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

The restaurant smelled of roasted garlic and red wine, but the scent barely reached me. My stomach was tight, my fingers cold as I rested them against the linen napkin on my lap.

Her presence slithered through the room like a whisper of smoke, curling around my throat, making it hard to breathe. She wasn't here for dinner. She was here for me.

I picked up my glass, the cool water pressing against my lips as I took a slow sip. My hand was steady, but inside, my nerves buzzed.

George reached for my hand across the table, his warmth grounding me. "You're quiet tonight."

I forced a small smile. "Just tired."

He studied me for a moment, his thumb brushing circles over my knuckles. "If something's wrong, you can tell me."

The Game Begins