Novelas de Jay Williams

Why Are You Looking At Her?*Khole's POV*The morning replayed in my mind like a broken record I couldn’t turn off. I sat in the lavish guest suite that used to be *my* bedroom, staring at the ornate mirror that had once reflected my own triumphs. Isabella. That name tasted like bile. The way Salvatore had looked at her across the breakfast table wasn’t the polite indifference of a stepson. It wasn’t even mild curiosity.It was *personal*.I had carried that boy for nine months. Raised him through tantrums, teenage rebellion, and boardroom battles. I knew every flicker in those dark eyes. The way his jaw tightened, the subtle shift in his posture when something—or someone—mattered. That stare he gave her? It wasn’t new. It was old. Familiar. Dangerous.*Have they met before?*The question gnawed at me as I finished my coffee. Richard had stormed off to work like the coward he was, leaving his shiny new trophy wife behind. Perfect. Time to dig.I found Salvatore in the garden library o

The Serpent at the Breakfast Table.*Isabella's POV*The morning light filtering through the tall windows of the mansion felt like a cruel joke. After the explosions of shattered glass and accusations the night before, I had expected the nightmare to be over. Richard had promised—*sworn*—that security would escort Khole out at first light. Yet as I descended the grand staircase in a simple cream blouse and tailored pants, my stomach already twisting with dread, the scent of fresh coffee and danger greeted me.There she was.Khole Moretti sat at the head of the long breakfast table like a queen who had never been dethroned. Her dark hair was swept into a flawless chignon, her designer silk robe draped elegantly over her shoulders as if this were her domain. She sipped from a porcelain cup, perfectly at ease, while a maid hovered nervously nearby. The shattered remnants of last night’s chaos had been erased, but the real destruction was just beginning.My steps faltered on the marble. *

Flames of betrayalIsabella's POVThe mansion that had once promised safety now felt like a gilded cage closing in around me. Khole’s screams still echoed faintly from the upper floors as Richard held me in the library, his steady heartbeat thumping against my ear. I clung to him, desperate for the anchor he represented, but my skin still burned where Salvatore had touched me. The ghost of his breath on my lips, the raw hunger in his eyes—it was all too much.“Darling, I’m so sorry you had to witness that,” Richard murmured, his hand stroking my hair with the same gentle patience that had drawn me to him in the first place. “Khole has always been… volatile. But I never imagined she’d return like this. With Salvatore’s help, no less.”I pulled back slightly, searching his face. The lines around his eyes seemed deeper tonight, carved by exhaustion and disappointment. This man had cleared my family’s debts, stood up to his ex-wife for me, and promised a real marriage. And here I was, lyin

Shattered vows and shattered glassIsabella's POVI burst through the side door, my heart slamming against my ribs like a caged animal desperate for escape. Khole’s venomous voice tore through the mansion like a jagged blade, each word sharper than the last. The grand foyer, once a symbol of elegance and new beginnings, now rang with the violent crash of shattering crystal—something priceless, no doubt, worth more than everything my family had lost before Richard stepped in. The sound reverberated off the marble floors and high ceilings, followed by Richard’s low, commanding tone trying desperately to contain the hurricane he never saw coming.“You lost every right to this house the day you walked out, Khole,” Richard growled, his voice steel wrapped in ice. He stood tall, shoulders squared in that charcoal suit that still carried the faint scent of his cologne from the wedding. “The divorce was final. The papers were signed in blood and lawyers’ fees. You don’t get to crawl back here

His Ex wife,My stepson.Isabella's POV.Before I could process the threat, Khole pushed through the grand entrance doors with purpose. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floors as she made a beeline straight for our long dining table. The laughter died instantly, replaced by stunned silence. My family froze mid-bite, forks hovering in the air. Khole stopped at the head of the table, her eyes blazing with fury and triumph."I'm back!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the crystal chandeliers. "For my son, for my husband—and for you!" She jabbed a perfectly manicured finger directly at me. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and stormed deeper into the mansion.Richard sat speechless beside me, his face drained of color. My father, Gerald, shot up from his chair immediately."Isa, go pack your things. We're leaving this place right now.""No." Richard rose to his feet, his voice leaving no room for argument. "She's not going anywhere. Isabella is my wife,

Chapter Four:Conversation with Richard Isabella's POVThe first light of dawn had barely crept through the heavy velvet drapes when Richard gently shook my shoulder. I stirred, my eyes heavy and gritty from the few hours of restless sleep I’d managed after Salvatore’s menacing messages. My body ached with exhaustion, both physical and emotional, but Richard’s voice was soft, almost apologetic, as he leaned over me.“Isabella, darling. Wake up. I’m sorry to disturb you so early, but there’s something important I need to speak with you about before the day begins.”I blinked against the soft glow of the bedside lamp he’d turned on, sitting up slowly in our grand four-poster bed. The Egyptian cotton sheets pooled around my waist, and I pulled them closer, suddenly self-conscious. Richard was already dressed in a crisp white shirt and trousers, looking every bit the composed businessman even at this hour. He sat on the edge of the mattress, his hand covering mine.“You only slept a fe