Reborn To Reclaim: The Boss Who Never Forgot

Isla POV

Tomorrow was supposed to be the best day of my life. That's what everyone calls it. The day two people become one. The most exciting day for a young lady like me.

But sitting alone in my hotel room, all I felt was incoming dread. I didn't understand why such a feeling was taking over my body. I should be ecstatic, happy, and glad. I was about to marry the love of my life and start a family.

But as I stared at myself in the mirror, I couldn't recognize myself.

I stared at my now-short blonde hair. Ronan's preferred style. He had made me cut it short.

"Long hair makes women too independent," he'd told me once. "It'll get in the way of starting a family."

And now I had lost my favorite feature of myself. My long golden blonde hair, gone.

Six years I'd given this man my whole life, and somehow I kept shrinking to fit his expectations.

I quit my job at Vale Groups. I dropped my ambitions and my career, and smiled through every humiliation he and my adopted family threw at me.

I even helped him with the company and all the success he had gained… but I didn't remember him thanking me for my efforts, or even offering me a top position in his office.

He took all the credit.

All for a proposal that only came after my parents wore him down.

I needed to see Vivienne, my little sister. My best and only friend. She was the only thing that was nice to me. Just seeing her face and smile always made things manageable.

I left my room and walked the quiet hallway toward the suite she'd borrowed to get ready.

I stopped as I saw Ronan's shoe was outside the door. The ones I'd bought him. I frowned, confused as to why it would be in front of Vivienne's hotel room.

The door was open a bit.

From inside came sounds that made my chest hurt: low, ragged breaths. The sounds of two bodies moving together.

"Vivienne… you feel so good…" Ronan's voice, slurred.

My heart stopped. I couldn't move.

"Harder, Ronan!" Vivienne called out. "I'm not Isla! I can handle you!"

I blinked. My vision blurred. My sister. My fiancé. Together.

Ronan had never been… like this with me. He was always distant, even in intimacy. I just thought he was one of those people who weren't into sex and maybe showed his affection through other things.

But this—this was real. And he was having it with my sister.

This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Vivienne… she wouldn't…

When the sounds finally faded, Vivienne's voice drifted through the gap, soft and casual.

"You really should leave her, Ronan… she's so clingy. Always needing someone there. I don't know why you put up with it."

Ronan chuckled. "I know… but it's complicated. She… isn't easy to walk away from."

"Complicated… right," Vivienne said. "Or maybe you just don't