Chapter 128 One Hundred & Twenty Eight
Dominic didn’t release her immediately.
Slowly, he turned his head toward the door.
Steven stood there, tall and rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle ticked in his cheek. His eyes were locked on Dominic’s hand wrapped around Izzy’s wrist.
The room suddenly felt smaller.
Colder.
More dangerous.
Dominic’s lips curved into a slow, mocking smile.
“Your wife?” he said quietly, finally releasing Izzy’s wrist. “Funny how that works.”
Steven stepped into the office, closing the door behind him with deliberate calm.
“I said,” Steven repeated, his voice low and controlled, “get your hands off my wife.”
Izzy stepped back immediately, rubbing her wrist, placing distance between herself and Dominic.
Dominic watched her for a second before shifting his gaze back to Steven.
“And what exactly are you going to do about it?” Dominic asked, his tone dripping with challenge.
Steven didn’t move closer, but the tension in his posture spoke louder than words.
“I’m not here to fight you,” Steven said. “But if you touch her again, that might change.”
Dominic chuckled darkly.
“Oh, I’m sure you’d like to see what you're capable of.”
Izzy stepped between them before things could escalate further.
“Enough,” she said sharply.
Both men looked at her.
“This is my office,” Izzy continued, her voice cold and commanding. “And neither of you is going to turn it into a boxing ring.”
Dominic’s eyes flicked to Steven again, calculating.
“Tell your husband,” he said slowly, “that this doesn’t concern him.”
Steven laughed softly, but there was no humor in it.
“The hell it does.”
Dominic’s gaze hardened.
“This is between Izzy and me.”
“No,” Steven said firmly. “This is about my boy Brian. Which means it absolutely concerns me.”
The room went silent.
Dominic’s eyes narrowed.
“So you do know.”
Steven met his stare without hesitation.
“Of course I know.”
Izzy closed her eyes briefly, tension tightening her shoulders.
Dominic looked between them, something darker settling into his expression.
“And you married her anyway... Good,” he said quietly.
His voice dropped, dangerous and controlled.
“Then you both know I’m not going anywhere.”
Steven folded his arms.
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
Dominic took a slow step forward, his gaze locking onto Izzy.
“Oh, you don't want to mess with me.”
His voice was calm now.
Too calm.
“Because whether either of you likes it or not…” he said softly, “Brian is my son.”
The words hung in the air like a loaded gun.
“Brian isn't your son because you gave sperm. Brian is Izzy’s son,” Steven said firmly. “And mine.”
Dominic’s jaw tightened, the muscles in his face going rigid.
“Now I can see why she never wanted to tell you,” Steven added calmly.
Dominic stood there, furious. Then suddenly he laughed, the sound cold and sharp.
“You must feel like you won,” he said, looking at Steven. “But the Izzy you loved once used to scream my name like a slut when she was in my bed. Did you know that?”
“Dominic!” Izzy shouted, her face burning with anger.
“What?” he sneered. “You don’t want him knowing who you really were? How such a slutty whore you were whenever we fucked. You think she loves you?” He looked at Steven. “She’s not capable of love. She's difficult to love and hard to love.”
Izzy stared at him, shock flashing across her face before it turned into something deeper… hurt.
“What?” she said quietly.
“You once told me you loved me,” Dominic continued bitterly. “And then suddenly… You married someone else.”
For a moment, Izzy was silent.
Then she straightened.
Her voice, when she spoke, was steady… but filled with emotion.
“You say I’m incapable of love,” she said slowly. “You say I’m difficult. Hard to love.”
Dominic watched her, unmoving.
“But when I loved you… did you even recognize it?” she continued. “When I gave you every piece of my heart, did you cherish it? Did you hold it carefully… like it mattered?”
Her eyes burned now.
“When I loved you, did you fight for us? Did you stand beside me when things were hard? Or did you leave me standing in the dark alone?”
Dominic didn’t answer.
Izzy shook her head softly.
“Was I really hard to love?” she asked. “Or were you simply incapable of loving me the way I deserved?”
The room was completely silent now.
“So when you see lust… obsession… shallow affection… " You call it love,” she continued. “And you wonder why real love was never in my eyes for you.”
She took a breath.
“Dominic, even if I had given you every ounce of love I had… would you have known what to do with it?”
Dominic stared at her.
“You want to know the answer?” Izzy said quietly.
She shook her head.
“No.”
Then she turned and placed her hand gently on Steven’s arm.
“But this man right here,” she said firmly, pointing to him, “stood beside me. He would burn the world for me… and with me.”
Steven met Dominic’s gaze calmly.
Izzy’s eyes hardened again.
“So don’t you ever disrespect him by insulting me like that again.”
The room fell silent.
Dominic just stood there… staring at her.
Now get the hell out of my office,” Izzy said coldly.
She walked to the door and pulled it open, stepping aside just enough for Dominic to pass.
The hallway outside was still quiet, the early morning silence hanging in the air.
Izzy didn’t look at him again. She waited.
Dominic stood there for a long moment, staring at her…his jaw tight, eyes dark with emotions he refused to show.
For a second it looked like he might say something.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he let out a slow breath, straightened his jacket, and walked past her.
As he reached the doorway, he paused beside her.
Just for a moment.
His voice came out low and controlled.
“This isn’t over, Izzy.”
Then he walked out.
The sound of his footsteps faded down the hallway.
Izzy stood there gripping the door handle, her knuckles white.
Steven stepped closer behind her.
But neither of them spoke.