Chapter 26

All heads turned toward Isabella as she commanded attention at The Velvet Lounge. With effortless grace, she spun across the floor, stopping directly before Nathaniel.

Nathaniel remained motionless, his tall frame towering over her. Isabella pressed her lithe body against his, moving in perfect sync to the pulsing rhythm.

The electric connection between the striking man and captivating woman sent waves of excitement through the crowd.

Just then, Harrison and Gabrielle made their entrance. Harrison's gaze immediately locked onto Nathaniel and Isabella.

Bathed in swirling colored lights, the pair stood center stage - Isabella molded against Nathaniel, his intense focus solely on her. They were undeniably the main attraction.

Gabrielle scoffed loudly. "How shameless! Flirting like that with a married man."

Harrison merely smiled. "Nathaniel and Isabella have always been the golden pair. Let them be."

As they settled into their booth, Gabrielle couldn't resist needling. "Harrison, didn't you used to dance too?"

Memories flooded back. Harrison had indeed trained alongside Isabella. Where Isabella struggled through lessons, Harrison mastered routines instantly. Their instructor had adored her natural talent.

One evening, Isabella returned home in tears. That night, Victoria took a needle to Harrison's leg, hissing, "Still want to dance? Must you always outshine your sister?"

Young Harrison had curled into a corner, blood trickling down her leg, sobbing apologies. "It hurts...I won't dance anymore...I promise..."

She never did. Hearing of Isabella's ballet success always stirred complicated emotions.

Gabrielle suddenly yanked Harrison up. "Come on! Let's show them how it's done."

She dragged Harrison onto the dance floor.

At first hesitant, Harrison soon relaxed under Gabrielle's enthusiastic gyrations. "Stop punishing yourself for others' cruelty," Gabrielle shouted over the music. "Look at her! Throwing herself at your husband. If Nathaniel likes that style, let's give him a real show!"

The heavy bass pulsed through Harrison's veins. Muscle memory took over as her limbs began moving with instinctive precision.

Dancing came as naturally as breathing. Soon, Harrison and Gabrielle were executing an electrifying routine that turned heads across the club.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel watched Isabella with admiration as they danced. When she melted into his arms, his hand settled on her waist. "Tired?" he murmured.

Isabella smiled coyly. "Just want you to hold me."

Nathaniel's lips quirked, dark eyes gleaming with appreciation. He did admire Isabella - her talent, her drive.

Suddenly, the energy in the room shifted. Even the VIP section's elite turned their attention elsewhere.

"Check that out!" someone yelled.

"Who's the goddess on the dance floor? Damn!"

Nathaniel and Isabella both turned to see Harrison.

Nathaniel's expression transformed instantly.

Across the room, Alexander shot to his feet, stunned. "It's her!"