Chapter One hundred and Eighteen - Maybe one day

Isabella's point of view.

Zachary turned himself in to the police the next morning. We woke up and he was nowhere to be found, all he had left was the simple note he wrote about where he was going to and what he was going to do.

Jason drove us back to the penthouse, the news reporter made another news concerning the issue and it was almost like all was well in the world again. No one cared about Cameron being in the hospital for alcohol and pills poisoning, no one cared about the fact that Jason would have been in jail yesterday if not for the intervention of Zade.

The dude appeared the moment I thought about him, all smiles. His face looked the same to everyone so they missed the ugly bruise at the side of the head.

"What happened?" I asked him once we were close to each other.

He almost choked on his drink, "What do you mean?" He asked, after he dropped the wineglass on the table while staring at me intensely.

I nodded my head towards the centre of attraction, "What happened there?