Chapter five
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The night air was thick with tension as Isabella stepped onto the balcony of her bedroom, her hands gripping the railing. The city lights stretched out before her, a glittering illusion of normalcy, but her mind was miles away, tangled in the web Daniel had just woven.
"You're not the only one keeping secrets."
His words echoed in her head, a slow poison seeping into her carefully constructed plans. She had spent years orchestrating every detail, ensuring no loose ends. Yet, for the first time, uncertainty gnawed at the edges of her confidence.
She needed answers.
Pulling out her phone, she dialed Ethan.
The line rang twice before his deep voice answered. "I was just about to call you."
"Something happened," she said, cutting to the chase. "Daniel knows about us."
A pause. Then, "Knows what, exactly?"
"He has a picture."
Another pause. This one longer.
"Ethan," she pressed, her voice low, "did you slip up?"
"You know me better than that," he said, his voice steady. "If he has a picture, someone gave it to him."
She exhaled sharply. That narrowed the list of suspects, but it didn’t eliminate the problem.
"Ethan, he said something else. Something I can't ignore."
"What?"
"He told me I'm not the only one keeping secrets."
Silence.
For a man like Ethan, silence was never a good sign.
"I'll look into it," he finally said. "But if Daniel has a secret that could ruin your plan, we need to know what it is before he uses it against you."
"I know." She glanced back at her bedroom door, half-expecting Daniel to be standing there. He wasn’t. But she could feel the shift. He was no longer just a passive player in her game. He was fighting back.
"Be careful, Isabella," Ethan warned. "If he's starting to move, it means he's desperate."
And desperate men were dangerous.
She ended the call, her mind already spinning with possibilities. There was no time to waste.
She needed leverage.
The next morning, Isabella put her plan into motion.
Daniel was in his study, pretending to work, but she knew he was watching her. The silent war between them had officially begun.
She entered his office without knocking. He looked up, but she spoke before he could say anything.
"We need to talk."
A smirk tugged at his lips. "I thought we said everything last night."
"You said you had secrets," she countered. "So let's hear them."
He leaned back in his chair, watching her.
"Why should I tell you anything?"
"Because you want me to sign those divorce papers," she said smoothly. "And if I don’t, you're stuck with me."
Daniel chuckled. "Is that supposed to scare me?"
"No," she said, stepping closer. "But if you’re hiding something, then you should be afraid."
His smirk faltered just slightly.
Good.
"Tell me what you know, Daniel," she pressed. "Or I will find out myself."
His jaw clenched. For a moment, she thought he might actually tell her. But then, his expression shifted into something unreadable.
"You want the truth, Isabella?" he murmured.
"Always."
His next words shattered the air between them.
"You were never my wife to begin with."
The room tilted slightly, but Isabella forced herself to remain still.
"What did you just say?" she asked, her voice controlled.
Daniel’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "I had you investigated, Isabella. Not just now. Months ago. Maybe even longer than you think."
Her fingers curled slightly. "And?"
"And I found something interesting." He pulled open a drawer, tossing a folder onto the desk between them. "Go on. Take a look."
Isabella hesitated, then picked up the folder.
Inside were legal documents. Marriage licenses. Bank statements. Property deeds.
But none of them had her name.
Instead, they had another name entirely.
"Isabella Romano."
Her blood ran cold.
Daniel leaned forward, savoring her reaction. "Or should I say… the name you abandoned?"
She kept her expression neutral. "I changed my name when I married you. It's not a secret."
"That’s not the secret," Daniel said, his voice darkening. "The secret is that our marriage—" He let the words hang for dramatic effect. "—was never real."
She stared at him. "What are you talking about?"
Daniel smirked. "You were so focused on trapping me, Isabella, that you never stopped to wonder if you had already been trapped."
A slow dread crept over her.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
Daniel stood, walking around the desk.
"Our marriage certificate?" He leaned in. "Fake."
Her breath caught in her throat.
"No," she whispered.
"Oh yes," he said, enjoying every second. "Legally, you were never my wife. You have no claim to my assets, my company, or even my name. You played the long game, Isabella—but so did I."
Her mind raced. She had controlled every aspect of this marriage. Every detail. How could she have missed this?
She snapped the folder shut, meeting his gaze with cold fury. "You're lying."
Daniel chuckled. "Am I?"
Her pulse pounded.
This changed everything.
All her careful plans—built on the foundation of being Daniel’s wife—were suddenly crumbling.
"Why?" she whispered. "Why go through with it?"
Daniel’s smirk deepened. "Why do you think?"
Realization dawned on her.
He had known all along.
Maybe not about her ultimate plan, but he had known she wasn’t a woman blindly in love with him. He had known she was playing a game.
And so, he had played one of his own.
"Checkmate, Isabella," he murmured.
But Isabella wasn’t done.
Not yet.
She slammed the folder back onto the desk. "You think this changes anything?"
Daniel’s confidence wavered for a split second.
She leaned in. "You may have hidden the truth about our marriage, but that doesn’t mean I can’t ruin you in other ways."
"Is that a threat?"
"It’s a promise."
They stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken declarations.
Then Daniel smiled.
"Do your worst," he said.
And with that, Isabella turned and walked out, her mind already forming a new plan.
If her marriage to Daniel had been a lie from the start, then she had nothing left to lose.
And that made her more dangerous than ever.
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