SOLD TO THE RUTHLESS
empty canvas displayed before her...th
ture the vibrant hues of the city
d blank as it was fille
elf as I tried
e door made me jolt sud
ing?" Her mother's calm voice
one last look at her paint
e in
the door swung open...her heels c
that accentuated her immaculate makeup which wa
e looked like her mother. But s
as she looked about the room with disdain. "When will you give up t
her mother's tone. "And it's not nonsense. You don't know what
e that held absolutely no rega
a perfectly m
ed off, her gaze unintentionally landing on the stack of unpaid bills that lay on Isabella's makeshift
ll be ready soon. I just need to sell a few more pieces." Isabelle
ry about that anymore," she said and took her designer handbag out of the car, f
iously. "What is the meaning of tha
so-secret but very profitable deal. "The one that w
more information, a sharp knoc
me more and more clear.
eck are you re
her head, turning it to the
and a feeling of unease came
e out was a tall, perfectly dressed ge
a stern expression, his eyes were c
d in a voice that was
d with a sickly sweet sm
the man came into the room, his tremendous nature s
Callahan, the famous billionai
d to ask trying to keep her voice
the way his eyes tracked her form, she fe
ndered, a trace of condes
is my daughter, Isabelle. The
. "Tell him what? I don't und
d smile stayed fixed thr
erything up for you t
r and they were so thick
to complete chaos as she was absorbing the
y able to utter the words. "However.
s tone being sharp and professional. "This w
he could not understand what was going
aid in a composed manner. "Instead of the given sent
er eyes kept switching between h
re lying, Mom. You do
ring. "Do not be so extreme, Isabelle. I did what
o a stranger! Isabelle exclaimed, he
icy glare that seemed t
the decision, Miss Marino. The agre
ing apart as she realized the ful
for bargaining, a pawn to be us
erstood the life that she knew was now a clos