HER QUEST FOR REVENGE

Everything I wanted

Scene: Marcus Enterprises – Rooftop Garden (Continued)

Still wrapped in each other’s arms, the sounds of the city buzzing below felt miles away. Nathan slowly pulled back just enough to see Isabella’s face.

“So… what now?” she asked softly, her fingers brushing along the collar of his shirt.

Nathan smiled, the kind of smile that held promise and certainty. “Now? We take control of the narrative—of our lives, our companies, our future.”

She raised a brow. “That sounds like war.”

He chuckled. “It’s not war if we’re building something together.”

Isabella stepped back slightly, her expression serious. “There’s still a lot to face. Angela and Alina won’t stop. Your parents still don’t approve of us. And I’m not done with my father’s justice. I still want revenge for everything they did to him.”

Nathan nodded. “Then let’s face it together. We go public—about us. No more hiding. No more secrets. And professionally... I want to invest in Marcus Enterprises.”

Her eyes widened. “You’d leave Maxwell Enterprises?”

“I’ll step back, for now. Let Raymond sink it, for all I care,” he said with a shrug. “Your company is rising, Isabella. You’re smart, fierce, and already shaking the entire industry. I want to build something with you—create a legacy.”

Isabella’s heart fluttered. This wasn’t just love—it was partnership. Power. Purpose.

“You know what that means, right?” she whispered, a spark lighting her eyes. “They’ll all come for us. Your parents, Angela, Alina, the media...”

“Let them,” he said, his hand sliding into hers. “We’ll be unstoppable.”

She grinned, for the first time in a long while feeling like the woman her father raised her to be.

“Then let’s give them something to talk about.”

They stood together, looking out over the city—a king and queen ready to rule, to fight, and to love without fear.

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Scene: Roland Estate – Mr. Roland’s Study

The room was dimly lit, lined with old portraits and bookshelves—echoes of a past Angela barely respected. She barged in, furious, clutching her phone, where the headline blared: “Nathan Maxwell Breaks Engagement with Alina Harrington – Seen with Isabella Marcus.”

Mr. Roland sat behind his oak desk, nursing a glass of brandy, watching her with the weariness of a man who'd seen too much and regretted even more.

“Angela,” he said calmly, “I know that look. You’re about to do something reckless again.”

Angela scoffed. “Reckless? That little tramp humiliated me. She humiliated all of us! And Nathan—he was supposed to be mine! Now she’s parading around with him like she’s some queen.”

Mr. Roland stood, setting his glass down. “I’m warning you—stop whatever it is you and Alina are planning.”

Angela froze, her face tightening. “You don’t know anything.”

“I know enough,” he replied sharply. “I know you and your mother have pushed too far already. Isabella isn’t the naïve little girl she used to be. And Nathan… he’s not just some boy you can manipulate.”

“She stole everything from me!” Angela snapped. “Everything I wanted.”

Mr. Roland’s voice deepened. “She’s just reclaiming what you helped take from her. I was wrong five years ago, Angela. I let your mother talk me into things that cost Marcus his life. I won't let you repeat that mistake with Isabella.”

Angela’s lips trembled, but she said nothing.

Mr. Roland walked over and looked her dead in the eyes. “End it. Whatever it is. Or you’ll lose more than just your pride this time.”

But as he left the room, Angela’s silence shifted into a simmering rage.

She dialed Alina.

Scene: Harrington Private Lounge

Alina picked up instantly. “Is it time?”

Angela’s voice was cold. “Yes. Daddy dearest tried to stop me.”

Alina laughed, dark and bitter. “Then we better hit her where it hurts. This time, we take down her company, her image… and that little fantasy she’s built with Nathan.”

Angela’s eyes gleamed with fury. “Let’s ruin Isabella Marcus—for good.”

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Scene: Alina's Private Mansion – Planning the Revenge

The lavish mansion echoed with silence, broken only by the sound of Alina tapping her manicured nails on the polished table. Angela sat across from her, her eyes burning with a mixture of rage and determination.

“Isabella thinks she’s won,” Angela hissed, her hands clenched in fists. “But she doesn’t realize, I still hold the cards. Nathan belongs to you , and I won’t let her take him from you —not after everything we have sacrificed.”

Alina leaned back in her chair, a slow, sinister smile creeping across her face. “I agree. It’s time to show her how much she’s underestimated us. We’ll make sure she doesn’t just lose Nathan. We’ll strip her of everything.”

Angela’s eyes narrowed. “What’s the plan?”

“We’ll start with her company,” Alina said, her voice cold as ice. “We know she’s already struggling to keep Marcus Enterprises afloat. I’ll use my family’s influence to leak damaging information to the media about her financial instability—insider trading rumors, a possible merger with a rival company... whatever it takes to paint her as untrustworthy.”

Angela smirked, pleased with the idea. “I can already see the headlines. ‘Marcus Enterprises on the Brink of Collapse: Is Isabella Marcus the Right Leader?’ The media will eat that up.”

Alina’s smile deepened. “Exactly. But that’s not enough. We need to destroy her reputation. We need to make sure she’s isolated—no friends, no support.”

“And how do we do that?” Angela asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and malice.

Alina leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with malice. “We’ll expose her vulnerabilities. The world will see her as nothing more than a desperate woman clinging to the remnants of a business she’s about to lose. Nathan will turn his back on her once he sees how weak she really is.”

Angela nodded, satisfaction dancing in her eyes. “And Nathan? How do we get rid of him?”

Alina’s smile turned almost predatory. “Nathan doesn’t know it yet, but he’ll be forced to choose. His family’s been whispering about his public image and their investments. They’ll pressure him to distance himself from Isabella, especially when they see her drowning in scandal. Once he does, she’ll be broken—alone and without hope.”

Angela’s grin grew wider. “And when she’s nothing, we’ll take everything.”

Alina raised her glass in a mock toast. “To the fall of Isabella Marcus.”

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Scene: Marcus Enterprises – Isabella’s Office

Isabella sat at her desk, reviewing the latest documents, her mind focused on the upcoming challenges her company faced. The media frenzy around her and Nathan’s breakup had died down, but the threat from Alina and Angela loomed large. Her phone buzzed on the table. It was a message from Mercy.

Mercy: Isabella, I’ve been hearing rumors. The media's starting to question your company’s stability again. Are you okay?

Isabella’s heart dropped as she read the message. She had been expecting something like this, but the reality of it hit harder than she’d imagined.

Before she could respond, her assistant knocked and entered. “Ms. Marcus, there’s a call from the media. They want a statement regarding the rumors about your company’s future.”

Isabella’s stomach churned. She stood up, her mind racing. “Tell them I’ll call them back later.”

She stared at the phone in her hand, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on her. The media was closing in. Angela and Alina had started their attack, and she was no longer sure if she could fight it off alone.

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