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Chapter 8

"Who the fuck are you, Mr. Oliver Taylor?”

"Bella, you know perfectly well who I am." Oliver said, stepping closer to Isabella.

She took a step back. “Stay there!” She screamed, asking him to stay away from her. “I don’t know who you’re. All I know is you’re a murderer. Just look at the people you murdered right in front of me.”

Though Isabella didn’t wish to show it on her face but she was beyond scared.

"They were bad people, babygirl. They would have hurt you and you saw that too.” Oliver hissed, getting annoyed by everything. He was about to add something further but a phone call forced him to cut down in between. He picked up the call.

“Yeah! I can fucking see that. Now come and clean this mess. I don’t have much time left.” He shouted at someone and kept the phone back inside his pocket.

All the while Isabella was staring at his face. “You lied to my mother. This is far beyond just fucking her daughter!” These words came out no less than a whisper from her.

He looked up to
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