LittleNovelChapter 490 Victor simply wrapped his arms around her waist, his hand coming to rest over the gentle curve of her belly. His voice was low and rough, "Are you cold?" Isadora shook her head.
"Victor." "Yeah?" She blinked slowly, her voice distant and wavering. "I'm not really that special. I don't think I'm strong. Sometimes I even cry... though not all that often." Victor's dark eyes, deep and glossy as obsidian, softened with a gentle smile. "I'm looking for a wife, not an opponent. Why would I want someone who's tough all the time?" "Isadora, listen to me. As long as it's you, you're the best there is for me." Isadora felt her eyes grow warm, a prickling heat threatening to spill over. Since when did this man becso good with words? * In a cramped, shabby apartment on the edge of town, Rowena's father, Keeley Blaine, and her mother sat hunched and grim-faced, their expressions haggard and worn. Though they were only in their sixties, they now looked decades older.
Never in their lives had they imagined things would turn out this way. Losing their savings was bad enough, but after returning to Capitolion, they couldn't even step outside without keeping their heads down, glancing over their shoulders, living like fugitives.
And when they asked their daughter what she'd gotten herself into? Rowena would just snap: "Mind your own business! And for God's sake, be careful when you go out!" She'd promised, not so long ago, to take them abroad, to enjoy the good life.
But that dream had crashed and burned. Instead, they were worse off than ever- poorer, lonelier, more desperate than before.
Her latest boyfriend had taken everything she had left, then turned violent. Even they, her own parents, hadn't been spared the bruises.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEvery tthey thought about it, their hearts ached with bitterness.
They'd spoiled their daughter rotten as a child, let her believe she was better than everyone else, destined for something greater. Who could have guessed it would becher fatal flaw? Rowena's mother sighed heavily. "You've already been divorced once. Wasn't Abbott Beaumont's mess enough for you to learn your lesson? You pick a new boyfriend and still can't see through him. What's the use of good looks? Can good looks put food on the table?" Rowena stalked back and forth across the room, her face mottled with bruises, eyes flat and empty.
She'd never meant to cback. She'd planned to get money from Deanna and finally start a life of her own. But fate had other plans-she always did.
Abroad, she'd met a man named Alan. He was handsome, charming, with a teasing tilt to his eyes and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. She couldn't help but remember the only other man who'd ever struck her that way- the Fitzgerald heir himself.
She'd always hated to lose, always smoldered with resentment.
Why did Isadora get Victor, a man like that? Why did she, Rowena, only get men like Abbott? So when she met Alan, she thought she'd found her own "Victor." She'd thrown everything into ite oblivious to the risks.
But it was all a façade. The truth ccrashing down, cold and cruel.
Not only did Alan drain the last of her money, but when he found bed t she wasn't a virgin, bin called her filthy and worthless.
With nothing left, unable to survive abroad, she'd had no choice but to crawl back to Capitolion.
Only then did she discover that the Fitzgerald Group had blacklisted her completely. If she was caught, prison awaited.
Desperate, she'd tried to get more money out of Deanna, only to find Deanna had been trounced by Isadora as well. It was infuriating.
She'd spent weeks in hiding, dodging shadows.
Tonight at the night market, she'd spotted Isadora, her face lit up with a radiant smile.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThat smile burned in Rowena's gut-pure, poisonous envy.
She wanted nothing more than to tear that happiness apart.
Why? Why was she, Rowena, left broken and destitute, while Isadora lived in bliss? Suddenly, a malicious spark flashed in Rowena's mind.
She'd been lurking around the Fitzgerald estate lately, picking up rumors.
It sounded like something big was happening tomorrow-a marriage proposal, maybe.
The thought sent a cruel gleam flickering in Rowena's eyesCAM el twisted violent smile curled her lips.
If she couldn't be happy, then no one would be.
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