HER QUEST FOR REVENGE

plots

Marcus Enterprises – Late Evening

The building was nearly empty as Isabella sat alone in the CEO’s office, scrolling through old financial records. Mercy had left hours ago, urging her to get some rest, but Isabella couldn’t sleep—not with so much at stake.

Her eyes caught something. A familiar signature. Mrs. Roland? She narrowed her gaze.

It was a document—dated just days before her father's death—authorizing a secret transfer of shares. The signature was hers, but something about it felt… forged. Her heart pounded. “No way,” she whispered, pulling the file closer. Her mother had lied. Again.

Before she could process the shock, a knock came on the door. She straightened up, quickly hiding the file.

Nathan stepped in, holding a small box. “Still working?”

Isabella looked at him warily. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought you might still be here.” He placed the box on her desk and slid it toward her. “Something you might want to see.”

She opened it—and her eyes widened. Photos. Emails. Documents. All tracing back to Mrs. Roland and Mr. Roland’s silent takeover five years ago. Proof.

“I’ve been collecting them for a while,” Nathan said quietly. “I didn’t know how to bring it up... until now.”

Isabella stood, heart pounding. “Why are you doing this? These are your parents.”

“No,” he said firmly. “They’re my father’s business associates. Not mine. You deserve the truth. And I’m tired of pretending everything’s fine just because we share blood.”

She stared at him, tears welling up. “Why are you helping me, Nathan?”

“Because I love you. And I should’ve stood by you back then. I’m not making that mistake again.”

Isabella turned away, overwhelmed. Every part of her wanted to believe him—but belief was dangerous. Still, holding that box… a part of her knew: Nathan wasn’t her enemy.

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Scene: Roland Mansion – That Same Night

Angela paced her room, her mind racing. Something was off.

She remembered seeing Nathan leave Isabella’s office earlier in the day. Why was he always around her lately?

She opened her phone and began scrolling. She had planted a small recording device in the CEO’s office the day before—just in case. Paranoia was a girl’s best friend.

She hit play.

Her face paled. Isabella had proof. Nathan had given it to her.

Angela’s eyes burned with rage. “No… no. He can’t choose her over me. He can’t betray our family like this!”

She ran downstairs to find her mother.

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Angela stormed into the living room, her heels clicking violently against the floor. Mrs. Roland looked up from a fashion magazine, startled by the sound.

“Mom!” Angela yelled, her voice sharp with frustration.

Mrs. Roland straightened. “What is it now, Angela?”

Angela threw her clutch onto the couch and spun around to face her mother. “Isabella. That girl is becoming a thorn in my flesh. I can’t take it anymore!”

Mrs. Roland frowned. “What did she do this time?”

Angela’s eyes blazed. “She’s turning everything upside down. I overheard Dad talking about giving her more access to the company’s affairs. And Nathan… Nathan’s clearly on her side. He's always around her, defending her.”

Mrs. Roland’s jaw tightened. “That man is a problem. He’s getting too close.”

Angela laughed bitterly. “Too close? Mom, he’s practically her shadow now. Every time I try to do something, she’s one step ahead. It’s like she already knows what we’re planning.”

Mrs. Roland stood, her expression turning cold. “Because we’ve been too soft. We thought time would break her down. But she’s only gotten stronger.”

Angela walked up to her mother, her voice trembling. “She’s ruining everything. She’s turning Dad against us. She’s going to expose what we did five years ago. If she finds out the full truth—”

Mrs. Roland placed a hand on Angela’s shoulder. “She won’t. Not if we move quickly.”

Angela looked at her, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”

Mrs. Roland’s gaze hardened. “It’s time we remind Isabella of her place. We’ve let her play this game for too long. Now, it’s our turn.”

Angela smirked. “Then let’s play. And this time… we play to win.”

Roland Mansion – Angela and Mrs. Roland’s Plot

Angela paced in her room, her hands clenched into fists. “She thinks she’s smart. Thinks she’s won Nathan over.”

Mrs. Roland stood by the window, arms folded, her expression unreadable. “Then it’s time we make her question the only person she still thinks she can trust.”

Angela’s eyes lit up with mischief. “You’re saying we use Nathan against her?”

Mrs. Roland nodded slowly. “Precisely. We plant doubt in her mind. Make her believe Nathan isn’t who she thinks he is.”

Angela smirked. “What’s the plan?”

Mrs. Roland stepped closer. “You’ll send a message to Nathan. Pretend you need his help with something urgent. Lure him to your room. I’ll call Isabella and make sure she hears only what she needs to hear.”

Angela raised a brow. “You think she’ll fall for that?”

“She’s emotional where he’s concerned,” Mrs. Roland replied. “All she needs is a little push. Let her think Nathan’s loyalty lies elsewhere.”

Angela grinned. “Then let the show begin.”

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