. Do more than your father.""Dad should have taken us away from the United States or Europe." I muttered, feeling pain in my chest."You can't run away from him. Your father realized
I'm still uncomfortable after our fight that time and the accident that happened to me. Like I said, I wanted my own peace of mind. I wanted to calm myself by being away from him for a while to recover mentally and be healthier. Having Sebastian on my radar didn't improve that. His presence was like annoying cigarette smoke.I smiled at Ace, who was busy in my mother's greenhouse at the back of our house. My mom had a greenhouse in the backyard for all her flower collections and a small hydroponic mushroom that she regularly tended to. I don't know how she can be so passionate about caring for everything.And me? Like Dad, I never really liked plants, gardening and taking care of them. I was more into cooking and experimenting with food. That's my craze. Belle was like Dad too, but she loved math and counting. That's why she became an audit clerk at Dad's company. Speaking of Belle, she didn't meet me at the hospital. I only heard that she was outside my room, but she didn't see me. W
I don't know what I'm doing right now. Adrift in the uncertainty of my life, I didn't want to live my life continuously in the shadow of being my grandfather's tool to rise to power, being Sebastian's doll. My status as Ace's mother didn't strengthen me. It only oppressed me the same way it had five years ago. The difference now was that Sebastian used his soft and romantic tricks to trap me. I don't know why he bothered to pretend like that. I'm sure I wouldn't be fragile if he treated me like he did five years ago.I walked out of the hospital. Beside me was Sebastian, who hadn't let go of my waist. He hugged me so possessively. Earlier, we had to argue about him urging me to use a wheelchair when I didn't want to. It's not my legs that hurt. Only my head was injured, but it's fully healed. I won that argument by looking at him flatly for a few seconds. Sebastian couldn't argue with me. Instead, he was like this. His one hand had never moved from my waist since we walked out of the
"Sebastian," my voice was bitter on my tongue as I looked at him, who had just returned.He just glanced at me lazily while I put on my biggest smile. "You're home early," I said kindly, trying to be more familiar with him."Hmm," he replied briefly. He handed over his suit and briefcase to me unceremoniously. His expression seemed reluctant to linger with me. "How was your work today? Is it good?" "Yes.""Do you want to shower first or have a dinner? I've prepared your favorite menu, it's-""Shower." He cut me off."Okay. I'll prepare warm water for you and your clothes, then. Wait a minute-""Isabella, please stop babbling." Sebastian's voice dripped with coldness. "I can take care of myself. So, please. Instead of you being busy with useless things like this. It's better for you to get out of my sight."I squeezed my fingers tightly. Pain hit me as my nails dug into my skin. "But, Sebastian-""I don't want to hear anything from you." He cut in again, looking at me sharply.I took
Sebastian: flashback."You can't marry her just because of Papa's offer," Sierra said lowly, her eyes looking at me seriously. "There's a woman's life that will suffer. I'm sure you'll be fine with it, but her? She'll be tormented being stuck with you." She continued.I snorted. "I can't refuse."Sierra scoffed. "You couldn't or didn't want to because the offer he made sounded tempting to your ears?" she quipped. "I never knew you were this power-hungry." "Maybe you don't know anything about me," I retorted, biting every word out of my mouth to get her to stop advising me. "I am indeed power-hungry. Can you leave now? Because I'm sick of you."Undeterred, she rolled her eyes. Like the Sanchez, Sierra was never afraid of anything. The danger, all the obstacles, grandfather's anger, father's anger—none of it ever bothered her. Like me, she can be smarter to counter threats. She won't be fragile. So, what can I expect her to do? Well, she'll leave happily when she's had her fill of maki
"She'll be fine." Someone's heavy voice came to my ears. I felt a tangible darkness surrounding me, which coaxed me to sleep in its comfort zone. "Be patient, Sebastian. She will wake up." A woman's soft voice followed. Then, I heard nothing. I was still looking into the absolute darkness, at the absence of light that should have been frightening but wasn't. It calmed me, and it protected me. I seemed to want to stay here in the darkness that protects me with all its warmth and safety. As I sniffed the air, I felt a familiar scent—the smell of fresh grass, the fragrance of flowers in the distance, and the gentle breeze. Everything felt so close, even in the darkness that enveloped me. "You must remain rational about everything. Sebastian," the soft voice said again, breaking through into my mind like sunlight through dark clouds. Yet, somehow, I still felt glued to this darkness, like I was bound by something invisible, even though the voices were trying to lead me out. "Ace
"Let me take you back to Sebastian's arms," Kennan's exaggerated words made me glare. "Or do you want to hug me instead?" he grinned playfully. "Do you want to die?" I retorted sharply and walked back through the hallway to the ballroom. He walked beside me, strangely carefree and very relaxed. It seemed to be because of his pleasant personality. "Do you want to know the story of how you left Sebastian five years ago? It's fascinating." He offered. I shook my head. "No, thank you. I don't want you to tell me anything from five years ago." "Why?" he sounded disappointed. "Nothing," I replied, snorting. "Nothing matters anymore." I looked forward to where Sebastian was talking to the man I recognized as Kenneth, his best friend. His eyes immediately found me, even though we were at a distance. He looked at me with worry, as well as annoyance... I didn't want to know. I looked at Kennan and spoke, "Thanks for that. I'll make sure to come to Ivory." He smiled. "Glad to help you, mad
Isabella I stood in front of the full-body mirror in Sebastian's spacious dressing room. I'm dressed in a simple pink dress that hits my knees, with a halter style on my chest. I've done my makeup naturally and casually, nothing too over the top. I let my hair down after drying it with a hair dryer and tidying it up briefly. I was ready. And Sebastian is waiting for me outside. But indecision creeps into my blood. I'd never been to any of my grandfather's parties. The thought of being in the midst of so many people bored and sickened me, but now... it was different. I would be in the midst of the Sanchez family circle. Where some of their business colleagues knew of our marriage, and our divorce. What would they say if I showed up with him again? I sighed heavily, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My expression was so troubled, it was noticeable. I should have rejected this idea. But I realized that I couldn't. I wanted to use Ace to hold me back, persuade him to play
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