Letting You Go

Her phone rang and tried to pick it but one of the men snatched it and flung it.

"Hey!" She yelled. Before she could protest further, a loud slap flew across her face throwing her to the ground.

"Ahhh!! What the fuck?!" She exclaimed. Fear gripped her as the men surrounded her.

"Isla Mirabelle Sinclair. You're the one trying to snatch someone else's man just because you don't have one of your own."

"Too bad. Introducing a famous model's man as yours, and telling the world you'd get married? Isn't that crazy? The worst of it all - actually getting pregnant with his baby? You're sick."

"How is that your freaking business? My bad, I know that demoness sent you here! I know she asked you to do this to me!"

"No, not her. Someone very close to her."

"Close to her? I don't care - just let me go out now."

"Not so fast, Isla." They touched her shoulder.

"You'll have to give us a taste."

"Taste?"

"Yeah." One of the men knelt before her and crashed his lips on hers in a rough kiss that made Isla shudder and cry out of pain. She pushed him slightly and hated his horrible stench and bad breath.

The others came nearer, touching her all over as she was pleading and crying, asking them to stop.

"Please, I'm begging you don't harm me."

"We won't harm you." One of them lifted her on the bed and she started kicking and screaming.

"Someone help me!!!! Aaaahhh!! Please let me go, I'm begging you..."

"Shhhh..." One of them placed his finger on her lips gently. They swarmed to her like fishes who wanted a fish dinner and let out their tongues.

One of the men dipped his fingers into her outfit and tore it. Isla screamed loudly before she could make movements with her hand, they held it.

"What the hell?" Her dress was ripped and all they were seeing was the thin tape that lifted her boobs.

She covered her womanity with her hands and the men laughed at her as they roughly pulled her hand off. The tape ripped and she gasped as they licked their lips.

They tore the dress completely and she screamed, as their boss forcefully pulled her panty and wanted to make his way into her.

"Ahhhhh!!! Ahhh!!!" One thrust shook Isla off balance. She fell to the ground, yelling in pain.

"Don't touch me again!" She raised a finger. The men lifted her and she struggled but multiple slaps were landing on her face as blood gushed out of her mouth. She was crying and screaming for help as the boss tried to drive into her again.

"What are you doing?" The door burst open and the men looked at the person who entered.

Rhea Sinclair.

"Boss, what brings you here? We told you we had it all covered."

"Are you sick? Did I ask you to have sex with my daughter?"

Isla cried profusely, seeing her mother in the hoodie.

"But...."

"I asked to just threaten and beat her up. Why did you remove her fucking clothes?"

"Hey, Rhea. I don't know why you're yelling right now but I really don't care. Pay us and let's get out of here." One of the men spoke.

"Pay? You didn't do the job well. You're not getting a dime from me."

"What do you mean we're not getting a dime?" The men's boss growled.

"You didn't do the job well. Simple. Just leave. Get out of here or I call the police and file a case!"

"After all, they'd never believe I'd do this to my own daughter.

"Let's go boss."

"Rhea Sinclair, we'll be back for you. The next time you set your eyes on us, you'll die." The men left one after the other until they were out of sight.

Rhea closed the door behind them.

"Losers." She walked to Isla and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay? You should not be pained. You're not a virgin, after all."

Isla punched Rhea suddenly and she fell to the ground.

"Ouch!" She pinned her mother to the ground.

"How dare you Rhea Sinclair? How could you be so cruel to your daughter? H...h..ow.." her voice cracked as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"How could you allow those stinky men to touch me, k..kiss me.. if you didn't come in, they'd... they'd..."

"I didn't ask them to do that!"

"Why did you ask them to beat me up in the first place? Did you do it for Talia? What do you wanna get from Talia Evans, that's making you do this to me, huh?" Isla cried.

"And you... Why do you hate me this much?"

"Isla. Talia wants you off her man - arm's length with Cade. She is the mother of Cade's child."

"But she left Cade when he needed her the most. She dared to come back after six years, when she thought she had the right shape and needed her baby. Cade is mine now, and she should back off! You are not in the best position to support her because I'm your daughter! You should be on my side! Rather than that, you're hating on me because I'm more popular than you are. Seriously???"

"Yeah, seriously." Isla stood up and walked towards the fruit basket to pick an apple.

"What can I ever do to make you love me? You made me a model, then suddenly you're hating on me because I rose higher."

"Do you really remember that I made you what you are? Oh, I thought you'd forgotten. All I want for me to be happy is your death. Please die so I can live a happy and prosperous life. I birth you because I wanted you and now that I don't want you anymore,I'm saying it to your face." Rhea was drawing close with a dark gaze. Isla pulled a knife and hid it behind her. As she raised a hand, Isla drew the knife straight into Rhea's side.

"Ahhh!!" Blood rushed out as she held on to her side with both hands. Her eyes widened and she fell to the ground, wincing in pain.

Isla dropped the knife stained blood and she gasped.

Her phone rang again and she picked it up.

The screen was already badly damaged.

"Hello???"

She ran out of the room without thinking twice.

She was crying in the car on her way home. Her workers saw her, but they couldnt ask why. She clutched her phone tightly. Entering the house, she headed to her bathroom, turned on the shower and let the water on her with her torn clothes on. She had covered it with a cape on her way home.

Her body was aching and the fire between her legs were indeed burning.

She cried, recalling what she had done.

"I wonder if she even survived." She stared at her hands, still crying filled with the tension in that room.

"Isla! Isla!!"

The bathroom burst open and Isla cried out when she saw him.

"What took you so long to come and save me?" Cade took the phone from her hands, already spoiled beyond repair.

He hugged her tightly, caressing her bare body.

"I want you to stop crying and tell me what's wrong. What happened to you?"

"I almost got r@ped by seven deadly looking men. Cade's eyes widened, and they flashed in anger.

"What the fuck? Who the hell sent those men? Was it Talia?"

"It was Rhea Sinclair. She asked the men to beat me up. They slapped me, hurt me all over and kissed me with their filthy mouths!" Isla cried.

Cade closed his eyes, still holding Isla possessively to himself.

"They will pay for touching my girlfriend. I'll have them arrested. All of them!"

"No. I'm the one who should be arrested, Cade. I...I think I've killed Rhea Sinclair..." Cade gasped.

"What?"

"I...um...I...I stabbed her."

"Why did you?"

"I only defended myself Cade. She was going to kill me."

"How could you be so silly Isla? A mother can't kill her own child."

"Is that what you're going to say?" Isla pulled away and tied the scarf around in embarrassment, realizing her bare boobs had been resting on Cade's chest.

They were both wet now.

"Isla, I want you to understand that no matter what you do, I'll always support and stand by you. Do you really think I'd let you go to jail?" Isla shook her head. He pulled her closer.

"If Rhea dies, then I killed her."

"What?! You're not doing that." Isla exclaimed.

"You have a whole career and a bright life. It can't just end because of one mistake."

"I'm going to jail soon, my love. I think we have to start rehearsing how to say goodbye."

"Isla!" She turned off the shower and left the bathroom.

He could hear her sneeze.

"Isla, I..."

He stopped in his tracks when he saw Isla's bare body badly hurt with grip marks. She was standing in front of the mirror, looking shattered. She quickly slid into a pyjama when she noticed Cade was looking.

"Why are you suddenly uncomfortable around me? What has come over you , Isla Sinclair?"

"You're Dora's dad. Talia should be the one you're planning to get married to, not me. These past weeks, Talia has hurt me deeply emotionally, mentally and psychologically. All I can think about right now is if I've made a mistake or committed a crime by falling in love with you. And my mom, she's so willing to make life hell for me, just because of a deal she's got with Talia."

"She's always sending text messages to me telling me to let go of you, with many unknown numbers. I'm always smiling on cameras, but I'm dying inside. I can't imagine letting you go after giving myself to you completely. But after all, Isla Mirabelle Sinclair has given her body to so many men in vain. They all just left her. I think I want to practice it - breaking the emotional thingy between us."

"Isla...."

"Don't touch me."