All Chapters of ISABELLA (The Night that ruined me): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ISABELLA P.O.V I staggered, my feet already sore, the little bag in my hand swinging limply. I had walked a long distance, and it was already late. I picked up my pace as the cold breeze slapped against my skin. The wind howled, and the trees danced like they were swaying to a silent song, their branches flapping wildly in the rhythm of the pouring rain. It drenched me completely, adding to my frustration. My hair clung to my face like glue. I adjusted my glasses, trying to see clearly. My clothes stuck to my body, my entire frame trembling from the cold. Almost there. I encouraged myself as the house gate finally came into view. I’m Isabella Santos. Just a simple girl from the countryside who somehow caught the attention of the almighty Xavier Gustavo…the heir to Gustavo Group Limited, the wealthiest and most powerful family in California. Or should I say... unlucky? Sigh. Xavier met me at the coffee shop where I worked and confessed his love. It felt like a dream come true. I ha

I'm shaking now. My heart pounding so hard I can barely breathe. The pain of him not trusting me… it hurts more than anything his family has ever done. I can’t stop it. The tears begin to fall as I clutch myself tightly, standing there, staring at the man I gave everything to…watching him look at me with pure disdain. Without thinking, I untie my robe and let it drop to the floor. I stand there, naked, exposed…vulnerable in every possible way. Xavier’s eyes widen in shock. I don’t care if Macy is still there or not. I step closer and straddle him, placing his hands on my waist. I meet his eyes directly, tears flowing in thick streams. "I don’t mind losing myself to prove a point to you,” I whisper through trembling lips. “But the thought of you not trusting me... that hurts the most.” He stares at me, confused, trying to make sense of where I’m going. "You can check… if I’m still a virgin. I kept myself for you. You were the one who always said we should wait until our wedding n

ISABELLA P.O.V I didn't expect my world to crumble in one single night. One moment I was dreaming of my wedding night and being Xavier's bride, the next I’m holding a medical report… that will completely ruin me. “Congratulations Miss Isabella, you're two weeks pregnant,” the doctor said, smiling and stretching his hand forward for a handshake as he glanced from me to Xavier… If only he knew what was going on. My heartbeat slammed against my ribcage. I glanced up at Xavier as the report paper shook in my grip, tears slipping off. The doctor seemed to notice the tension and slowly withdrew his hand. I looked up at Xavier, my mouth quivering, biting the inside of my lower lip to suppress the sob forming in my throat. But I finally let the scream out the moment I saw the look of uncertainty on Xavier’s face… Two weeks ago, I was just a girl who wanted her fairytale with her prince charming. Now, I'm pregnant for an unknown. A victim of rape. My body shook violently as more tears

“Yes, my lord,” her voice trembling, making me smirk dangerously. She is Diva..uncannily resembling Isa in her petite frame, face, and skin. That’s why I chose her to be my personal whore. She strips off her clothes, drops to her knees, and crawls toward me. My eyes darken, a twisted smile lingering on my lips. I cup her face in my palms, staring down at her as I bite and suck her lips. “I love you, Isa,” I whisper gently in her ear, caressing her face. I tie her hands and pick up my horse whip. “To the table, Isa,” I order. She obeys, bending over the table with her ass raised. I shove my not-so-little daddy into her asshole without warning. An extremely painful scream escapes her, and I smile in enthusiasm. “My lord!” Diva cries, daring not to move because she knows the consequences. I thrust in and out of her brutally. At intervals, I lash the whip across her back. “Isa… fuck,” I moan, her pussy tightening around my cock. The warmth of her cunt sends me over the edge. ***

I walked toward the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. I’m a completely different woman now. I dropped the towel from my body, standing stark naked, admiring myself. My skin was spotless, no sign of blemishes or scars…the marks Ma Hilda left all gone. My hair was fluffy and soft. I rubbed my hands gently over my baby bump, smiling at how glowing I looked. The past month had been all about etiquette classes. My mind drifted back to the day Mr. Drake introduced Jessica Lucine as my tutor. I was over the moon, grinning like a child. Jessica Lucine, the most awarded model and actress in the industry. Sighing, I thought about Drake. We rarely saw each other. He was so cold and distant, always going from work straight to his bedroom. He only spoke to me when it was about my classes or the baby. “But who cares,” I muttered, flipping my hair. I decided to put on some bum shorts and a hoodie. Today was my day off from classes. I grabbed my iPad from the bed, deciding to watch a movi