Chapter 1354
No.1
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.2
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.3
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.4
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.
No.5
His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her so close he could feel her heartbeat.
He wanted to merge with her, to claim her completely.
Her body was flawless, intoxicating. He usually had iron self-control, but today something broke.
Seeing her like this, he wanted to marry her. To make her his in every way.
But he held back. He didn't want to scare her. So he just held her, breathing in her scent.
Isabella felt his warmth, his strong arms around her. Any other man would be on the floor by now.
But not him. Strangely, she allowed it.
Something had shifted between them, silently.
After what felt like an eternity, Nathaniel finally released her. He stepped back, his expression cool.
No.6
“Forgive me,” he said, voice low. “You’re too beautiful. I lost control for a moment.”
Cough, cough!
Was he apologizing or flirting?
Isabella pushed down the flutter in her chest. She patted his shoulder lightly.
“Mr. Blackwood, you need to work on your self-control. We still have two months of this arrangement.”
She didn’t want him getting any ideas. She turned and walked toward the bathroom with her clothes.
Nathaniel watched her go, his eyes dark. Two months. He could work with that.
When Isabella stepped out of the shower, Oliver was waiting anxiously.
He rushed over, handing her his phone. “Mommy! That bad woman is trying something again!”
No.7
“Hmm?” Isabella took the phone warily.
The headline glared back: Victoria Kensington in ICU After Shame-Induced Wall Collision
Photos showed Victoria indeed hitting a wall. Blood stained the floor. She lay unconscious.
Isabella’s lips curved into a faint, cold smile.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. This pathetic stunt won’t save her.”
No one would fall for it. Who forgives a traitor because she hurt herself?
As expected, the comments were ruthless. Haters swarmed like vultures.
They shared clips of Victoria with Alexander. Others reposted her humiliation—slapped, forced to kneel.
The comments were brutal: