The_VoiceOfEcho

“Tell me one good reason I shouldn’t rip you apart,” he asked, shaking his head in disgust. “A low life like you cheating on me is something I will not tolerate in the Walters family,” he sneered.  

Tears streamed down my face, my eyes pleading with him, but my voice failed me. All I could do was stare, my lips quivering.  

“Wait until I tell them what you really are!” he shouted, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling, threatening to rip it from my scalp.  
 
Losing her mother to the cold hands of death, Isabella was adopted by her father. She was treated like garbage and mocked by her step mother and step brothers. 

Just to escape the hell called home, she sneaks to a party and drowns herself in alcohol, there she had a one night stand with a mysterious male, but that single night would cost her dearly.

Obsessed With My Toxic Lover

I tapped my nails against the side of my glass, watching as Isabella's face twisted with barely concealed frustration. It was delicious—the way her eyes darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line as she struggled to keep her composure.

She thought she could have it all—George's affection, Ryan's guilt, even the slightest chance at happiness. Pathetic. Not on my watch.

I swirled my drink, letting the silence stretch between us before I finally spoke, my voice dripping with feigned concern.

"You look exhausted, Isabella," I said smoothly. "Pregnancy taking a toll? Or is it just hard keeping up with all these men who think you're something special?"

Her fingers clenched against the fabric of her dress. Good. Let her feel it.

A night of unspoken wars