Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 451

Brett was starting to think he might've gone off the deep end to obsess over a woman who was clearly out of reach.

For the past two months, he hadn't tried to contact Izabella directly, but like some creepy stalker, he always knew where she was filming and where she was staying. He'd make sure to rent a place nearby.

When Izabella didn't appreciate his gifts, he'd send them to her film crew under the guise of being just another fan. He'd even join her fan group to keep up with her every move.

Thanks to his generous donations, he'd made quite a name for himself in the fan group.

Today, he'd heard early on that the filming was wrapping up. He managed to find out where the film crew's party was, booked a private room at the same hotel, and slipped the waitstaff a few bucks to keep him updated.

When he heard Izabella was leaving, he slipped out too, tailing her quietly as she got into a car with Casey.

He followed them, not leaving even after seeing Izabella and Casey go inside.

He didn't know why, but he just couldn't let go. He wanted to wait for Izabella to come out.

He sat in his car with the heater on, staring at the villa. The lights inside were always on.

What was Izabella doing?

As he pondered this question, he felt a chill run through him, as though his blood had turned to ice.

He kept his gaze fixed on the villa until his eyes started to hurt, but Izabella never came out.

He drove around the villa, finally parking on the east side. The light in that room was always on. He figured it must be the bedroom.

He rolled down the window and looked up, noticing the curtains weren't fully drawn. He saw two shadows overlapping, then disappear.

Suddenly, breathing became difficult. His heart was in his throat and his chest tightened. His eyes burned, as though his world had come to a halt.

What were they doing at this hour?

In the cold of winter, a man and a woman were staying in a room deep into the night. What could they possibly be doing?

Brett didn't dare to think about it. He'd been following Izabella for over a month, and although she and Casey were affectionate, they always slept in separate rooms.

He'd considered that one day they might move in together.

Even though he'd mentally prepared himself, seeing it unfold in front of him was a punch to the gut.

He looked at his shaking hand, feeling the cold bite into his fingertips. He wished he could rip out the pain.

He shifted his gaze to his reflection in the rearview mirror.