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