Falling For His EX-Wife Again

Isobella's POVCome home as soon as possible, Isobella. I need you. There's an emergency.Father's voice rang through my mind as I got off the bus. The sun was bright and the sky clear blue was dotted with fluffy clouds when I arrived at the black gate that led to our house.The cool afternoon breeze washed over me helping me to calm my tense nerves. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to clear out the stress that had been building up since earlier in the day when I read the message.I was nervous because my father sounded scared. I hoped he had not done something stupid again. I wondered what had happened to him and I hoped it wasn't what I thought. I couldn't bear losing another parent barely three months after my mother had died.Different thoughts coursed through my mind as I strolled into our apartment on Leighton arena. My mind was racing with thoughts as I closed the door after me. Darting my eyes around the almost empty hallway walls, I wondered where all the artworks that

Isobella's POV"Can-Can you do me a favour, please?" I tapped his arm to get his attention as we drove down to the courthouse in his black lamborghini."What is it, Bella?" A look of concern creased his face as he stared into my eyes lustfully. How could my body want this man yet at the mere thought of it my heart shuddered? I shook the wild thoughts away hoping that he would consider my request."Can I invite my best friend?" I summoned the courage to ask him after pondering on it over and over again.Besides my father who had betrayed me, Jhena was the closest person I had and if I was to go through with this, I needed her by my side. We had made a lot of plans together."Sure I would hate my wife to think of me as a monster but we won't wait for her if she is late. I need to be somewhere by 6." He agreed to it, to my surprise.I dipped my hand into my pocket and dialed her number hoping that this would not be the one time Jhena would not be with her phone. She would hate herself f

Isobella’s POVThe next time I heard footsteps, I turned swiftly and to my surprise, it was the lady who had ushered me in earlier. "Did I scare you?" She asked, her face masked with worry. "Uhm… I'm fine." I replied, wiping the seat off my brow. She kept staring at me for a while before a smile crept to her lips. "Come with me. Your room is ready." Shs said invitingly. I nodded then began to trail after her. A few minutes later, we were standing in a large hallway which had about six doors— four on one side then two on the other side. "Ma'am…" I called. "You don't have to address me formally,ma'am. Just call me Zoey." She replied, still wearing her smile. "Alright, I'm Isobella but you can call me Bella." "Yeah. This way." She said. We walked a bit further before coming to a halt in front of a door. "This is your room. When you have freshened up, you come down for dinner. I made a sumptuous meal for you." She didn't allow me to respond before she turned around and scurried aw

Isobella's POV Determined to get him to say something meaningful, I was about to probe further when his phone began to buzz in his hand, sending my words back into my throat.  "Excuse me." He said and with his phone in his ear, he left my room, closing the door gently.  "Now there is no way I can convince Braddy my father sold me to him. He will think I left him on purpose." I groaned, pulling my legs to my face.  Mentally drained, I decided to get some sleep but the moment my eyes landed on my phone which was lying close to me, I reached out for it then dialed Jhena's phone.  "I hope she isn't asleep, it's late already." I mumbled, casting a quick glance at the wall clock hanging above my bed.  "Of course it's late but I'm not asleep yet. I was even about to call you before your call came in." Jhena replied. Her response made my hear

Isobella's POV Out of the three ladies standing before me, I could only recognize Natasha but I didn't need anyone to tell me that they were all Artemis exes. All three of them had their hands on their hips with a smirk on their faces.  "Mrs. Lancaster." Natasha called, mockery dripping from her tone. I didn't respond, instead I turned around trying to pull the door open but couldn't.  If I had known I would run into Natasha, I would have found another spot to do my business.  "She's Isobella right?" The lady with the blonde hair asked her company.  "Yes Kiara." Natasha replied, smirking. "It wouldn't hurt if we confirm though." Kiara said with a little chuckle as she made her way towards me. With each step she took, I took two backwards. We continued this way until my back connected to the wall.  Don't touch me &