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 night air pressed cool against my skin as George guided me to the car. Street Lights flickered, their glow bouncing off the wet pavement. The city hummed around us—cars passing, distant laughter from a bar nearby—but I felt detached from it all. My mind was elsewhere, tangled in the invisible chains Kyle had wrapped around me.

George opened the car door, his expression unreadable. "Are you okay?"

I slid into the passenger seat, my fingers curling against the smooth leather. "Yeah." The lie felt stale on my tongue.

George settled behind the wheel, starting the car, but he didn't pull away. His gaze lingered on me, steady, searching. "You don't have to keep pretending."

I turned my head toward the window. The glass was cold against my forehead. "I'm not."

Silence stretched between us. The city moved outside—blurred lights, shifting shadows—but inside the car, everything was still.

The Next Move