A Deal With The Devil

Chapter 20

5 years later......

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Simon's POV

Staring at a clear transparent glass, I saw the beautiful view off New York.

I love you.  A beautiful innocent voice I heard. The voice that keeps hunting me down. The voice I wanted to hear again.

The year already started but still, there's no trace of her. I hired several investigators already but they failed. Where in the world could she be? I wanted to give up. But the thought of losing her kills me and restrains me from doing it.

I broke her heart. I stabbed it, cutted it to the deepest ends. Just for my pride. I never wanted to acknowledge what I felt for her. I always portray the Simon Ross that everyone knows, that bad boy reputation who doesn't believe in love, even to my wife! And now, that stupid reputation broke me into regrets, longing and cuts.

I sat on my chair again and stared at a beautiful picture in my desk. It was the only thing that was left of her. I caressed her beautiful smiling face with my thumb.

"Where are you baby? I missed you so much already." My voice spoke unannounced as my tears threatened to fall. God knows how much I tried to forget her but evertime I do that, I failed and even grow more desperate.

Im such a stupid fool! Damn!

Every noon, I would always see a beautiful woman that enters my office with a beautiful smile and brings me lunch. Six months after we divorced, I am so confused, what do I feel for her? But after that, I succumbed, I finally acknowledged that I love her, but when I finally realized it, it was too late and she was nowhere to be found. I tried extracting the truth from Isabella's dad but I failed, to her sister which is my cousin's girlfriend too but I failed either. Is this a punishment to me being so cruel?

After I divorced Isabella, they became so distant to me. Especially mom who loves Isabella like her own daughter. They cook together, landscape together, sew clothes, and they really hanged out very well. When Isabella and I divorced, my mom felt like she was deprived of a happiness, they really expected me to have a child, an heir and they love Isabella so much. How couldn't they? Isabella is so easy to love and I realized it lately.

"Mr. Ross?" My Secretary called out my name that brought me back to my thoughts.

"Mr. Hammond is here."

"Bring him in." I ordered and without taking a second, his investigator entered his office.

"Any progress towards Isabella? Any lead?" I asked sternly. I am goddamn desperate. I was even doubting his investigation skills. For five years, he had different lead. His first conclusion is she was in north Carolina then at Texas, then at Philadelphia. What the fuck? I've been paying him well but I can't have satisfying results.

I've hired many investigators at the same time, but no one found her.

"Mr. Ross, I found her." He replied while handing me a manila envelope.

My heart suddenly beat faster. My mind stucked for a second.

I opened the manila envelope and indeed found her picture. She looked more mature and beautiful.

"The reason why we can't find her is that, she not here in the country, she's in Philippines."

I keep on looking at her pictures, she was like organizing a dress on a mannequin.

"When you both divorced, she engrossed herself in college, then four years after, she became a very famous designer."

I was tongue tied. I dont know what to say. After a long wait, I have found her.

"And here's the twist, your sister has a big secret."

"What is it?"

"Isabella is the designer of your sister's gown for the upcoming pageant."

I was suddenly mental blocked. That statement can't register through me. Why would Taylor hide this to me?

"But Taylor told me that her designer is Bella."

"Why would she hid that from me when in fact, she knew how desperate I am finding her?"

"I have an evidence sir." My Investigator showed me two pictures of a two women on the same boutique I saw on the picture. Taylor and my Isabella.

"Isabella told Taylor not to tell you. For the sake of peace. They have a secret connection for a year already. "

I can't believe Taylor hides this. She knew how much this matters to me. She takes Isabella's side than me. She should know that blood is thicker than water.

"Your ex wife is happy without you." My investigator added.

"Another thing, she's happy with her boyfriend." My investigator added another picture of Isabella holding a guys hand.

"Holy shit." Without my consent, I muttered a curse.

My heart suddenly pierced seeing her happy, not with me but with another man.

Without second glance, I pushed my seat and stood up. Not wasting any time. I have lost her for five freaking years and I will never do that

I didn't bother to reply. I immediately called my pilot.

"Silas, refuel the chopper NOW!!!!"

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Isabella's POV

I stared at my phone. I keep scrolling on positive comments I received and my load of client emails.

My intercom suddenly buzzed.

"Yes Marg?" I spoke to my secretary.

"Ms. Campbell there's a man here that was making a scandal in the boitique and now he's here in my office saying he's not going anywhere unless he talked to you."

"Who is he?" I asked in displeasure.

"He wouldn't say his name either."

"Tell him to settle an appointment."

"I already did that but---"

Marga wasn't done talking when suddenly my door flew open. With a tall man standing impatiently.

"Sir you can't go there!" I heard Marga ran over him.

I was rooted to where I was and my eyes were large as saucer. The man! The face of the man that I don't wanna see again. That face that is like a nightmare to me. He haunts down my past that cast all those heartaches and illusions.

I saw his face lighten with vulnerability.

"Isabella." He whispered.

"Simon."