The Womam in Room 808 pt 2

Julian stood lazily by the doorway with the room card still dangling between his fingers.

The suite lights were dim.

Soft music played quietly in the background while the scent of roses and expensive perfume lingered heavily in the air.

“Tsk… Durges really went all out…” he muttered under his breath.

The woman on the bed remained motionless.

Rose petals were scattered across the sheets and over her body, partially covering the thin silk nightgown clinging tightly to her skin.

From where he stood, all he could see clearly were her legs.

Long. Pale. Barely concealed beneath the translucent fabric.

Julian clicked his tongue.

“No wonder that old bastard looked so nervous…”

He stepped further into the room casually, intending to take one look before leaving.

After all, no matter how beautiful she was, he had no interest in touching a woman another man had prepared.

Too troublesome.

However, just as he approached the bed, the woman shifted slightly.

A weak sound escaped her lips.

“Mmh…”

Julian paused.

Something about that voice felt oddly familiar.

He frowned slightly and leaned closer.

A few strands of dark hair had fallen across her face, hiding most of her features.

Still unconscious, Isabella frowned uncomfortably as though struggling against the effects of the drugs in her system.

Julian’s playful expression slowly disappeared.

“…Wait.”

His brows furrowed harder.

No way.

He immediately reached out and brushed the hair away from her face.

The moment he saw her clearly, his pupils contracted violently.

“Holy shit—”

He nearly stumbled backward.

“ISABELLA?!”

At the same time—

Outside the suite hallway.

Alex had just reached the parking lot when his phone vibrated.

His expression was already cold and impatient.

The moment he answered the call, Julian’s horrified voice exploded from the other end.

“Alex, get your ass over here RIGHT NOW!”

Alexander’s footsteps halted instantly.

Julian almost never lost composure.

“What happened?”

“This fucking psycho Durges—”

Julian looked toward the unconscious girl lying on the bed and cursed loudly.

“He sent Isabella!”

Silence.

For one terrifying second, the atmosphere around Alexander turned frighteningly still.

Even the assistant following behind him felt the pressure in the air drop instantly.

Alexander’s voice became dangerously calm.

“What room?”

“808.”

The call ended immediately.

Julian swallowed hard as he stared at Isabella.

Even unconscious, her brows were tightly furrowed as though she was deeply uncomfortable.

The blindfold had already slipped halfway off accidentally, revealing her pale face.

There was even a faint red handprint lingering on her swollen cheek.

Julian’s expression darkened completely.

“…That bastard actually dared…”

Before he could even finish speaking—

BANG!

The suite door was suddenly kicked open with terrifying force.

Julian turned around instantly.

Alexander walked in.

No—

Stormed in.

The atmosphere around him was horrifyingly dark.

His sharp gaze swept across the room in a single glance before landing directly on the woman lying on the bed.

Rose petals. Thin nightgown. Drugged unconscious.

And the bruises around her wrists.

The temperature in the room seemed to plummet instantly.

Julian had known Alex for years.

But at this moment—

For the first time in a very long while—

He genuinely felt that someone was going to die tonight.

Alexander strode toward the bed.

The moment he saw the slap mark on Isabella’s face clearly, his jaw tightened sharply.

Julian, who was fully aware of the situation but still refused to shut up, muttered darkly,

“If I hadn’t discovered her because of my curiosity, who knows what would’ve happened to her tonight?”

Alex shot him a glare that looked fully capable of murder.

Using the last shred of sanity he had left, he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Get out.”

“Yes sir.”

Julian escaped immediately.

The moment the door closed behind him, silence filled the suite once more.

Alexander stood there for a few seconds.

Then, when he was still several steps away from the bed—

His mind blanked completely.

Against the pure white sheets scattered with crimson petals, the girl looked heartbreakingly fragile.

Her pale skin was half-hidden beneath the thin silk fabric clinging damply to her body from sweat.

Her eyelashes trembled lightly beneath the lace blindfold.

Even her delicate toes curled instinctively from fear and tension.

The sight felt almost cruel.

Alexander suddenly felt his throat go dry.

His collar felt unbearably tight.

He roughly loosened his tie.

The slight sound startled the girl on the bed immediately.

Her body trembled violently.

Even in her drugged state, she instinctively tried to move away.

But she had no strength left.

After exhausting all her energy, she had barely shifted a few centimeters.

Breathing shakily, she curled into herself weakly while sweat dampened the strands of hair around her temples.

Alexander finally snapped back to reality.

He knew exactly how terrified she must be right now.

Every second spent trapped in darkness was torment for her.

He immediately stepped forward and carefully untied the lace covering her eyes.

The girl’s eyelashes trembled violently before her eyes slowly opened.

Then fully opened.

The moment his figure reflected inside those hopeless yet clear eyes—

She froze.

For a second, she looked dazed. Disbelieving.

Then mist quickly gathered in her eyes.

Large tears spilled down her cheeks one after another, endless and uncontrollable.

“Bella…”

For the first time in years, Alexander Sterling panicked completely.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked hurriedly.

“I’m sorry… I came late…”

“Please don’t cry anymore…”

“I didn’t know…”

His usually calm voice sounded low and helpless.

Completely lost.

He had no idea how to stop her tears.

And every tear felt like a knife stabbing directly into his chest.

Isabella’s eyes turned completely red as tears continued streaming endlessly down her face.

With trembling effort, she tried to lift her arms.

But they fell weakly halfway.

“You want to sit up?”

Alexander immediately leaned over to help her.

However, the moment he got close—

Her arms suddenly wrapped tightly around his neck.

Her face buried into his shoulder as her body shook violently from suppressed sobs.

Her tears quickly soaked through his clothes and slid down along his neck.

Alexander’s entire body stiffened.

Carefully, gently—

As though she were something fragile enough to shatter—

He wrapped his arms around her and softly patted her back.

“It’s okay…”

“You’re safe now…”

“Everything’s fine…”

“I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry…”

Because of the overwhelming fear and panic she had endured earlier, Isabella cried for nearly twenty minutes before finally calming down into soft hiccups.

Alexander patiently helped her steady her breathing.

Afraid of startling her again, he barely even dared to move.

After a long while, she finally spoke weakly against his shoulder.

Her voice was hoarse, soft, and helpless in a way he had never heard before.

“Thank… God it was you…”

Those few words struck Alexander harder than anything else that night.

And echoed directly into his heart.

Perhaps even Isabella herself hadn’t realized it yet—

But somewhere along the way—

She had already begun trusting him completely.