Chapter Six – The Truth Between Us
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Thomas didn’t sleep that night.
He stared at his ceiling, his phone face-down beside him, his thoughts locked on two things:
Rossy.
And the fire in her eyes when she walked away.
She knew.
She knew Isabella was back. And worse, she probably thought he had welcomed her with open arms.
But that wasn’t the truth.
It never had been.
He found Isabella in the guest lounge of the executive floor the next morning, sipping an espresso like she belonged there.
Of course she did. She always did.
“Thomas,” she said, smiling like nothing had happened. “Good morning.”
“We need to talk.”
She tilted her head. “Is this about yesterday? You’ve barely said a word to me since I got back.”
“Because I didn’t ask you to come back,” he said bluntly. “And I definitely didn’t ask you to show up at my company, interrogating one of my interns.”
Isabella’s smile thinned. “So she told you.”
“She didn’t have to. I know you. I know how you work.” He stepped closer. “You’ve been keeping tabs on me, haven’t you? Ever since you left for London.”
She didn’t deny it.
“I saw you pulling away,” Isabella said. “I knew someone had gotten under your skin. So yes—I dug. And I found her. You should be thanking me. That girl is a liability, Thomas.”
His voice sharpened. “She’s not a liability. She’s the only person who’s ever seen me as more than a name on a bank statement.”
Isabella’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t even know her.”
“I know enough,” he said. “I know she makes me feel alive. I know she looks at me like I matter—not my money, not my last name. Me.”
Isabella stood up now, face hardening. “And what about me? We were raised side by side. I was there when you fell off your bike and broke your arm. I was there when your father died. I’ve loved you my whole life, Thomas.” "And I never asked you to,” he said quietly. “I told you back then. I thought we were friends.”
Isabella’s breath caught. Just a flicker. But it was there.
“You’re not thinking clearly,” she said. “This girl—Rossy—she’ll never survive in our world. She’s nothing.”
Thomas’s voice turned ice-cold.
“She’s everything. And you… You’re the one who doesn’t belong in my life anymore.”
For a second, there was only silence.
Isabella’s hands curled into fists. “If you walk away from this… from me… you’ll regret it. Your family—”
“My family doesn't own my heart. I do.” His eyes burned with quiet resolve. “And it belongs to her now.”
He turned without another word, leaving her standing alone.
Later that night, Rossy sat alone on her rooftop, legs tucked under her, watching the city lights.
She didn’t expect the knock on the door.
And she definitely didn’t expect to open it and find him—Thomas—standing there in jeans, hair messy, eyes soft and raw.
“I had to see you,” he said. “I had to tell you… I told her. Everything. About us.”
Rossy searched his face. “And what happens now?”
“I fight for you,” he said. “If you’ll let me.”
She didn’t move for a heartbeat.
Then—slowly—she stepped back, holding the door open.
Her voice barely a whisper.
“Come in.”
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