"Master Prescott?" William aid on the phone as the magnificent car drove away and it didn't have any number plates.
"Yes William?" Zayden said as he dropped Alison off of her apartment.
"Madam Prescott left," He said hesitantly.
"Oh, where is she going?" Zayden frowned.
The last time he saw the omega was when she was peacefully sleeping.
He has been interested in Isabelle, ever since he first saw her.
But he never let that interest show because he did not want to lead her on.
"Sir, she did not just leave. She left, permanently,"
Zayden ended the call and dialed Isabelle’s phone number.
"The number you have dialed is not in service."
Not in service, how could it be not in service? He stepped on the gas and went back to the villa. He bolted up the stairs and barged inside the bedroom.
Isabelle was not there and the bed was neatly arranged.
He ran to the closet and there was nothing.
He opened the drawers and all were empty.
He went to the bathroom and everything was clean.
He just left three hours ago and now it was empty.
He then swiped his phone to check Isabelle’s latest social media activity.
User not found.
What the f*ck?
Zayden’s hurried steps echoed throughout the house.
"William?"
"Yes, sir?"
"What is my wife’s last name, do you know?"
"No, sir, all you told us about her was just that her name was Isabelle." Zayden frowned.
He looked at the bank account that he had set up for her, 405.6Million still intact, still untouched.
He will have to meet with his lawyers tomorrow because he remembers that when they got married that she was not allowed to leave him and that she would pay him the amount she was paid.
He was surprised with everything, how could Isabelle just leave him like that?
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Isabelle sat comfortably on her family's private plane and pouted continuously.
"Brother Where are you taking me?" She asked.
"Andrea is not able to come because she has a fashion show in Madrid and Dad wanted to show you his latest acquisition," he said.
Isabelle rolled her eyes at her brother, "Show-off!"
"Not necessarily, you were gone for two years. We didn't know where you were, just that you got married," Alaric put his hand on his chin.
"We are ready for take-off," said the captain.
Isabelle sat comfortably and looked out the window.
She missed traveling in general because pretty much all she did in the past two years was stay at home or go to museums or the mall, watch TV and wait for his next blood draw.
The moment they reached cruising altitude, Alaric sat beside his sister and asked, "How are you really?"
"I guess I owe you all an explanation," Isabelle sigh looking at her brother as she took a few pieces of grapes from the fruit basket.
"It's not just that," Alaric said, looking at her seriously. "What drove you to get married? You have the money," he added.
"I felt lost when Mum died, I just thought overcompensating by saving a life and hoping to fall in love as well would help” She answered frankly.
"So you fell in love with him?" Her brother asked.
"I liked him sure, I thought he was someone I could to introduce to Dad since he comes from the same social status you know?"
She popped another grape in her mouth.
Alaric tried to size up his baby sister more but the alpha knew she was getting uncomfortable.
Isabelle sat up, "can we not talk about it? I mean yes, I gather I screwed up, can I just move on"
"Sure, what are you thinking of?" Alaric asked curious.
"Oh, I was thinking of continuing my masters at London College of Fashion," she responded.
"Since I want to be in charge of our global retail division, it would be an awesome endeavor," She replied smiling at her brother.
"Then you'll come back here?"
"Well, yeah, that's okay right? I mean spend eighteen months abroad for school? and maybe come back after a couple of years?"
"Let's see what Dad thinks, shall we?" Alaric snickered, "you are all of a sudden becoming too eager."
"You asked and I answered. Besides, my brain stagnated for far too long now," Isabelle looked outside the window, appreciating the big puffy clouds as they jetted in the sky.
"Hey Vi,"
She hummed and turned her head to look at her brother.
"I am glad to see you and have you back," He said as he stood up and hugged his sister.
"Me too," She nodded, "it was a foolish and immature decision."
Isabelle looked at her arm and noticed the faint needle marks. It's going to disappear with time and so is her past.
She leaned back against the headrest and closed her eyes,at least right now, the only thing she was happy about was that Zayden really didn't know who Isabelle Foxworth really is.
Zayden paced in his office the next morning as one of his attorneys and best friend, Ezra Kensington, spoke to him on the phone.
"Ezra, tell me, what do you mean that there is no Isabelle with the physical descriptors I have provided you?" Zayden demanded.
"Do you have a picture of her?" Ezra asked.
Zayden frowned. Does he? He doesn't.
"I told you, I don't," Zayden exasperatedly expressed, sitting down with his palms on his face.
"So you in short, you did not give a sh*t about who she really was?"
That stung because in reality he didn't.
"Ezra, I married him for his blood and to save Alison’s life," Zayden murmured against the palm of his hand.
"She must hate you so much to just leave you like that, tell me, did you ever talk to her or eat dinner with her or even spend time with her?"
"I..."
"You didn’t. Then why are you looking for her again?" Erza asked, "how can we run after her if you don’t even know who she is, so tell me, how would we do that?"
"Oh, trace withdrawal of money?"
"She didn't even touch that account, Zay and if she did, maybe she spent, only a few thousands on clothes, that's it."
Zayden was frustrated because searching for blood for Alison would be a problem now because the next person with that blood type is in Seoul.
"Excuse me sir?” His secretary, Annika knocked at the door.
"Yes?" Zayden barked.
"Mr Jackson Carter, Mrs Prescott’s lawyer is here to see you," She said.
He nodded, "stay on the line Ezra,"
"Okay."
"Thank you for meeting with me, Mr Prescott," Jackson said as he walked into the office.
"Where is my wife?" Zayden scowled.
"Oh, you mean, ex-Wife? Well, did you treat her as such?" Jackson looked at himsquarely.
Zayden seethed in anger, "how dare you!"
"Well, let me not overstay my welcome," He said as he placed the envelope on his table.
"You will find the divorce documents in order," the alpha lawyer stated, "and a manager's check for 405.6 Million.That check will nullify your marriage."
But the money was not touched and she is paying him another 405.6 Million?
"Or do you want a bank transfer, to make sure you get your money?" Jackson looked him in the eye.
Zayden looked at the folder in front of him with a heavy sigh, he looked it over and saw Isabelle’s signature.
Jackson then spoke, "And if you are not amenable to this, not agree to the divorce, she would sue you for damages and you would not like her restitution request."
"Just tell me, what are her stipulations?" Zayden asked, defeatedly.
"That Miss Alison Blake return all the pints of blood that she donated back to her," Jackson said sternly, "all at the same time."
Zayden’s eyes widened, "that's a cruel stipulation." He retorted.
"Then sign the divorce papers and I will send you a copy and your business with Miss Isabelle will be over." Jackson stated, looking at the alpha CEO fiercely.
Zayden just shook his head in defeat. He took his pen and signed.