Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 19

Can’t Win Me Back Chapter 19
Rumors about Nathan Hill’s favoritism toward a mistress over his wife quickly spread through the elite circles, sparking outrage among noblewomen and debutantes. Nathan’s father had to expend significant effort to quell the damaging gossip.

Though the situation was resolved, Nathan’s reputation. suffered. Frustrated and disappointed, his father rewarded Caleb, Nathan’s half–brother, with control of a few more companies.

To reclaim his former glory, Nathan decided to pin all his hopes on the luxury brand company he had recently established. This endeavor was his only chance to prove his business acumen and redeem himself. Furthermore, he needed to show the world that his closeness with Victoria was purely for professional purposes.

**In Milan**

The preparation for the fashion design competition was nearing its end. Isabella had crafted numerous outfits but lacked a design catering to the upper–class market. It wasn’t because she lacked the skill, but rather because she couldn’t afford the premium materials and embellishments.

This left her anxious, fearing that her mentor, Ms. Jasmine, might overlook her work due to this limitation.

Just then, a mysterious sum of money appeared in her bank account–a staggering eight–digit figure. Staring at the zeros, Isabella was stunned. She had never seen so much money int either of her two lives.

Should she call the police?

As she pondered, her phone rang. The number was unfamiliar. Trembling, she answered it.

“Sis!” came a familiar voice brimming with longing.

Relieved, Isabella exhaled. “Theo! Where have you been?”

“I’ve gone home,” Theodore replied, his voice tinged with sorrow. “Sis, I didn’t want to leave you, but I can’t fight against my family’s decisions right now. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye.”

Her heart ached. “Theo, I don’t blame you. I was just… worried about you.”

She knew about the Sanchez family–the wealthiest and most powerful family in the capital. With their immense fortune came a ruthless struggle for power, where the fallen were often discarded like pawns. She couldn’t help but worry about Theodore’s safety in such a precarious environment.

“Don’t worry about me, Sis. Grandpa treats me well. How about you? Are you doing okay?”

Isabella masked her struggles with a bright tone. “I’m fine, just busy preparing for the upcoming fashion design competition. I haven’t had time to check on you.”

Theodore sounded genuinely happy. “Sis, that’s great! Focus on your competition. Use the money I sent if you need it. Just let me know if you need more.”

Shocked, she asked, “Where did you get so much money?”

“I wanted to support you,” he admitted. “I heard Nathan Hill spent a fortune backing Victoria’s participation. This competition is all about showcasing luxury. Without the resources, Sis, your efforts might just be in vain.”

Isabella realized how critical the funds were, but fear of failure weighed on her. She didn’t want Theodore’s support to go to waste.

“Don’t worry about the outcome,” he assured her. “I just don’t want you to lose confidence or be upset. So, use the money to give it your all.”

“Theo, I can’t spend all this. Whatever is left, I’ll save for you. You’ll need it to find a wife someday.”

Isabella laughed until her sides hurt. “Oh, Theo, I’m sure plenty of girls will chase you. But if you meet someone who truly loves you, it wouldn’t hurt to spoil her a little.”

Despite their six–year age gap, their conversation flowed effortlessly. Before they ended the call, Theodore warned, “Sis, don’t look at the online forums right now.”

With three days remaining until the competition, young designers from around the globe gathered in Milan. The streets were bustling, and accommodations were packed.

But her pouting and sweet pleas wore him down. “Nathan, this competition means everything to me. You know how much I’ve dreamed of winning this.”