Cheated Once Cherished Forever: The Billionaire's Bride novel Chapter 112

Isabella didn't know how Theodore would deal with Queenie, but that wasn't something she could ask. Deep down, she knew he couldn't bring himself to be truly cruel to Queenie. Maybe they really had some unforgettable history together.

If that was the case, what was the point of asking more questions?

That night, Theodore stayed by Isabella's side. He only went to his study after she had fallen asleep.

But she hadn't actually fallen asleep. After everything that had happened, how could she? Her mind kept crawling with images of those disgusting men. The sticky, violating way their hands had touched her left her feeling grim every time she recalled it.

So, she got up and took another shower.

Afterward, she felt completely refreshed. Since sleep was out of the question, she decided to hop onto the forum. She ignored the gossip and went straight to the task section. That was when she saw one post. A student offered just ten Ritcoins for a painting, asking for a sunset full of hope.

Ten Ritcoins meant ten dollars. With her current alias, even the simplest piece she produced would start in the thousands. But she had always been picky. If she wasn't inspired or satisfied with a piece, she wouldn't send it out. That was why she had never left the Moore family's orbit all these years.

Still, the theme this student wanted intrigued her. After a sunset came darkness. How could there be hope? It was usually just despair.

But she refused to believe that. She could decide whether or not hope existed. The world was unfair, but unfairness was no excuse to give up.

She pulled a sketchpad from her nightstand. She always kept one nearby for moments like this, when inspiration struck just before sleep.

The first stroke burst from the center in a deep rose-red, flecked with shimmering gold like fragments of starlight breaking through torn clouds. The hidden sun painted its edges with a hazy halo, while countless blades of gold and crimson light pierced the thick haze, plunging straight toward the sea.

Her skill was something even her teachers had praised. Her mastery of color and the precision of her brushwork were something few artists could match.

In less than 20 minutes, she put down her brush. Before her was a fragmented sunset plunging into turbulent waves. Each crest glimmered with a faint halo, like it could break free from the canvas at any moment.

The student had posted it, and everyone thought it was Glamoore's new work. The forum erupted. People rushed to SunnyBite's account to comment, asking her to explain. If it wasn't the real Glamoore running the account under the name of Glamoore, then how did this painting appear?

Vivian even commented, "If she's that amazing, let her mentor, the 'real Glamoore,' paint something too. Let's see who does it better."

Isabella just smiled. Who knew better than her who the real Glamoore was?

But she never expected that as soon as she got to the office, Vivian's message arrived.

"Bella! That fake Glamoore actually painted something! And her style looks so much like Glamoore's!"

Isabella frowned, opened the photo Vivian sent, and froze. That was never supposed to be seen. It was one of her discarded drafts. How did it get out?