Isabella: His Unseen Guardian

a stranger' s home. The air was different. Her light, floral perfume was still there, but it was mixed with a heavier, musky cologne he didn' t recognize. A man' s l

the sight of that jacket stole the words from his throat. He just wanted to get his passport and a few

a man' s. Mark' s. Mark was his associate at the firm, a man

blem?" Mark' s voice was smooth, confide

so casual and dismissive, made Liam' s blood run cold. "And don't worry abo

the doorknob. He leaned closer, pre

g me to pay the ransom. Crying. It was disgusting. Honestly, Mark, I'm glad I didn't pay. He was holding me back, ho

flying to his mouth to stifle a gasp. Disgusting. She had found his fear, his desperation, disgust

y. She had cleaned the wound so gently, her touch a feather-light caress, whispering, "Oh, my poor Liam, you have to be more careful." She had kissed his bandaged finger, he

k said, his voice laced w

d taken his life, his home, his future, with Chloe' s blessing. He had been completely and utterly

l proof to incinerate the last lingering ember of hope. With

er waist, his hand resting on her stomach. They were laughing, their faces close, the picture of intimacy and shared secrets. They looked comfortable, happy, as if they belonged there. As if he