Chapter 2 Isabella meets Fredrick

Lydia quickly picked up the document isabella already caught a few image of the document.

Isabella said "I saw my father's name on that document"her face squeezed.

"It's not your business,this is the one daddy gave to me.you can meet my mom to collect your own share of your father's property".

Isabella suspected something was wrong because of the way Lydia quickly rushed to pick up the document in fear and her hand was trembling.

Isabella turned to James who she trusted and she said "James,you caised all this by betraying me.you allowed our child to die".The pain burned through her heart.

James looked at her in anger and said"you deserve this because at first I never really loved you,I loved Lydia but she was not ready to date me so you were like a second choice"He paused for a second as his eye brow furrowed deeply.He continued"and secondly you made me believe Roy was our child but my doctor Erickson called me and told me that Roy is not my biological child after doing a DNA test"

James have been deceived to believe that Roy is not his biological child.He did not know that Janet and Lydia had bribed his doctor to deceive james by lieing to him saying Roy is not his child.

They wanted to destroy isabella's marriage to steal her husband ,her expensive mansion and her company's original document because there were jealous of her and they wish to own everything she has.

They were jealous because none of Janet's daughters were married after many years and Lydia have secretly began to love james ever since isabella began to help James to change positively to become a responsible, smart, caring and handsome.

What also made Lydia and Janet to hate isabella was because isabella was loved by her late father more than Janet and her daughters including Lydia and was willing to give isabella all his properties because isabella was kind, caring, intelligent and obedient to him

Immediately the door opened and it was Jennifer and mattew who were James parents.

Everyone looked at them as mirabel was hurt.

Jennifer spoke"James I thought isabella have left this house,what is she doing here?"

James replied"she is leaving today mom,the divorce papers are ready for signing".

As isabella was about leaving a message came into her phone from her friend Anita saying "my mother told me about how mattew stole millions of dollars when he was working for your father's company".

Immediately isabella read it her heart became hardened.She looked at Jennifer and mattew and said boldly

"So you stole millions from my father's company and you treat me like trash"

Everyone was surprised except Jennifer and mattew as guilt gripped them with force.

"Who is your father you nobody"James asked.

"Williams is my father and I am his first daughter"isabella shouted in anger.

That was the truth, isabella is the first daughter of late Williams Laurent and the daughter of Blanca who is Williams Laurent first wife.Janet and Lydia knew all this,they knew that isabella was much lover by Williams because she was intelligent,kind and brilliant and he was willing to will almost all his properties to isabella and her mother Blanca but something evil happened.Lydia and Janet had lied to James family and to the public that they own all the properties of William Laurent and that isabella was adopted.

Everyone was confused because of the way she reacted and how she accused James parents of stealing and they were gripped with guilt especially Jennifer.

But mattew pretended not to know anything as he hardened his face to put on a false confidence.

He said to isabella "you are not his biological daughter and stop lieing on us,you are leaving this house ".

Isabella looked at everyone in anger and revenge as she said"i know that there are a lot of things that hidden but I will deal with everyone of you".

That day she left without looking back.Isabella walked through the wet streets, rain glistening like scattered diamonds on the pavement. The night air was sharp, but she barely noticed it.

Her mind was a storm of betrayal, anger, and confusion. James' silence, Lydia's calm smile, Janet's triumphant expression,all of it replayed in her head like a cruel film.Every detail had been orchestrated with precision. And yet, amid the chaos, a small, clear thought rose above the noise: this wasn't over.

She went to a restaurant.Inside the restaurant was filled with soft romantic music.Isabella entered and chose a corner table, far from the other diners, and ordered a glass of red wine. She sat, hands wrapped around the glass, and finally let herself release the tension she had carried for hours. Tears fell freely, her shoulders trembling, the pain that had been locked inside for days pouring out.

A voice broke through her solitude.

"Why are you crying, angel?"

She looked up and froze. It was Fredrick,the man whose presence had always seemed magnetic, calm, and impossibly grounded. His dark eyes held concern, but there was something else-an intensity that made her feel as if he could see straight through her.

Isabella pressed her palms to her face, trying to stop the tears.

"It's... nothing," she whispered. The words sounded hollow even to her own ears.

Fredrick pulled out the chair across from her and sat, ignoring the subtle glances of other diners.

"Nothing makes people cry like that," he said softly. "Tell me."

Her hands shook, but something in his steady gaze made her begin. Words tumbled out, uncontrolled, spilling everything she had kept buried. She told him about James, Lydia and janet.She told him about the baby, the bracelet, the clinic, the adoption documents. Every detail, every humiliation.

Her voice trembled with each word, but Fredrick never looked away. He listened, silently, with patience that made her feel seen in a way she hadn't felt in weeks.

When she finally paused she was exhausted.Fredrick reached across the table and took her hand. His grip was firm, grounding.

"Angel," he said softly, repeating the word, almost as though it belonged only to her.

"You didn't deserve any of this," he continued.

"And you're stronger than you realize. That strength... it deserves love, not betrayal."

Isabella studied him. There was something about Fredrick-his presence, his calm, his unwavering honesty-that made her heart beat differently. She realized she could trust him, not with just her story, but with herself.

Fredrick leaned back slightly, his expression serious."I know what it's like to trust completely... and have it shattered."

He paused, taking a slow breath, and his voice lowered.

"I loved someone once. Truly, with everything I had. I was faithful... completely faithful. I gave her my heart, my trust, my loyalty. I believed that was enough."

Isabella felt a pang of recognition. She had given everything to people who didn't deserve it, only to be betrayed.

"But she..." Fredrick's voice broke just slightly. "She betrayed me in ways I couldn't have imagined. Publicly, privately... in ways that left me broken. I swore I would never let someone take my heart again. I swore I would never trust, never love, because the pain was too deep."

Isabella leaned forward, drawn to his honesty.

"And yet..." he continued, his dark eyes meeting hers, "I never stopped believing that someone could be worth it. That someone could be faithful, could love with honesty, with depth. That someone could restore the faith I had lost. I just... didn't know when or where I'd find her."

His hand tightened around hers, and she noticed the subtle trembling in his fingers.

"Maybe..." he whispered, almost to himself, "...maybe I'm seeing her now."

Isabella's chest tightened. This was not the usual charm or arrogance she had seen in men of power. There was truth in his words. Pain, yes, but also strength. Faithfulness. Integrity. And something in her heart stirred, a quiet recognition that perhaps she had found someone she could truly rely on.

"I..." she began, her voice barely audible, "I understand. I've been betrayed Eight times."

Fredrick's eyes widened slightly, but he did not interrupt. She continued.

"Eight times by people I trusted, by people I loved. By people I thought would never hurt me. Each time, I gave everything,my loyalty, my heart, my trust. And each time... it was used against me, twisted, discarded. I thought maybe... maybe I wasn't meant for love. That maybe happiness was only something other people got to have."

Fredrick squeezed her hand, a silent encouragement to keep going.

"But listening to you..." she continued, tears glinting in the soft light, "...hearing your story, I see that faith can survive. That love can survive, if it's real. And somehow... I feel like I can trust you."

Fredrick's lips curved in a small, genuine smile.

"Angel... hearing that, knowing all you've endured... I can see the strength in you. The resilience. The heart that refuses to break even when it's tested. That's why I want to be someone you can trust. Someone who will never betray you, never manipulate you, never lie to you. Someone who can love you honestly, completely, without holding back."

Isabella's heart pounded. She had spent so long in shadows, in fear, in heartbreak. And yet, here he was-a man who had been betrayed himself, who had known pain, yet still believed in the possibility of love.

"Fredrick..." she whispered, "I think... I think I'm falling for you."

His eyes softened.

"Angel, I..." he hesitated, then spoke firmly, "I've never met anyone like you. Not someone so strong, so brave, so real. You deserve honesty, loyalty, and love. And if you'll let me... I want to give you all of it."

Isabella's throat tightened. She had feared love for so long, had built walls to protect herself. But looking at him, hearing the truth in his voice, feeling the warmth in his touch, she felt herself lowering them. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to hope.

They spoke for hours. Not just of betrayal, but of life before the wounds. Fredrick spoke of nights working alone in his skyscraper office, of the isolation that came with wealth, but also of simple joys: early morning coffees, the sound of rain on glass, the comfort of a good book. Isabella shared her own truths, the ones she had never told anyone-not the polished stories she showed James or Janet, but the raw, unfiltered memories: sacrifices made for love, betrayals endured, the nights she had cried alone, the small victories that had kept her going.

By the end of the night, something unspoken passed between them. A bond forged from shared pain and survival. An intimacy that required neither touch nor pretense, just honesty.Fredrick stood as they prepared to leave.

"Angel," he said softly, "tomorrow is a new day. And maybe... maybe it can be better than anything we've known before. I want to walk into it with you, if you'll let me."

Isabella felt warmth rise in her chest, a lightness she hadn't known in months.

"I... I'd like that," she whispered.

The next morning, Isabella met Fredrick for brunch. Conversation flowed easily, laughter came naturally, and by the end of the day, there was no doubt in her mind: she was falling for him.

Not just attraction but trust, respect, and a desire to share life. She had found in him a man who could be faithful and love without reservation, who could honor her heart instead of wounding it.

Yet even as happiness settled like a warm blanket, shadows lingered.That evening, Isabella returned to her apartment and found an envelope slipped under her door. Her name was scrawled in Janet's unmistakable handwriting. Her hands trembled as she opened it.