MasukISABELLA’S POVThe morning of my investor meeting feels heavier than I expected. This is an investment that will either make or break my stay here. I dress carefully in my tailored navy pantsuit, while pulling my hair into a sleek professional style. The twins are with the nanny I employed for the afternoon, safe and happy at home. I review my notes one last time in the car ... from my financial projections, startup milestones, to the impact metrics. This meeting could be a major breakthrough for my debt-relief platform, providing the capital and network I need to scale faster than I could alone.I arrive at the upscale conference venue with ten minutes to spare. Entering into the private meeting room, I can immediately see the elegant design of the room, in the room is a long polished table, sitting there you are blessed with the city views through the windows. I take my seat, my heart steady, while mentally preparing for the meeting.Then the door opens again, Iook up to see who the
ISABELLA’S POVThe first week back in the United States feels like stepping into a half-remembered dream. The house Sofia helped me find is warm and spacious, with a small garden where Liam and Lila can run and play. My twins are adjusting faster than I expected. Liam, with his father’s dark hair and intense eyes, already claims the biggest toy truck as his own. Lila, bright and curious, follows me everywhere, clutching her favorite stuffed bear.I visit my father the second day. He looks frail in the hospital bed, the debt I once married to clear now replaced by illness. He reaches for my hand with tears in his eyes.“You came back,” he whispers.“For you,” I reply softly. I do not mention the twins yet. Not until he is stronger. Not until I am ready.My career as a Financial Analyst has opened doors here too. I have meetings scheduled with old contacts and new investors interested in my debt-relief platform. The work keeps me busy during the day, but the nights are harder. Once the
ISABELLA'S POVThree years have passed since I left the country, yet some mornings I still wake with the ghost of Ethan’s touch on my skin. London shaped me into someone stronger ... a respected Financial Analyst whose work on debt restructuring platforms has earned recognition in fintech circles. My startup grew steadily, providing real help to families trapped in cycles of debt, the very trap that once forced me into a two-year contract marriage to save my father.But life has a way of pulling you back.My father is terribly sick now. The doctors are not optimistic. Combined with my growing desire to be closer to Sofia and the few friends who remained loyal, I made the decision. I packed up our life in London and brought my twins home to the United States.Liam and Lila are two years and three months old now ... very energetic, curious, and the center of my world. Liam has his father’s dark hair and intense eyes. Lila has my smile but the same stubborn chin as Ethan. They are my gre
ISABELLA’S POVThe plane touches down in London under a blanket of gray clouds. I step out into the cool, damp air with one small suitcase and my white mug carefully wrapped inside. My hand instinctively rests on my still-flat stomach as I navigate the airport. The pregnancy test Sofia gave me feels like both a burden and an anchor now. I am carrying Ethan’s child, yet I am completely alone in this new city.I take a taxi to the modest apartment Sofia helped arrange. It is small but clean, with a tiny kitchen and a window overlooking a quiet street. I unpack slowly, bringing only the things I brought into the marriage two years ago. I placr the white mug goes on the counter like a talisman. Everything else Ethan ever gave me remains behind in the penthouse. All these are mine and I will rather small and grow into getting everything I ever wanted than having to wait for someone to hand it over to me.I sit on the edge of the bed, exhausted from the flight and the emotional weight of ev
ISABELLA'S POV The hotel room feels sterile and cold compared to the penthouse I left behind it feels smaller with each passing day. I sit on the edge of the bed with my white mug clutched in both hands, staring at the plain wall. Three days have passed since I walked out, yet my heart and body still aches with the memory of Ethan ... the delicious soreness between my thighs, the faint bruises on my hips from his grip, the sensitivity of my breasts where he sucked and bit so relentlessly.I close my eyes and the memories flood back to me uninvited. His stubble scraping my inner thighs as he devoured my pussy on the kitchen island until I squirted on his tongue. The thick, veined length of his fat cock stretching me open on the couch, pounding me so deep I felt him in my womb. The way he fucked my tits, sliding between them while I licked the leaking head. The shower where he held me against the tiles and fucked me while standing, even the water mixing with our sweat and cum. The slow
ISABELLA'S POVThe days had melted into a haze of intense, mind-numbing pleasure mixed with growing emotional distance. This particular morning was no exception. I woke to the delicious sensation of Ethan’s hot mouth between my thighs. His rough stubble scraping against my sensitive inner thighs as he licked me with long, greedy strokes, savoring every drop of my arousal. He sucked my swollen clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue while two thick fingers plunged deep inside my already soaked pussy, curling relentlessly against my G-spot.“Ethan… oh fuck...” I moaned loudly, my hips bucking against his face as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. He groaned against my folds, the vibration sending sparks through me. He added a third finger, stretching me wide, while pumping me faster until I shattered hard, gushing on his tongue with a broken scream. He lapped up every drop like a man possessed, refusing to stop until my thighs stopped trembling.He climbed up my body, h
ISABELLA'S POVThe next few days blurs into a dangerous rhythm, settling into a tense, addictive pattern that both thrills and terrifies meThe mornings start with Ethan waking me by sliding his thick cock between my thighs from behind, fucking me slowly and deeply while spooning me. Afternoons oft
ISABELLA'S POVI wake up wrapped in heat. Ethan’s large body is curled around mine, with one heavy arm draped possessively over my waist, his palm is still cupping my breast even in sleep. His morning erection presses thick and insistent against the curve of my ass. The ache between my thighs is a
ISABELLA'S POVThe afternoon light has shifted into early evening by the time we finally surface. My body feels heavy, deliciously used, and sore in all the right places. Ethan’s arm is draped possessively over my waist, his chest pressed to my back, his cock still half-hard and nestled against my
ISABELLA'S POVThe silk robe feels too thin against my skin as I walk away from the kitchen. Every step reminds me of last night ... the delicious ache between my thighs, the tender bruises on my hips where Ethan’s fingers dug in while he drove into me, the faint sting on my ass from his palm. My b







