My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 639

Right now, the only person who could help her was Benjamin Gomez.

Benjamin was a force to be reckoned with—he had made a name for himself abroad, thriving on his own before returning home in a blaze of glory.

These days, the Gomez family was already considering Benjamin as their next successor.

A flicker of conflict crossed Isabella Austin’s eyes.

She had never replied to any of his messages, but she knew deep down: if she reached out, Benjamin would never turn her away.

And Benjamin’s connections overseas ran deep. The organizers of the competition were foreigners—maybe, just maybe, he could sway them.

But Benjamin was obsessive. His possessiveness bordered on madness, especially when they were abroad; back then, his relentless need for control had left her completely defenseless.

When she tried to break things off, Benjamin had gone so far as to threaten suicide.

Their history was something she could never speak of openly. Most damning of all was that one incident…

If the Lane family ever found out, it would turn her life upside down.

She already had the Lane family now. She had Andrew Lane, Dennis, and a perfectly good life.

Benjamin was unhinged. He didn’t fear Andrew Lane—if anything, he was jealous of him.

If she really asked Benjamin for help, there was no way he’d let her go. The peaceful, ideal life she’d built would be shattered, her past dragged into the light.

But right now, she had no choice. There was no one else.

After what felt like forever, Emily Blair finally dialed Benjamin’s number.

He answered on the very first ring.

A low, shaky breath came through the line, Benjamin’s voice thick with incredulous joy. “Isabella? You’re calling me? You actually called?”

That was why Isabella could confess everything to him, without shame.

Her voice softened. “Benjamin, I know you’ve got connections abroad. Just talk to the sponsors, ask them to let this go. It’s not a big deal. You’ve always helped me before—remember?”

Benjamin gave a soft, almost satisfied laugh. “Why aren’t you asking Andrew Lane for help? Isn’t he your husband now?”

Isabella gritted her teeth. “You know why, Benjamin. Don’t play dumb.”

He chuckled. “So you still trust me more than him, right?”

“Yes. I trust you most,” Isabella replied instantly. “So, will you help me?”

But Benjamin said, “I might. But what’s in it for me?”

“You… What’s gotten into you?” Isabella’s heart skipped a beat. “You never used to ask for anything in return.”