Revenge Of The billionaire Heiress

Framed

“Divorce?” Isabella asked in sheer disbelief, “What is this?” she demanded, holding up the papers with shaking hands.

“You know exactly what it is,” Aiden replied flatly, and confusion twisted inside her. His tone, the distant look in his eyes, this didn't look like the man she had loved for five years, there was something off, something very wrong.

Isabella swallowed the lump in her throat, “I don’t understand…”

“Shut up, Isabella!” he snapped, and she flinched, eyes widening with horror.

Aiden had never raised his voice at her. Never, until now…

“Seven days, you were gone, disappeared into thin air. No call, no text. Suddenly, you return and expect me to welcome you with open arms? I bet you already had enough arms to lie in over the space of your absence.” He lashed out, confusing Isabella even further.

Her brows furrowed, eyes watering, slightly blurring her vision, but crying was the last thing on her mind,she quickly blinked them back, shaking her head.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. I disappeared because I was in an…”

“Shut you loose, rat!” Isabella heard behind her the shrill and whiny voice she had grown to hate over the past years.

Patricia Willow, Aiden's mother, appeared from behind her, wearing the usual scowl on her face, and she wasn't alone. Clara Jackson, Aiden's childhood best friend and ex-fiancée, was right beside her, wearing a venomous smile Isabella had ever seen. Even after the breakup, Clara remained with the Willows because of their family's closeness.

Isabella hated this, hated Clara's presence in her home, but Aiden had always assured her that they were over and that he belonged to her and her alone.

“You have nerves showing up here, you, gold digger.” Patricia spat at Isabella, who took a step back to evade the spew.

“I don't know what you are talking about.” Isabella gritted out, her eyes darting from Aiden to his vicious mother.

“Aiden…”She moved to hold her husband, but he backed away from her.

“Don't you dare try to touch me, you w***e!”

Isabella felt a loud bang in her head, her jaw dropping to the floor as fresh tears flooded her eyes.

“W—w***e?” She choked on her words, her heart pounding heavily. Pain was slowly spreading through her body as some of her crash wounds began to reopen.

The doctor had specifically told her to remain at the hospital and fully heal, but she was desperate to get back to Aiden, having stayed away from him for what she dimmed ‘too long’.

Patricia stepped forward, raising another file and tossing it at Isabella, photographs spilled out, and Isabella found herself crouching to pick them up.

Her breath caught in her throat as she finally realized what was going on.

These were photographs of her and different guards her father and Daniel had been sending to protect and keep an eye on her. Each picture was her trying to fend them off or keep them away from being seen, but then Isabella arrives at the last picture, and it was that of her and Daniel at the cafeteria, where he had taken her when she was feeling down and suffocated at the hospital.

“They’ve been watching you,” Aiden finally voiced out, his tone cold. “Following you. And this is what I found? My wife sneaking around with different men?”

Clara gasped, “Isabella, how could you? After everything Aiden has done for you?” she spoke, her voice low and soft, the fake sultry voice she used anytime Aiden was around.

“Shut up!” Isabella screamed, and Clara flinched, moving behind Aiden, acting as though she were so fragile.

Isabella scoffed, returning her gaze to Aiden, “My love, it's not what you think, believe me, I have been loyal to you from the start, you are getting it all wrong.”

Isabella gulped, desperation tearing through her chest as she thought of how to convince Aiden that it was all a misunderstanding. “I didn't cheat on you, I swear. Please, Aiden, you have to trust me.”

Aiden said nothing, his silence was deafening, tugging painfully at Isabella's heart.

She wanted him to talk, to say something, to defend her like he always had. But the silence stretched way too long.

“What the f**k, Aiden!” Isabella screamed, rage rising in her veins.

A sharp sting suddenly spread through Isabella's cheek, taking her by surprise. “Sign the divorce papers,” Patricia yelled, her hand still held high, ready to hit her once again.

Isabella’s shoulders trembled from anger and hurt. “You can't do this to me!” She screamed, her veins popping, fists clenching, and the paper rumpling in her hand.

“Over my dead body, will I sign this!” she barked and tossed the paper at Patricia before storming away, tears streaming down her face.

*************

Isabella sat by the window of the master bedroom, trying to wrap her head around the thought that Aiden believed she was a cheat.

*This wench is a Gold digger! She's only here for your money, as soon as she finds a richer client, she will be out.*

*Aiden, what do you see in this trash? She's poor and wretched. She doesn't deserve you.*

Patricia always had something heinous to say about Isabella's unknown status, but Aiden was always there to defend her, to shut his mother up, and remind her Isabella would always be his choice.

But today, it was different. He didn't defend her, he believed the accusations. He watched his mother hit her and said nothing.

Isabella's hand rose to her cheek, memories of a similar assault filling her mind. Each time Aiden left the city for a business trip, Patricia would hit her at every chance she got, she would have her work like the maids, forcing her to starve because meals were a privilege she didn't deserve. Isabella was treated like she was nothing.

It had always been a secret she kept from Aiden, the cruel things his family, especially his mother, did to her.

“They did this.” She muttered under her breath, “They framed me.”

Isabella knew Patricia and Clara would do anything to have her removed from Aiden's life, so she suspected their involvement in the accident that took her only hope away. They wanted her out by all means, but Isabella couldn't let them win. Never.

The time was overdue, Aiden needed to know who she truly was, and what those incriminating pictures truly meant.

Isabella rose quickly, wiping her face. Aiden had not shown up since she stormed off. She hoped he would walk right into their room and give her a chance to explain, but she didn't mind going to find him.

As she made for the door, it squeaked open, making her pause on her track, head c*****g slightly as she patiently waited for Aiden to walk into view.

But to her disappointment, it was Clara. . . the one woman who is desperately trying to take her husband away from her.

“What are you doing here?” Isabella asked, irritation rising in her chest.

“I came to talk.”

“Get out,” Isabella demanded, pointing towards the exit. “Leave before I lose it, Clara, or I swear to God I will…”

“Do what, Isabella? A wench like you could never hurt me.” Clara spat, her tone hardening. “Aiden wants you gone. He is tired of your sorry ass. So why don't you just sign the divorce papers and crawl back to the pit you came from?”

*Pit?* Isabella's brows furrowed, chest constricting as she realized how stupid she may have been hiding her identity to find true love.

Would the willows have treated her better if they knew she was the heiress to the greatest Empire in the entire country?

Would they have given her the respect she deserved?

Would Patricia be trying to get rid of her, and get Clara and Aiden back together?

Isabella was about to find out.