Page 111 of Broken Deal

Isabella whirls around. “I’d rather be alone.”

Matteo doesn’t hesitate. “Over my dead fucking body,” he snaps, following after her. “There’s no use arguing, Isa. I’ll be going with you whether you like it or not.”

With that, they both storm out of the club.

“Will those two ever figure it out?” I ask.

Lorenzo shakes his head with a knowing grin. “Damian and I have been trying for years now. They’re both way too stubborn.”

Aria waves a hand like it’s no big deal. “Trust me, they will.”

There’s something undeniable about them. When they’re in the same room, they’re like magnets trying desperately to stay apart, yet life keeps pulling them back together. It’s only a matter of time before they stop fighting it.

“Hell will freeze the day that happens,” Lorenzo comments.

“A lot of things can happen. I mean, look at us now.” I shrug.

Aria beams excitedly. “I always knew you two were meant to be.”

Lorenzo wraps an arm around my waist, kissing me on the cheek. “I will forever be grateful the day you walked back into my life,” he says with a sheepish smile.

My eyes find his as I smile at him, my cheeks hurting from how happy I feel.

This is it for me.

Heis it for me.

And my heart couldn’t be any happier.

Though we barely slept last night, we had already planned to meet for brunch. Since I’ve beenso busy these past few months, we haven’t had our usual Sunday brunches, so it was overdue.

“I’m actually shocked you made it,” I say, watching as Isabella approaches our table. Aria and I have been sitting for about ten minutes, just drinking coffee and catching up.

Isabella slumps down into the chair without a word, sunglasses still on. Aria and I exchange confused looks.

“So...” Aria ventures, unsure how to start.

“Where did you disappear to last night?” I ask. “We never heard from you again.”

Isabella stays silent, reaching for the coffee pot and pouring herself a heavy cup. Slowly, she pulls off her sunglasses and takes a sip. I study her, trying to figure out what’s different about her, and that’s when I see it.

“No.” My breath catches, eyes locking on her left hand.

Isabella follows my gaze and stiffens, dropping her hand into her lap, like that will make me forget what I just saw.

Aria frowns, confused. “What?”

“Isabella Walton,” I gasp, leaning closer. “Tell me you didn’t.”

She grimaces. “Technically, I’m Isabella Carter now.”

Aria’s jaw drops. She’s at a loss for words.

“You married Matteo fucking Carter?” I sputter, staring at her in disbelief.

Isabella pushes her hair back with a sigh. “Can we drop it?”

“No!” Aria and I shout together.

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