Chapter 22
Isabella’s POV
Marcus froze,
His hand slipped from my arm as if it had burned him. I didn’t need to turn around. I already knew who was behind me.
Alexander,
He stepped beside me, and placed one hand gently at my back, while me kept the other hand causally in his coat pocket.
His eyes were on Marcus the whole time.
Marcus took a step back, his face was pale as he swallowed hard,
“What are you doing here, Marcus?” Alex said, his voice was calm, but there was a warning in it. “…I’m….I’m here-” Marcus stammered. “I’m here to save my wife.”
Alex gave him an amused look. “Save your wife? What do you mean, Marcus?”
Marcus swallowed again, “I–You kidnapped her, I’m here to rescue her.”
Alex chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. “Kidnapped her? Is that what you told yourself to sleep at night? Poor, delusional Marcus.”
“I saw the footage!” Marcus barked. “She was unconscious! You carried her out!”
“She was unconscious from the fire,” Alex said, his voice still calm, “I pulled her out because you left her there to die, remember? You had a gas mask in your hand… while you saved your precious Bianca,”
“I didn’t-”
“You did.” Alex’s voice sharpened now. “You looked her in the eye. She reached for help, and you turned away. Stop pretending like that wasn’t what happened.”
Marcus looked like he had been slapped.
‘But she’s my wife,” he said quietly, almost desperately. “I love her.”
Alexander tilted his head with a crooked smile. “Is that why you threatened to burn down the last hing her father left?”
Marcus gritted his teeth in anger, and he stepped forward, grabbing my arm again.
I’m leaving with her. This doesn’t concern you, Alexander”
Alexander’s smile vanished, and he stepped forward dangerously.
could feel the change as all forms of warmth disappeared from his posture.
Marcus staggered back instinctively, dropping my arm.
‘You dare to put your hands on her,” Alexander growled.
At that moment, I could see the Alexander that Marcus feared, but I was completely at ease.
Marcus looked horrified. He glanced at me, silently pleading for help.
‘She–she’s my wife. Marcus squeaked, already sweating.
“Not anymore, Marcus. She sent you the divorce papers.” Alex retorted.
“I know that!” Marcus snapped. “I’m here to make things right. I’m here to get my wife back, and you’re not going to stand in my way.”
Alex smirked. “Oh, poor Marcus. But it’s too late for that.”
Marcus furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “It can never be too late, she loves me, you know that
I could feel Alex tense from beside me, so I placed a hand gently on his chest.
“Alex” I whispered softly.
He looked at me, and something in his face shifted. That warmth returned instantly.
As he stared at me, a mischievous glint flickered in his eyes, and before I could blink, he leaned towards me.
And he kissed me, right there in front of Marcus.
The kiss was brief and soft, but it was enough to send the message.
Then, as if none of that just happened, he smirked, and turned back to Marcus.
Marcus made a strangled sound as he stared at the both of us. He looked shattered, like he had just watched his world crumble before his eyes.
He blinked rapidly. His face was pale.
“I–what–how–I don’t–what’s going on?” he spluttered.
Alexander pulled me closer, smirking. “Oh, sorry. Did we forget to tell you? We’re engaged.”
His hands trembled. His eyes were wide with horror. “No… no, that’s not… no, she wouldn’t-
Alexander let out a taunting laugh. “You’re also not invited to the wedding, brother.”
Marcus stood there, frozen.
“Isabella,” He said weakly, voice cracking, “What’s going on? Tell me this is not true.“*
I looked him dead in the eye. “What did you expect, Marcus? You chose my step–sister, so I chose your brother.”
Marcus blinked. “But… I never, I didn’t chose Bian—”
“You did when you killed my child for her.” I cut in coldly.
Marcus stepped forward, his eyes welling up with tears. “Don’t do this, Isabella. You know he doesn’t love you, he’s just doing this to get revenge at me.” He said softly.
Alex growled from beside me, tensing.
I shrugged dismissively. “Then so be it.”
Marcus shook his head frantically. “Isabella, Alexander is unstable, he’s evil, cruel and—*
“That’s enough, leave.” I said coldly.
Marcus opened his mouth to protest, but Alex stepped forward.
“You heard her. Leave. Before I make you.” He said sharply.
Marcus clenched his jaw, looking very much like he wanted to fight.
*I’ll fix us, Isabella. I swear.” He said, his voice shook as a tear slipped down his cheek.
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He glared at Alexander through his tears, before he stormed off.
Alexander wrapped an arm around me, and I leaned into his side.
“Are you okay?” He murmured. “I’m sorry for kissing you like that.”
I leaned in even closer. “I don’t mind. I loved it.”
He gave me a wide smile. “So tell me, Izzie. Are you ready to ruin Marcus Pierce once and for all?”
I gave him a small smile. “Of course, that’s the point of this whole thing, isn’t it?”
An odd expression crossed his face, but he hid it, and nodded stiffly. “Yes, sure.”
For some reason, that response sent an ache through my chest.
Alex pulled out his phone, and called his personal assistant.
“It’s time. Do it.” He instructed.
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Marcus’s POV
