YSABELLEMy hands curled into fists while Ronan’s eyes quivered as he avoided meeting my eyes, baffled at my sudden appearance. Why? He despised that picture! So why hang it in his bedroom? For what purpose?!“I-I'm sorry, I forgot to take down thi–”“Where are we going to sleep?” I firmly said without giving him a hint of being unbothered.“In the guest room.”He slowly put down the frame and carried Ashley. He walked past me but before I left his room, I stared at the picture. It didn't even have any scratches. It looked like it was well-maintained as well.With a deep sigh, I exit his room with a heavy shoulder.I was happy in that picture but it turned out like this.Ronan entered another guest room beside his room. I stopped in front of my old room which was now fully closed.Is Candice using that room now?A pain crossed in my chest but I masked it with a frown and followed them in the guest room.Remember not to dwell on the pain in the past, Ysabelle. I believe I've moved on
YSABELLEI scanned my surroundings, making sure there were no security cameras around before secretly taking the toothbrush owned by Jacob. With a deep sigh, I glance at where Jacob and his nanny are headed.I just really hope he's really Ronan's son. I'm not sure how Ronan will react if the result is the opposite of what I thought.After the kids finished playing in the pool, I took them to our room to dress them up but Ashton left his phone on the bench downstairs. I went back down but only to find Candice grimacing as she was striding on the stairs."What did you do to my son?" She growled.My brow rose as I stopped, baffled at her words. "Excuse me? Are you accusing me? Did I cause the pain in his teeth?"Sometimes, I don't think her brain was inside her head. Probably it's in her ass since she's good at twerking with any man where she can get the benefit of it.Her face turned sour as she hastily walked to me with a challenging look. A Cheshire cat grin formed on my lips as I fou
YSABELLEThe wrinkle in the middle of his eyebrows is gradually coming out. My heart pounded frantically as I couldn't grasp the situation I was in. He ignored the twins' loud noise and strode towards me with heavy feet. He pulled me to the bathroom and locked the door.After letting out a deep breath, he looked at me, confusion plastered all over his face."Answer me, Belle. Why do you have this?"My lips trembled as I avoided his gaze, afraid that his rage would erupt just like what had happened before. My fingers fidgeted all together, contemplating telling him the truth.Why did I not hide the document well?I suddenly felt his warm hand, clasping on my anxious hands."I'm not angry because I know you won't do this." He calmly said.He gently squeezes my hand, assuring me, and slowly soothes my nervousness."I-I found that... in Connor's office."He gives me a questionable look. "Connor? Why does he have this? Did he make this up?" I sense irritation as he mentions Connor's name.
YSABELLE*Ding!*I immediately rushed to the oven and carefully took out the cookies I baked after breakfast. The twins are asking me for cookies but since we can't go out because of the heavy rain, I decided to make it myself with the help of Ronan’s servant.I breathe in the freshly baked aroma of the cookies, causing me to smile at what I accomplished. It's been a long time since I baked for the kids.But I noticed the absence of the presence of Candice and Jacob inside the house. I didn't dare to ask anyone where she was right now. It's actually none of my business, whatever she is doing.Just then, Ronan strides inside the kitchen with disheveled hair and weary eyes while massaging his temple."How's your head?"He shook his head. "Not good." He saw the cookies and grabbed one for a bite. "The twins?" He asked as he looked around upon noticing the absence of the kids inside the kitchen."At the pool..."He nodded while munching the cookies I made as his breakfast. A smile crept o
YSABELLEI slowly regained consciousness when my head bumped into something hard and firm. It was pitch black as I tried to open my eyes and the cloth that covered my eyes was too tight, enough for me to have difficulty in opening my eyes.I'm moving… I'm inside the car… There are two people besides me. I tried to move my hand, which was tied with something tight. I then felt the person beside me move, causing me to flinch in fear.“W-Who are you?” My heart was pounding furiously. But I realized something was missing. “Where's my children?! Please! I'm begging you! Don't hurt them, please!” I pleaded on top of my lungs. They remained silent while my anxiety grew, afraid that they might have hurt my kids and not be in the same car with me.With trembling lips, I tried to calm down and talk to them nicely. “What do you want? Money?” That's what I thought was the main reason for kidnapping. “Ho-How much? How much do you need?”Instead of giving me a price, they securely held my arm on
YSABELLESweats trickled down my spine as I heard a creaking sound coming from the wooden chair I bumped into earlier. He let out a huff before sighing, probably staring at me intently.I swallowed the lump in my throat with a tight lip, afraid that I might slip my tongue if I opened my mouth.I want to ask about my children. If they're safe or not. If they're also captured or not. But fear is getting ahead of me.I'm afraid he might get mad and cut my tongue for being noisy and loud.However, seconds… minutes had passed. He remained silent and as time went by, courage delved into me.“Wh-What do you want?”I felt his strong dark aura as he moved causing the old chair to creak.“It's not you.” Shivers ran down my spine as I heard his deep voice for the second time. “Why are you always getting in my way?”Even though those words were reassuring that I was not the real target, fear and confusion still lingered in me.But I noticed something different from the deep tone of voice he's us
RONANAs soon as my private plane touched down in Mexico, I headed to the place where my private investigator found Candice.Based on the picture he sent to me, only her back view was visible. Her body posture, hair color, and hair length were similar to Candice, but Jacob was not with her, so I'm worried where she left my son– F*ck!Realizing again that Jacob is not my son made my heart pinched in pain.How could Candice fool me like that? I did a DNA test with Jacob before, but why did it come out different from the result last week? Did she pay the doctor in New York and fake the result?Damn you, Candice!The car suddenly stopped in front of a hotel. I sprinted inside with big strides, hoping to find that bitch here.Just then, I spotted a familiar silhouette of a blond woman in a receptionist. My hand curled into a fist as I harshly grabbed her arm.“Candi–!” I stopped.It's not her.I let her go as she gazed at me with confusion. What the hell is happening?My phone suddenly
YSABELLE Seeing Connor in my worst situation made me feel relieved and secure. After we found the twins, sleeping in another room, we rushed them to the hospital. A sigh of relief escaped from me as I leaned on the wall, staring at the twins on the bed, which was now out of danger. I'm glad they are not injured.Police came in to question me and Connor about the abduction. I only said what I saw and heard. It was Candice and a man who was her accomplice. Or maybe Candice is the accomplice and the man was the mastermind.But why would they interrogate Connor, too? Is he not the one who called the police?As I was still in confusion, the door opened. Connor strides inside the room with weary eyes. He looked with a heavy shoulder as if he had just grasped the situation. “Why are you in there?” I greeted him with a question.His eyes wavered and averted, which made me frown. He looked uneasy upon opening the topic. I didn't get a chance to ask him earlier when I first saw him but now