The Spy

Chapter 38

John had planned a surprise vacation for Isabela in Kenya. They had been dating for a few months now and John wanted to make up for the kidnapping incident that had almost taken her life. He had researched the best places to visit in Kenya and had made reservations in one of the most luxurious lodges in Maasai Mara.

As they landed at the airport, they were welcomed by the warm African sun and the scent of wildflowers in the air. Isabela was excited and couldn't believe that John had planned all of this for her. They were greeted by their tour guide, who took them on a safari drive through the plains.

John and Isabella arrived at the lodge in Kenya, tired from the long journey but excited to finally be away from everything that had happened. They walked into the lodge's restaurant and sat down at a table, enjoying the view of the African savanna.

As they ate dinner, they talked about their past experiences and what they wanted to do while on vacation. Isabella was quiet for most of the conversation, but John could tell she was still affected by what had happened. He reached across the table and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

After dinner, they walked back to their cabin, the stars above them shining brightly. John stopped and pulled Isabella close, looking into her eyes. She gazed back at him, feeling safe in his arms.

Without a word, John leaned in and kissed her, his hands sliding down her back. Isabella melted into the kiss, feeling the weight of the past few weeks melt away. They broke apart, breathing heavily, and John whispered, "Let's get lost in each other."

They made their way inside the cabin, their hands intertwined. John closed the door behind them, and they kissed again, their bodies pressed together. They moved towards the bed, their clothes falling to the ground, and they lost themselves in each other, forgetting everything but the moment they were in.

Hours later, they lay tangled together in the sheets, the sounds of the African night surrounding them. Isabella rested her head on John's chest, feeling a sense of peace she hadn't felt in weeks. John brushed his fingers through her hair, and they both fell asleep, lost in each other's arms.

"John, I'm tired of doing what my father asks of me. I want to get revenge for what he did to me," Isabella said, her voice determined.

John looked at her, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, my father used me as bait to test you. He put my life in danger, and he didn't care about me. He only cared about himself. I want to get back at him," Isabella explained, her eyes burning with intensity.

John listened carefully, understanding her anger. He knew how it felt to be betrayed and used. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to take him down. I want to ruin his reputation, make him pay for what he did. And I want your help," Isabella said, turning to him.

John didn't hesitate. "I'm in. Whatever you need, I'll help you."

Isabella smiled, relieved.

They spent the rest of the evening discussing their plans, and John couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of taking down Mr. Rodriguez. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to do whatever it takes to help Isabella get her revenge.

Over the next few days, they continued with their safari drives and explored the beauty of the Maasai Mara. They also visited other tourist attractions such as Lake Nakuru and Amboseli National Park.

As their trip came to an end, Isabella felt rejuvenated and inspired. She was grateful for the experience and the memories she had made. John smiled, happy to see her in such high spirits. He knew that the trip had been worth every penny.

As they sat on the plane, Isabella leaned into John's shoulder, watching the savannah disappear into the distance. She turned to him, a sparkle in her eyes, and whispered, "Thank you, John. This has been the best vacation ever."

As the private plane landed on the runway, John and Isabella took a deep breath of the crisp Canadian air. The excitement of the new adventure they were about to embark on was palpable. John had told Isabella that he would take her to his mansion in Canada, and she couldn't wait to see what it looked like.

As they stepped out of the plane, they were greeted by John's driver, who led them to a sleek black limousine. They got into the car, and John gave the driver directions to his mansion.

The drive was peaceful, with the scenic view of the countryside flashing by them. Isabella took it all in, admiring the beauty of the surroundings. She turned to John and smiled, thanking him for bringing her along.

John's mansion was a sprawling estate on the outskirts of Montreal. It was grand and imposing, with towering columns and lush gardens. As they drove through the gates and up the long driveway, Isabella couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.They got out of the car, and John led her inside.

He handed her a keycard and told her to make herself at home. Isabella stepped inside and gasped. The foyer was enormous, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and marble floors that shone in the light.She was in awe of the grandiose living room, with its high ceilings and opulent furnishings. John gave her a tour of the mansion, showing her the different rooms and amenities.

 As they walked through the house, Isabella was struck by how empty it felt. The rooms were grand and opulent, but they lacked any sense of warmth or personality. It was clear that John was not one for sentimental attachments but she couldn't help but feel grateful to John for bringing her here. She felt like she had escaped the constraints of her old life and was finally free to do what she wanted.

Later that night, after a lavish dinner, Isabella and John found themselves in front of the fireplace in the living room, sipping wine and talking about their plans for the future.