DISCLAIMER: Sexual Abuse⚠. Readers discretion is advised.FORTY-ONE“I want to go home, Domenico. Find someone else and let me be, please,” she urged further.Before she could take another breath, his hand was wrapped around her neck. For a revolting, older man, his grip was surprisingly powerful. He pressed his hand hard enough to disrupt her airway but not hard enough to leave a mark.“Watch what you say, Isabelle. I bought you fair and square,” he warned, his breath against her cheek. “Is Alessandro the one giving you the boldness to say this to me?” he added, accessing her thoroughly. “Has he been touching what's mine?”And Isabelle’s body shivered in immense fear. She had heard things about Domenico and always prayed never to meet such a man. But now, she was in his clutches with no escape.He didn't kiss her. Although it looked like he would. One of the things she had heard was that he didn't kiss his women. In fact, he hated it. He preferred to hurt his women in sick, twisted w
FORTYThree days.It's been three days being in this dimly lit room. Right now, she felt suffocated. She must have passed out a lot because why was it difficult to remember how many times it was.Why did she feel like she had been drugged?Her head throbbed as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She did feel like she was having a hangover too. It was just so many feelings at once. The rumbling of her stomach reminded her of her fate. Was Alessandro coming to get her at all?She was beginning to doubt the possibility and that only scared the hell out of her. She couldn't stay here even for a minute. There was every possibility that she could die a minute after.Bile burned her throat.Isabelle looked down, surveying her situation, which was when she realized that she was still in the same dress but it was extremely dirty. She felt all icky and itchy. She wasn't sure but she was going to plead for at least a bath. Her knees were scraped. Her wrists and ankles were bound together with
THIRTY-NINEFor some sick twisted reason, Domenico Lombardi, still thinks Isabelle,belongs to him and that she was taken away from him forcefully. And this realization only sounded even more ridiculous to Alessandro. If only Domenico knew she was never his in the first place. There was no way to track the bastard because apparently he had not been in his abode for weeks now.Taking his phone off his ear, the realization that he had just been threatened, an act that tried to potray him as weak, annoyed him. He had no idea where Isabelle could be neither did he know where they had taken her. And honestly, he didn't like feeling helpless. The thought of being at the mercy of another man sickened him. Yet, the urge to kill the man who had fucking dared to touch her—take her, burnt through him eagerly like a bomb waiting to explode.Alessandro hadn't spoken to any of them in the car yet. Another thought roaming through his head.How had she left the room in the first place?How was she abl
THIRTY-EIGHTWith the air filled with tension, lurking danger, suspense and everything related, Isabelle could feel her heart pound furiously against her chest as she was ushered out of that room.Mabel softly closed the door behind her, her eyes darting across the hallway with immense curiosity. And just like she had said, most of Alessandro’s trusted men were nowhere to be seen.“Are you sure about this?” Isabelle whispered. “I'm really nervous. What if he catches us?…”“No one will. The plan is solid. We've got this.”She took a deep breath. She had nothing else to say. She had to get out of this place—away from him. “Okay.”Mabel smiled as she led them both, walking down the hallway until they came to a small store room.Isabelle knew at this point that even a year could not get her accustomed to how this place had been built. Once they got inside, Mabel moved a metal shelving unit out of the way and pushed a brick in the wall, and surprisingly, it opened to reveal a hidden passag
THIRTY-SEVENIt took Isabelle, minutes of silence to run through the many scenarios in her head. She thought of every exit in the house,including the ones she didn't know about and they were permanently manned by armed guards both inside and out. The grounds were patrolled twenty-four hours a day and the walls were way to high to scale. And the main gate was like a fortress.Except that one wall…But Alessandro had raised it too. There was only one way out and even though it seemed dangerous and impossible, did she really have a choice? She had to trust this woman if she wanted to get out of her. She couldn't trust Alessandro anymore.She wasn't sure she could sleep without getting terrified. Isabelle wanted to ask alot of questions but there was no one to give her answers.Mabel was the only way out—her saviour. She was going to trust her and that was her decision.“Can you really get me out of here? How would you do that anyway?” Isabelle questioned. It was hard to trust someone she
THIRTY-SIX“Wait!…Please. I’m interested. But like who did? Who are you talking about?” Isabelle heard herself ask.“Ava…her name is Ava,” she responded. If maybe she could tell Isabelle the truth that no one had told her then just maybe she could trust her.A lot roamed through her mind at the possible suggestions at who this Ava could be. “Who is she? Why are you being hesistant? I thought you needed my trust.” “I do need your trust,” Mabel muttered, looking back to ensure no one had joined them. “But we've been warned never to speak of it again. Nevertheless, I'll tell you if you promise not to tell the Don who revealed it to you. He'll surely kill me if he finds out.”Now,Isabelle was getting scared at this revelation. She hadn't even told her yet but her heart raced continually. It was hard to get it to slow down when this woman was being so hesistant to say everything at once. But now she mentioned Alessandro’s threat, she now understand what the reluctance was about. And this