So this idea came to me today. JJ and Isabella are an adorable couple. But I wondered what would happen if one of the skaters' fans didn't like their idol being with someone else and this story was born.
As a warning there is going to be blood and gun violence in this story.
I researched both JJ and Isabella's characters before writing this, so I hope I wrote them both correctly.
Two more weeks until the wedding date. It worked out perfectly that Isabella always dreamed of having a summer wedding. The ceremony in July followed by a month long honeymoon in Hawaii would allow her new husband enough time to train before the next competition. Only this time he'd return to the rink with his biggest supporter sharing his last name with a gold band around her fourth finger to prove it.
Originally they had intended to marry after JJ won the world championship, however due to his loss and Isabella's strong support despite the fact, JJ changed his mind, wishing to marry sooner than later-a decision Isabella was most happy to hear.
The invitations had all been sent out, most of the RSVPs returned. So far they looked forward to a little over a hundred. Thousands of fans voiced their disappointment via social media that they wouldn't be invited. JJ responded with a tweet and Facebook post that the ceremony would be broadcast live on his Youtube channel for all to watch from the comfort of their homes. For the most part it seemed to calm the tears, although Isabella joked that many fangirl's hearts would break that any dream of being with their idol would shatter the moment they say "I do."
JJ chuckled at his fiancee's jest. Instead he bent her backwards with one hand under her back and the other clasped tightly to hers. He leaned forward so that the tips of their noses barely touched. Despite the increased speed of her heart, Isabella smiled as she trusted the man who held her.
"I've got my biggest fan right here," he said then kissed the brunette on the cheek.
Isabella smiled showing all of her perfect white teeth. JJ gently pulled her back up then kissed her on the other cheek so as to give it equal attention.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I thank God for you everyday," JJ said and gave her a chaste peck on the lips.
Isabella slightly blushed. A passionate kiss was as far as they had gone as her fiance requested they save anything more intimate for when they married, a wish she was willing to comply with. The waiting only made it more worthwhile in the end.
Besides what she fell for was the heart within. Once people got to know JJ on a more personal level beneath the layer of confidence, they'd too come to love him. She felt privileged to be one of the few who JJ trusted enough to see that side of him.
The romance was cut short as they still had a list of things that needed to be done and only days left to complete them. Most of the errands they ran together, but today Isabella insisted she go alone to pick up her wedding dress from the dressmaker.
"The groom can't see the bride's dress before the wedding. It's bad luck," Isabella said and poked her husband-to-be in the ribs. JJ stifled a giggle, as only his family members and his fiancee knew he was ticklish in that very spot. He was okay with her knowing as in two weeks she'd officially join his family.
"And you need to make sure all your groomsmen have their tuxes," the bride continued.
"I'll see you for dinner," JJ said and kissed her on the cheek before they said their farewells.
Isabella leaned into him for one final embrace, breathing in his scent of cinnamon spice. She then waved then walked off to join JJ's mom who volunteered to accompany her to the dressmaker's shop.
JJ watched the car carry away the two most important women in his life. He turned at the feel of a firm hand clamp on his shoulder to greet the eyes of his father.
"You found a good one," Alain said, gently shaking his son's shoulder. "You make me proud, Jean. On and off the ice."
JJ gave his father a sincere smile and thanked him with a nod. He then reached into his pocket for the set of keys to his own car. There were still plenty of things he needed to do before his rendezvous with Isabella at seven.
Isabella spun on the raised floor in front of the three-way mirror. She stopped at stared at her reflection in the center one. The ivory dress with a sweetheart neckline fit her in the waist before flaring out in an A-line style, the hem just above her feet so that the toes of her matching pumps poked out. She examined the dress she'd wear the day she traded the name Yang for Leroy.
She smiled as she imagined her fiance's reaction to seeing her walk down the aisle, her face covered by the veil. She wondered if he would stare with a huge smile, if he'd shed a tear, or if he'd run down to meet her halfway and carry her to the altar.
She folded her hands in front of her and took in her reflection one last time. Whatever happened, she knew at the very least she'd be happy, they both would.
"You're so beautiful," Nathalie spoke, clasping her hands, tears already prickling at her eyes. The day of the wedding she already prepared to bring a pack of tissues in her purse.
The attendant approached the two. "Are you pleased, Miss Yang?" she asked.
Isabella nodded. She smoothed her hands over the satin. "It's perfect," she said in a voice just above a whisper.
With a smile the attendant helped the customer back into the dressing room where she unzipped the dress and helped Isabella step out of the gown custom made for her. Isabella quickly changed back into her regular clothes while the attendant secured the dress in a bag where it would stay until the big day.
The women thanked the attendant and designer as they walked out the store. Isabella grinned all the way to the car with the precious dress in her hands. Nathalie popped the trunk and Isabella carefully laid the gown atop a fleece blanket in the trunk.
She closed the trunk unaware that someone watched from behind the back of a beige SUV. The woman in her early twenties wore sunglasses and had tied her dirty blonde hair into a sloppy bun. She gritted her teeth at the sight of the happy bride-to-be. The very person she had seen on so many of JJ Leroy's Instagram posts. The woman who was appointed president of JJ's fan club.
She brought her fingers to her mouth and bit down on the skin, adding more bite marks to the fading ones. It was after he proposed to that woman that JJ's performance faltered.
"She's poisoning him," the woman whispered to herself.
Her mouth curved into a grin as she reached into her designer bag to feel for the metal item she had snuck out with that morning. How silly of Isabella to tell the world via social media where she'd visit that day. All she had to do was wait for the succubus who led JJ astray to show up.
"The fans will thank me," she whispered to herself. "JJ will thank me."
Isabella turned away from the trunk. Nathalie stepped into the driver's side, she yelled something to Isabella that the other woman couldn't hear. Just as Isabella reached for the passenger door the assailant stepped forward.
The brunette glanced up to see the glock pointed at her. Before Isabella could yell for help the fun fired shooting a bullet through her abdomen. Blood splattered the side of the car. Nathalie stared in shock as her future daughter-in-law fell backwards on the concrete.
"You don't deserve JJ," the shooter whispered before hurrying back to her vehicle.
The designer and attendant bolted out the shop. The assistant screamed at the sight of their patron lying in her own blood. Nathalie finally managed to step out of the car. She shakily made her way over to the younger woman, crying, and clutching at the wound. The shooter sped away in her SUV, no one able to catch the liscence plate number or her appearance.
The designer knelt down beside Isabella. He yelled for the attendant to call an ambulance. He then stared down at the woman whose eyes were blinded by tears.
"Hold on, Miss Yang," he begged.
From behind he heard his employee's desperate voice crying to the dispacher over the phone. The attendant watched with streaming tears as the woman lay bleeding out in the parking lot. Two more people from the shop next door rushed over, one with a first aid kit.
Nathalie watched, gripping at her hair. She pleaded with herself to wake up from this horrible nightmare. This couldn't happen, not to Isabella, and not to JJ.
She remembered her son. JJ-someone had to tell JJ.
So that ends chapter one. I hope you all are liking this story so far. JJ will find out what happened to Isabella in the next chapter, so there will be some emotional moments with him.
Thanks for reading.
