King Von Imagines

Truth Hurts Pt2

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The internet wasted no time.

"Looks like trouble in paradise! Isla Rossi, usually seen rocking King Von's chain, was spotted at a private event without it. Are these two done for good?"

The Shade Room had posted it just hours ago, and the comments were already on fire.

— She finally woke up and left that man
— Y'all know they gon' be back together by next week

— She finally got tired of the BS. Good for her!
— Nah, they gon' be back together by next week. Just wait.
— Von probably think he still got her in the bag 😂
— Not her moving like a free agent lmaoo
— If she pops out with someone else, oh it's OVER.
— Isla outside now? Oh yeah, Von sick

Von was sick.

For the past few weeks, Isla had been silent. No calls, no texts, no "I'm still mad, but I love you" messages. Nothing.

And Von hated that shit.

She always came back. Always. No matter how bad the argument got, no matter how much she cussed him out, at the end of the day, she was still his.

But this time?

This time was different.

A Few Days Later – Another Shade Room Post

The Shade Room: "Ohhh, Isla said she outside OUTSIDE! 👀 Our girl was spotted getting real comfortable with a mystery man at a private dinner. 👇🏾"

The picture was all wrong.

It was Isla, dressed in something sleek and stunning, seated across from a man in a tailored suit. He was leaning in, whispering something in her ear, and she was laughing.

That was all it took for the internet to explode.

— She is NOT mourning that relationship 😂
— Von somewhere punching the air
— Sis is glowing? Oh yeah, it's really over
— She went from rapper bae to rich businessman real quick
— The way Von used to move, he can't even be mad.
— Men hate when you treat them how they treated you.

Von's POV

Von was in the studio when he saw the post.

Muwop and a few of the guys were playing beats, laughing about something, but the second he opened Instagram and saw that picture—everything else faded.

His grip tightened around his phone, jaw clenching as he zoomed in on Isla's face.

She was smiling.

Not just a polite, business-type smile. No. This was a real, genuine laugh. One of those laughs she used to give him.

His stomach twisted.

"Yo, Von, you good?"

Muwop's voice barely registered.

Von swallowed hard, locking his phone and shoving it in his pocket. But he couldn't unsee it.

Weeks Later – The Baby Shower

Isla moved through the baby shower with effortless grace, making sure everything was perfect. The venue was elegant, the decorations were breathtaking, and the food? Immaculate. As expected from Rossi Luxe Designs.

She had put her all into planning this event, and it showed.

"Girl, you did your thing with this," Muwop's girl, Kiana, gushed, holding her belly. "I don't know what I woulda done without you."

Isla smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "You know I got you."

What she wasn't prepared for, though, was him.

Von had been posted up on the other side of the room, watching her. She could feel his eyes burning into her every time she moved, but she refused to look his way.

She was done playing these games.

But Von? Von wasn't.

So when she stepped into the hallway to take a breather, she wasn't surprised when she suddenly felt a presence behind her.

Before she could react, a strong hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her into one of the venue's empty rooms. The door clicked shut behind them, and she was met with those familiar dark eyes—eyes that used to make her melt but now just pissed her off.

She snatched her wrist away. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

Von leaned against the door, arms crossed, looking her up and down like he was trying to figure her out. "You really on that?"

Isla scoffed. "On what, Von?"

He clenched his jaw. "So you really not gon' talk to me?"

"What's there to talk about?" she snapped. "I told you what it was weeks ago, and you ain't say shit. Now you wanna pop up like you got something to say?"

Von exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. "I ain't think you was serious, Isla. You always come back."

Isla let out a cold laugh, shaking her head. "That's the problem. You think you can just do whatever and I'll be right here waiting for you. Newsflash, Von—I'm done with that shit."

His eyes darkened, and he took a step closer. "So that's it? You just gon' move on like I ain't mean shit to you?"

Isla tilted her head, voice laced with attitude. "Oh, you mean like how I felt when I saw you letting some random bitch get comfortable on you? That's how you wanna play it?"

Von gritted his teeth. "I told you, it wasn't like that."

"Then why did it look like that?" she shot back. "And don't even try to gaslight me, Von. You knew that shit was disrespectful."

He exhaled, his frustration evident. "Damn, Isla, I ain't perfect. But you act like I don't love you."

She blinked, a sharp pain stabbing at her chest. "Love? Love? If you really loved me, you wouldn't keep putting me in these situations. You wouldn't keep making me look like a fool."

Von's jaw clenched, his hand balling into a fist at his side. He hated this. Hated seeing her hurt. Hated that he was the reason for it.

"Tell me what you want me to do," he said, voice low. "You want me to beg? You want me to say I fucked up? Aight, I fucked up. I should've handled it better." He took another step toward her, voice softer now. "But you know damn well I ain't ever want nobody else but you."

Isla swallowed hard, her defenses weakening for half a second before she forced herself to stand firm.

"I don't need your words, Von. I need actions. And so far? You keep showing me that I can't trust you."

That hit him harder than she expected. His nostrils flared, and for the first time, he actually looked... hurt.

But she didn't back down.

She turned toward the door, hand on the knob. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I got an event to run."

Before she could leave, his hand caught her waist, spinning her back toward him. Their bodies were inches apart, his grip firm but not forceful.

"You really done with me?" he asked, voice low, eyes locked onto hers.

Isla's heart pounded. For the first time, she saw it—the fear in his eyes. The realization that she wasn't playing. That this wasn't just another fight she'd get over.

Isla took a small glance at Von.

She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze.

Without a word, she pulled away to leave him standing there.

TO BE CONTINUED...