The Appointment She Faced Alone
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Adrian stared at the appointment card.
His hands trembled uncontrollably.
On the back...
Written in Isabella's neat handwriting...
Were only six words.
"Tomorrow, I'll tell him everything."
His breathing became ragged.
Tomorrow.
She had waited.
She hadn't wanted to interrupt his work.
She wanted to tell him in person.
Instead...
Tomorrow had never come.
He sank onto the floor.
The card slipped from his fingers.
For the first time in years...
The great Adrian Knight cried.
Not for his company.
Not for his reputation.
But for the family he had lost before he even knew it existed.
...
The next morning...
Blackstone International.
Isabella arrived early.
She wanted to keep busy.
Work felt easier than memories.
As she entered the design studio...
She found several large garment bags lined up neatly.
Confused, she looked around.
Lucas smiled.
"Mr. Black asked us to prepare these."
"What are they?"
"Open one."
She unzipped the first bag.
Inside...
Was one of her old designs.
A navy evening gown.
She gasped.
"I designed this in university."
Lucas nodded.
"Our team found every sketch you ever submitted."
She touched the fabric gently.
"I never thought I'd see them again."
"Mr. Black had each one made exactly as you imagined."
Her eyes filled with tears.
"He remembered my dream..."
Lucas smiled.
"No."
"He respected it."
At that moment...
Damien entered.
He looked at the gown.
"It suits your style."
She turned toward him.
"You did all this?"
He nodded.
"You once designed clothes that made people feel confident."
"I think it's time the designer felt that way too."
Before Isabella could answer...
Her phone rang.
The caller ID showed:
Unknown Number.
She answered.
"Hello?"
A frightened female voice whispered,
"Miss Isabella..."
"I'm the nurse who treated you three years ago."
"I've been hiding for a long time."
"I think..."
"...I know who took your medical records."
The call suddenly cut off.
A loud scream echoed through the phone just before the line went dead.
Isabella's face turned pale.
Damien immediately stood.
"What happened?"
She looked up, shaken.
"The nurse..."
"I think someone's trying to silence her."
Damien's expression hardened.
He picked up his car keys.
"Lucas."
"Find her."
"No matter what it takes."
As they hurried toward the elevator...
Neither of them noticed...
A black SUV parked across the street.
Inside...
A man lowered his phone.
"The nurse has contacted Isabella."
A woman's cold voice answered from the speaker.
"Then make sure..."
"...she never speaks again."
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