Cheated Once Cherished Forever: The Billionaire's Bride novel Chapter 115

Notifications from Vivian kept buzzing, and Isabella finally snapped back to reality and opened the messages.

Vivian had sent another photo, saying it came from SunnyBite.

"Bella, look! This painting's style is really similar to Glamoore's! She must've planned this, deliberately trying to imitate Glamoore! It's very similar, but if you look closely, you can tell that it can't compare to the real Glamoore!"

Isabella felt both amused and helpless. "I don't notice anything off."

It was her own painting! The question was, how did it get out?

She painted those two pieces back when she was still living in the Moore residence. The discarded drafts could only have been picked up then.

The first person she thought of was Giselle. She called Giselle, but before she could say anything, Giselle burst out, her voice charged with anger.

"Isabella! You know Queenie, right? Give me her number! No, tell me where she is! Damn it, how dare that bitch mess with me!"

Isabella snorted with mockery. "Giselle, you deserve it. I haven't even settled things with you yet, and here you are, asking me?"

Giselle felt no guilt at all. She didn't care if Isabella had been in trouble that day. She only cared about money.

"Judging by how you sound, nothing happened to you, right? Isabella, why don't we team up? Queenie clearly wants your life. If we join forces, we can get her money. She only gave a deposit last time and didn't pay the rest! Damn it! When I find her, I'll make her pay!"

Isabella's voice was cold. "Giselle, what happens between you and Queenie has nothing to do with me. But if you try to use me again, don't blame me for being ruthless! I only called to ask one thing. Are you the one pretending to be Glamoore online?"

"Pretending? Who's pretending? What does that have to do with me?"

Giselle's reaction didn't sound fake, and Isabella knew her well enough. Her schemes were always upfront.

Besides, if Giselle knew Isabella was Glamoore, the Moore family wouldn't have stayed so calm. They would've already tried to squeeze Isabella for everything.

So, Isabella rephrased the question. "Did you steal my paintings and give them to someone else?"

Giselle immediately bristled, scoffing. "Steal your paintings? Isabella, are you delusional? How much could your paintings be worth? Why would I need to steal them?"

If it was not Giselle, could it be Margaret? That seemed even less likely.

Isabella gave up on tracking down the person. She figured the gathering would clear everything up anyway.

"Isabella, what exactly do you want? Either tell me how to reach Queenie or give me the money! Who cares about your paintings?"

The group had been looking at their phones, but when they heard her voice, they all put their phones down. They quickly stood up, greeting her respectfully, "Isa!"

"Isa, you're back!"

"Hello, Isa!"

Isabella was taken aback. Theodore wasn't here, and yet they were acting this way…

"Isa, we were immature before. We came to apologize to you today!" Yannick spoke first.

The others chimed in, "Isa, we're sorry. We truly know we were wrong!"

"Please forgive us, Isa! Don't hold it against us!"

As they spoke, Theodore opened the door from inside. Seeing that he was home, Isabella hesitated for a moment before allowing him to take her hand and lead her inside.

Before she could react, Theodore shut the door decisively, showing no intention of letting Yannick and the others in.

Isabella grew even more puzzled. Pointing toward the closed door, she asked, "Aren't they still outside? Are you not letting them in?"