Chapter 1102
No.1
His birth as another boy was a profound disappointment.
His unpleasant personality made things worse.
He was not as intelligent as his older brothers.
He was constantly overlooked.
Among the Whitmore sons, he faced unfair treatment his brothers never experienced.
For years, he worked ten times harder than anyone to build his reputation.
Even after learning Victoria’s true identity, he collaborated with her to seize Montgomery assets.
He did everything to secure his position.
Yet, Victoria brought him nothing but disgrace today.
No.2
Isabella would not even look at him.
The elders berated him endlessly!
Margaret noticed the hatred brewing inside him.
She quickly tried to soothe him. “Alright, alright, it’s not the end of the world. Alexander, just find a way to sweet-talk her and win her back. She’s a woman. Women love sweet words and gifts. She’s just angry right now. And never get caught with this Victoria again. Her shares are negligible. Her wealth is nothing compared to Isabella’s.”
“I know what I’m doing,” Alexander snapped.
He stormed out furiously.
Did Isabella even respond to sweet talk?
Could he ever win her back?
Recalling her words earlier, he knew the odds were against him.
No.3
But he had her in his grasp.
How could he let her go so easily?
The diamond mine should be his.
Isabella should be his too!
Did Nathaniel think he could have her?
No chance!
Alexander possessed things that could destroy Isabella completely!
Meanwhile, Isabella exited the hotel through the VIP passage.
She got into Evelyn’s car.
No.4
Evelyn had not been particularly impressed with Isabella initially.
But she did not expect to witness such a thrilling spectacle.
She was unsure if Isabella had planned it all.
But it was enough to improve her opinion of Isabella.
When they arrived at the mansion, Evelyn opened the door for her.
“Mr. Blackwood asked you to wait for him here. Do not go anywhere.”
“Okay.” Isabella had no intention of leaving.
She entered the mansion and immediately changed out of her wedding gown.
The gown's puffed sleeves felt ridiculously juvenile on Isabella. She’d never choose this style herself. Only Victoria’s provocation made her wear it. She headed to the bathroom with fresh clothes. The bedroom door swung open.
No.5
Click.
Nathaniel stepped inside. He shut the door behind him.
Isabella frowned. “You’re back. Where’s Christopher?”
“Finishing homework.” His reply was brief. His gaze traveled over her.
Her waves tumbled past her shoulders. The wedding dress highlighted her porcelain skin. It accentuated her unique elegance.
“Don’t change.” Nathaniel’s voice was soft. “Let me look at you a bit longer.”
Look longer? Was he serious?
“You’re breathtaking in that gown.” His tone turned husky. Deep and magnetic. Sincere. Mesmerizing.
Isabella’s cheeks warmed under his stare. Her pulse quickened. An unfamiliar nervousness gripped her.
No.6
Nathaniel watched the blush spread across her fair skin. He moved closer. Unconsciously leaning in.
The space between them vanished.
His earthy, masculine scent filled her senses. Her heart hammered wildly. She felt paralyzed. Unable to pull away.
Their lips were mere inches apart.
Suddenly…
Click.
The door burst open. Dominic rushed in. “Sir, there’s an urgent—”
He froze. His boss was about to kiss Ms. Montgomery! They moved fast!
“My apologies! I saw nothing!” Dominic stumbled backward. He slammed the door shut.
No.7
Isabella couldn’t believe it. She almost let Nathaniel kiss her. Worse, she hadn’t resisted. This wasn’t like her.
She decided to act normal. Grabbing her clothes, she turned toward the bathroom. After two steps, his hand caught her wrist.
He pulled her into a firm embrace. His strong arms wrapped around her waist. Holding her possessively.
“Isabella, I want to kiss you.”
Six words. Spoken in that deep, rough voice. Wild and captivating.
Isabella’s blush deepened. Her heart raced erratically. His voice and proximity were overwhelming. This couldn’t continue.
She tried to squirm free. A low warning sounded above her head. “Don’t move. I can’t promise I’ll stay controlled.”
His tone was arrogant. Full of possession. Laced with restraint. Isabella went still in his arms. Trapped.
Nathaniel held her as if he never wanted to let go.