For the whole day, Izzabelle tried to console herself repeatedly that everything would be fine. That Ethan’s mother would soon come to realize that her anger was unnecessary towards her family. But who was she fooling with? She knows that her adoptive aunt’s deeds were indeed unforgivable and unforgettable. What should she do?
She was indeed excellent in many aspects but how could she manage to pacify Ethan’s furious mother? Would Ethan hold on to his words that he would love her till the end? Would he be able to fight his mother’s will?
Izzabelle shook her head in disbelief. She knows that Ethan loves his mother so much just like how she loved her mother so much too. Would they end up breaking up? The thought of them breaking up felt a pang on her chest. It hurts her badly by just thinking of it!
James Smith was in a state of shock as he stared at the woman inside the spacious ward. It seemed like he couldn’t see anything around aside from the woman who was sitting on the hospital bed. His gaze was focused on that certain spot and it swept in every inch of her frail body. It was like he was boring some holes on it using his sharp eyes. His heart was thudding inside his chest threatening to jump off to his throat. Is this for real? Are they really... true? He swallowed in difficulty. What if he was only dreaming? “Myra..?” he whispered painfully as he stared at her. His hands trembled as he took the woman’s features inside his mind trying to recall the previous image he once had. His eyes narrowed when he noticed that she looked like she had lost a lot of weight than before. “James..?&
Ethan and his mother were busy arguing with each other. He was feeling grateful that his mother had finally back in a full pledge of her true self but the consequences that come with her had caught him futilely off guard.Eve’s reasoning was driving him to the edge that he couldn’t fathom how his mother ended up with this kind of conclusion. Her firm resolve about breaking the ties with the Smiths doesn’t make any sense to him. It was total nonsense for him.Though he wanted to reason out that Izzabelle had played a big deal on every part of him, he couldn’t justify it to his mother’s face at the moment. It would only add salt to his injuries!“Mom, you take some rest first. Dad is coming in few hours...” Ethan state
As seconds ticked to minutes and minutes ticked to hours, Ethan glanced at his wristwatch. He had calculated the exact time of his father’s arrival. It’s been two hours had passed and his mother kept on urging him to spill everything that happened between him and Izzabelle.As a pussy-whipped man, he giddily told his escapades with his girlfriend and a lot more. The part of their encounters that was unintentional was an exception. He didn't want to scare his mother about his hidden identity as Black thus he carefully chose the right words to use in telling the stories to his interested mother.“I didn’t know that my son would be this compassionate towards a woman...” Eve began to tease her son. She looked genuinely happy for him. Her smile glowed brightly like sunshine while listening to her so
“Dad, can you accompany mom for a moment? I’m just going out to talk with Izza...” Ethan spoke straightforwardly. His parents were aware of them and he hadn't had any reason to hide it from them that he wants to see his girlfriend. It was reasonable, to be honest!“Ethan Scott! How dare you leave me to this old man? I'm going to tell Izza to break up with you...” Eve hissed feigning an angry expression on her face. For some reason, she felt pleased mentioning Izza’s name to threaten her son. She found it amusing that Ethan was deeply wrapped in Izzabelle’s fingers!Ethan snorted, “...don’t be a ridiculous mother. Aren’t you the one who requested dad’s presence here?” He added teasingly making his mother blush in sheer embarrassment. He didn't want to bl
Ethan and Inzo took the different nearest exits of the hospital. They separated and looked at every possible place that Izzabelle could have gone to. The two had been roaming around not sparing any area looking all too desperate.“Sh*t!” Ethan began to curse endlessly. Had he been informed that his woman would be that emotional, he might have the idea of tying her in his waist so he could make sure that she was safe all the time.He had heard a lot about depressions. A lot of individuals were suffering from it. Most were women and there’s men too. What he recalled in his memories was making him shiver in pure fear. Those women who were diagnosed in that emotional wreck would jump off their ass on high buildings or worst cut their wrists. T
Izzabelle managed to sneak out of the mansion premises using her superbike. Her title as The Shadow matched her character very well. It was pretty impressive! When Inzo ran to his ward to have a check on Marcaila, she went to the botanical garden to fix her scattered emotions. Her mother's words and Eve’s words were sinking into her head repeatedly. Right there and then she felt extremely depressed. Her heart was freakingly bleeding. Those words were like sharp knives slicing every part of her insides. The wild knots of her depressions which she manage to tame during her training was back to their original places trying to smash every confidence she had tried to compiled. The loss of her family members did hurt her big deal as well as Ethan’s disappea
A few minutes later...Izzabelle was forthwith in the corner of the arena after her immediate registration. She was still wearing her black rider suit with a black cloak covering her eyes. Her hair was tied up into a tight bun under her hood. She looked all too mysterious just like her codename had stated in silence.She stretched out her arms and limbs lazily like she was just doing a morning routine exercise with her feet covered in her black combat shoes. She jumped up lightly a few times and twisted her neck obtaining loud cracks of her nape.Her clenching veins started to heat up. Her blood extremely boils in so much excitement! Her adrenaline rush kicked in. Her heart hammered violently inside her chest. She was ready! Freakingly ready to achieve her o
“Ouch...” Izzabelle couldn't help but winced slightly in pain as the female nurse put a hard push of her cotton balls into her wound. She glared at the female nurse snappily then, like it was the latter’s fault that she got wounded. “S-sorry...” the female nurse mumbled apologetically and proceeded to clean her patient’s wounded arm. She seemed to be scared when her eyes happened to meet Izzabelle’s frosty hazel pair.Earlier when she finished her first match. She felt utterly dissatisfied with the outcome that she just won the round without even having any scratch or sweat. She swept her hazel eyes around the arena trying to find someone who could satisfy her intense craving for a fierce fight while her dagger was rolling up and down on her hand.