Chapter 5
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"Do you accept Vincent Whales to be your lawfully wedded husband till death do you part?"
Those words kept ringing in my ears. I had almost crossed the road when I heard a car honk so loud it nearly made me deaf. I looked up to see a speeding trailer heading towards me. Before I could think of what was happening, a strong arm pulled me off the road, it happened fast.
My heart began to beat awesomely fast, and at that moment, I could only be grateful to God for sending an angel to keep me alive.
"Thank you," I whispered, looking up to see the angel who had just saved my life, and the angel turned out to be my ex-boyfriend.
"Alexander?" I gasped, my feet moving backward instinctively.
"Isabella!" he called out, his eyes wide in surprise. I didn't realize when he lifted me in the air and spun me around.
For a minute or two, I got carried away, but then my expression turned somber as I remembered that I was already married.
He gently put me down, and I quickly told him, harshly, “Don’t call or text me again."Nothing is ever going to work out between us, I'm married." I wiped my tears as I looked at him one last time.
Bracing myself, I walked into the hospital to see my mom. She was already done with the surgery by the time I got there.
She looked happy and sad at the same time when she saw me.
"Isabella, I have something to tell you,” my mother said, as she struggled to speak while gasping for breath.
"Mum, you are just getting better. you don’t need to say anything, you are still recovering, and your wound hasn’t healed,” I said, trying to get her to stop talking.
“The key is in the box. Brown, that’s all you need to uncover the truth about who you are and your identity. I’m not your birth mother, but I have learned to love you as my own," she said, gasping for air. I pressed the buzzer urgently to call the doctors.
“Mum, what are you saying? I don’t understand what you are talking about. It's your health that matters right now, and I won't trade that for anything," I said, standing up from my chair and moving closer to her.
“My last wish is for you to take revenge and get back everything you have lost, piece by piece. The one who killed me is the same person who made you what you are today, taking away everything you once cherished," she said, and she started to cough out blood.
“Doctor, doctor!" I called out in a panic, looking at her once more.
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It’s been a year and six months since I lost my mother, and nothing else changed except me, my thoughts, and my actions.
Her last word, "revenge," made me shudder the day I heard it.
My mom was someone who lived a pure and peaceful life, she was always the type that ignored conflict and any danger that came her way.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “Take revenge and get back everything you’ve lost, piece by piece," an inner voice whispered to me.
“Aren’t you going to get ready for the press conference? It starts in an hour, Vincent said, pulling me back from my train of thoughts to reality.
I cleared my throat.
"I will,” I said, trying not to raise any suspicions. As I momentarily closed my eyes, I saw him again, Alexander.
He was the one who saved me from death a year and 6 months ago, but I didn't want anything to do with him now that I was already married. I married Vincent to save my mum, who didn't even get to be with me now because she was brutally murdered.
“I guess you married me because of my mother’s money," Vincent smirked.
His words hit me unexpectedly, and for a moment I felt lost.
"I don’t love you, can’t you see that?" I said, I stood up from my seat and bent closer to his level.
“The real question here is, do you love me?" I asked seductively, as I gently touched his chin.
He yanked his head away, but I didn’t care. He has asked for a divorce five times already, but his mother blocked it somehow every time, using her power and her influence.
"Just dress up for the press conference. we will see you over there,” Vincent said as he wheeled himself out of the room.
I just needed to find something, something that would link my mother’s death to my father’s existence. The more I tried to solve the mystery, the less I found any evidence to connect to my mother's last words.
Then, suddenly, I remembered, "the key." I had to find that key, but where?" I asked myself.
Pushing aside my thoughts, I picked out a red, fitted dress that matched the color of my heels and applied my makeup. Then I headed straight to the press conference.
"Only God knows why he’s holding a press conference all of a sudden," I mumbled under my breath, quieter than a whisper. I was sure no one heard what I said.
“What did you just say?" Vincent asked, looking directly at me.
We had reached the press conference, and as Vincent stood up, my face went pale. I watched him rise from the wheelchair, speechless and utterly shocked.
I tried to composure myself, but seeing Vincent standing threw me off completely. Whatever he was about to say at this press conference, I knew it would be the end for me.
He had never loved me since we got married, and I had made it clear that I didn't love him either. But now, as our eyes met, a smirk spread across his lips.
"Everyone, please welcome my one and only wife to the stage," Vincent said, gesturing for me to stand up.
But It felt like my butt was glued to the chair as it was hard for me to get up to the stage.
What was he up to?
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