Isabelle's POV
I yawned as I stretching my limbs before jumping out of the bed. Grabbing my hair into messy bun. I shifted my eyes to the table clock which reads half past three. I mentally calculated the hour of sleep that I got and clicked my tongue in disappointment. These afternoon naps will be death of me. I mean I slept straight for four hours.
My stomach grumbled making me realise that I haven't eaten anything since morning. Stepping out of my room. I walked down the stairs out of my room. Maid has already cooked the food but I didn't feel like eating it so instead I cooked Ramen and took out the carton of cranberry juice from the fridge.
Cooking the noodle with lots of cheese and topping it with half fried egg. I sat comfortably on the dining table. Blasting a badass music through my playlist in the phone. I took a bite of the delicacy that I made.
My taste buds took a dive in pleasure and I couldn't help but stuff as much Ramen as I could in one go. This shit is divine!
"Just look at yourself, stuffing your mouth with noodles like a pig. When will you grow up, Isabelle?" A familiar voice echoed in the hall and I couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.
Damnit. I was enjoying my Ramen! Not now, please.
I screwed my head up and found my father walking through the door with his wife.
I put the chopsticks aside and raised my glass full of cranberry juice in the air. "Cheers Dad."
He made a disgusting face instead of walking straight to his room like always, this time he came forward to sit on the chair across the table. And his wife sat beside him.
"Other girls of your age are investing themselves in college and degrees and look at yourself, all you do is to party and sleep." He said in a bitter tone.
I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip if the cranberry juice.
His wife rolled her eyes and scrunched up her nose in disgusting. "You're nothing but a disgrace."
"Atleast I'm not a shut like you." I spat, maintaining my composer.
"Isabelle, how many times have I told you that she's your mother and-"
"Correction, Dad. She's my stepmother." I cut him in middle.
"After getting involved in the car accident and hitting someone. Don't you think that you act too casual? If it wasn't your father, you would've been locked behind the bars." His wife said, gritting her teeth in irritation.
And just like that, something strange irked in my chest. A feeling of suffocation builds up and a strong nausea hit me.
I pressed my eyes shut for a second and the haunting memories of that night returned back. That girl laying on the road surrounded in the pool of her own blood. And all that because of me.
Because I drove the car in a drunken state.
It's been a month since that accident but still I couldn't forget a single detail about it.
My eyes moistened and I couldn't help but smash the glass in my hand. A sharp pain inflicted through my skin but it only calmed me down.
I opened my eyes and looked at my father staring at blood drenched hand.
It's okay, Isabelle.
That girl has not died. She's okay. Dad told me that he admitted her to one of the best hospital and she survived. I should be thankful that she's alive and healthy.
I thought of meeting her in person and asking for forgiveness but I don't have enough guts. I can't face her after what I did to her. Maybe someday, I'll be brave enough to do so. Someday, I promise I'll beg for her forgiveness.
"Well, it's because my Dad couldn't afford to harm his reputation. I mean just think of the consequences if people get to know that his daughter was involved in the drunk-driving accident. Most probably that news will cost him to lose the next election." I smirked even when I felt like crying till my tears run dry.
"Isabelle, drop that attitude and apologize to your mother right now." Dad said, his eyes still fixed on my palms.
"I apologise on behalf of my future wife." A strong manly voice came to my ear and I couldn't help but snap my eyes in the direction of that voice.
There stood a man in a black Armani suit.
Wait a minute!
There stood a devilishly gorgeous man.
Well, wow. I mean fuck, how can he be so handsome? Since when my eyes started catching glimpse of such man?
His eyes landed on me and for a microsecond, our gaze interlocked before he smirked and walked towards us.
My father and his wife stood up in hurry to greet him and surprisingly this was the first time when I found my Dad hyperactive.
"Come sit with us, son." My stepmother gestured him towards the couch.
What the fuck? Son? Am I missing out something?
I looked at all of them in confusion and before I could ask anything, that man sat next to me on the chair instead of going to the living room.
"You should take care of yourself." He said.
I furrowed my eyebrows but before I could proceed anything, he took my palms softly in his hand and slowly pulled out the glass pieces that were stuck inside my flesh.
I hissed in pain and opened my mouth to say something when I felt that how warm his touch was.
He pulled out the white cotton napkin from his pocket and gently wrapped it around my wrist. I kept my eyes fixed on the white piece of cloth that turned red in an instant with my blood.
I blinked thrice to register that what the he'll was going on. In a instant, I pulled my hand away from his hold and stood up, "Dude, who the fuck ga e you permission to touch me?"
He didn't even spare me a glance but the corner of his lips were twitching in an annoying smirk and at that moment, I wished to punch myself for drooling over his gorgeous looks.
He must be some stupid political associate of my father and was trying to act cool to impress Dad.
I grabbed the bowl of Ramen and exhaled a breath in frustration. It turned soggy and my stomach is about to suicide if I don't feed it.
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the fork and stuffed noodles inside my mouth. Although my wounded hand hurts but still I purposely ate like a pig to irritate Dad in front of his colleague.
"This brat-" my stepmother stood up to say something but the man in black suit held up his hand in air to stop her.
"Mr. James, why don't you introduce me to Isabelle." He said to my Dad.
Holy shit. This freaking knows my name too?
But him taking my name sounded sexy. His husky voice! Damn.
I shook my head to clear tattooed absurd thought and shifted my attention to my stepmother who was fuming in anger at my behaviour. So to irritate her future, I faked a cough and purposely slipped bowl from my hand only to let all my Ramen land on the suit of that man who dared to touch me out of blue.
All three pairs of eye turned in my direction and I simply shrugged my shoulders. "I'm sorry. It's slipped."
"ISABELLE." Dad screamed loud enough to make me flinch slightly.
"I'm going to my room." I mumbled and decided to go.
He has no idea but I fear his temper.
"Meet Iskandar Remington." He added, lowering his voice.
Why this name sounds familiar?
"And you're going to marry him."