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Dinner with the Devereaux's
Walking into the Devereaux family estate felt like stepping into a completely different world. The sprawling mansion, nestled in the heart of Beverly Hills, was a picture of wealth and elegance—so far removed from the world I'd grown up in. As we crossed the threshold, I couldn't help but feel out of place. I'd met people with money before, but this... this was something else entirely.
Izabella's hand in mine was the only thing grounding me. I squeezed it for reassurance, but the moment we entered the lavish dining room, the knot in my stomach tightened. Her family was already there, her mom smiling warmly, her brothers—well, they were harder to read. Protective. Watching me like hawks.
This wasn't going to be easy.
As we sat down for dinner, I tried my best to stay calm, to make a good impression. But every time I opened my mouth, I felt their eyes on me, judging every word, every movement. I knew they were protective of her. Hell, if I had a sister like Izabella, I'd probably be the same way. But the pressure was suffocating.
Her mom, thankfully, was kind. She asked me about my background, my family, my studies in aviation. I appreciated that she seemed genuinely interested, but the weight of her brothers' gazes didn't lift. Every question felt like a test, and I wasn't sure I was passing.By the time dinner was over, I was mentally exhausted. Izabella's brothers hadn't said much, but their silence spoke volumes. They didn't trust me, not yet.
As we left the estate, I could feel the tension in my shoulders. I wanted to talk to Izabella about it, to tell her how uneasy I felt, but I didn't want to ruin the night. I glanced over at her, her beauty striking as ever, but there was something else in her eyes—something deeper. She didn't seem as relaxed as she usually was. Maybe she felt the tension too.
We drove in silence for a while, the lights of Beverly Hills passing by as I tried to collect my thoughts. The further we got from her family's home, the easier it became to breathe. But I still couldn't shake the feeling of not belonging.
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Back at Her Penthouse
Back at her penthouse, the tension between us hadn't dissolved. We sat together on the couch, but the conversation was stilted, awkward in a way it never had been before. I leaned back, trying to play it cool, but I knew she could sense that something was off.
"You know, tonight wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be," I said, trying to lighten the mood. But even to my own ears, it sounded hollow.
Her brow furrowed, and I could tell she wasn't buying it. "Wasn't as bad? My family loved you."
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FanfictionIzabella Devereaux-Chen has always been the girl who knew what she wanted-until she met Julièn Montgomery. He was her everything, the one who made her believe in forever. But forever didn't last, and the betrayal left her shattered. Three years late...
