LOGIN“Isabella,” he said, clearing his throat.He had changed, no longer in suits but in jeans and a plain T-shirt that hugged his muscles and was especially tight in the chest area. His hair was down, covering his forehead and almost shielding his eyes. I've only seen him like this when he was home. I didn't know he went out like this. It made him look less intimidating, and… hotter.I cleared my throat. “H-hi.”He was the last person I wanted to see right now. I could still feel how wet I was, and my body was still tingling. His eyes trailed over me, and they grew heated. It’s almost like he knew what I was doing, and that made my cheeks burn.“Are you busy?” he asked, his voice suddenly rough.I shook my head quickly, trying to act casual, but my words came out in a panicked rush. “Busy? No. What will I be busy with?”I could swear he was just about to smile. “Right,” he said slowly, dragging the word out. “Then will you let me in?”“Of course.”I stepped aside, and he entered, immedia
My hotel room was a… was a penthouse. Yeah, you heard that right. A freaking penthouse.“Holy…” I whispered as I spun in circles, looking around the house. Everything looked so expensive, imported. The couch looked like it cost more than my car, and when I sat gently on it, as if it were fragile, I knew it was more expensive than that. “Your clothes have already been arranged into the closet, madam,” the hotel staff member who showed me to my room said with a small smile, her lips painted red. “If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call us.”I nodded. “Thank you.”She bowed her head and then turned to leave, but I stopped her. “Excuse me.” She turned around, her smile still in place. “The person I was with, where is he?”“He’s being shown to his room, madam.”I nodded and let her leave. When I was finally alone, I took my time to tour the house. It was massive. What were they thinking putting just me in a place this huge? I showered after my tour, sitting in the bathtub f
Leonardo took a step closer to me, his smile growing. “I’m going to enjoy hearing him scream. I'm going to enjoy inflicting every single wound he inflicted on her. And I would take it slow. Let him feel it. Let him know my kind are not toys!”As he said that last part, his eyes flashed, and his smile dropped. He looked furious. I shook my head, but then, I stopped. I was torn, torn between letting them have their justice and between the fact that he’s my father. They could send him to jail. They could… they could…“Please, don't kill him,” I pleaded, my head bowed.Leonardo scoffed harshly. “You’re fucking kidding me. Did you see what he did to her?”“I did!” I screamed, my voice shaking, the tears flowing out. “I saw every single thing! I found out that I didn't know the man I've called father all my life. I realized I've been living with a stranger.” My voice dropped to a whisper, breaking. “I saw it all, and it’s breaking me apart. I don't know how I'm supposed to take all of that
ISABELLAAlexander’s back was facing me, but I didn't need to see his face to know what kind of look was there. He was possessive, that much was obvious, but at the same time, he sounded broken, like he had given up and lost all hope. Why was I disappointed when that was what I wanted? I didn't want him anymore. I wanted nothing to do with him, so why should I care if he was broken or not? And yet, that stupid part of me still cares. “And even as you treated her, she still came back over and over. So I hate your guts, Richard, because I fucking envy you.”My fists clenched as I was reminded of what a fool I used to be. I went back to him over and over, even when he treated me like I was invincible and not worth his time. Even when he followed everything in a skirt. The only time he looked at me was when he needed me. Either to get something for him or to lend him money. And I did all that with a smile. How so stupid. I thought it was love, but after Alexander’s confession that day,
ALEXANDERWhen my father called me, he forgot to mention an important detail: that the blue-eyed bastard was here. And so here I was, my chest heaving, my eyes wide and staring at both of them. Their fingers were interlocked. Her head was resting on his arm, and his filthy hand was in her hair. Sure, I said I was ready to let her go, and she could move on, but not in my face and most definitely not with him. I’m not sure I could take that.“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, and I was failing. “Is that what’s important right now?” Isabella asked, finally removing her hand from his. “You get called for something important, and you’re bothered about why he’s here?”“Yes,” I answered without even bothering to hide my disapproval or annoyance. “Yes, him being in my house is what’s bothering me right now.”She stared at me, her eyes hard, before she said, “Well, if you must know, he helped me bring the lady here.”“And his help is much appreciated.
I paused in shock, just staring at the car as it rolled in and stopped. My palms were sweating, my grip on the steering wheel strong. I watched, sweat dripping down my neck, as my father opened the car door and stepped out. He was going to catch us. He would catch us and then stop us from leaving. Who knows what he’s going to do to us? I didn't even know what he was capable of, but seeing that woman like that, tortured and begging us to kill her, I knew he was capable of a whole lot.“Isabella.” Richard shook me with a firm touch on my shoulder. I couldn't look away from my father as he approached the car. “He can see us, but he can't see her. If you don't drive and he gets here, he’ll definitely see her, and then there’s no leaving. So drive.”I released a breath I've been holding and did as Richard said, I drove, and I almost ran my father over. His eyes widened as he jumped back to avoid being hit, and I heard him shouting my name as I drove out of the compound. I drove like a ma







