Ahh…
Waking up by the splitting headache and pains, Isabelle opened her eyes and the blinding sunlight hit her face.
What she saw was an unfamiliar room, it didn't look like hers at all.
Ahhh…she felt extreme pain from her lower body as she tried to come down from the bed, her eyes widened.
Her clothes were scattered on the flow, at this moment there wasn't a single piece of cloth on her, and there was a faint lingering smell of male cologne.
She touched her head, she couldn't remember anything at all.
She couldn't think well due to the burning sensation below her legs, even the stupidest person should know what would have happened.
Isabelle endured the pain and put on her dress, and wrapped her hands around her body tightly.
She tried to recount what had happened and who would have done this. I could only remember that I was furious when I found out that my stepmother killed my mom and she always called her mistress, saying that she was always supposed to be the main wife.
I was so furious and overwhelmed with emotions, I went to confront my step mother. On my way I saw my step brother playing near the balcony, his toy fell off and he claimed the flower vase and tilted to see if it was on the ground. I had opened my mouth to shout come down ethan! But I paused. His mom was the vixen that killed my mom. I muttered under my breath, in that brief moment while I was thinking, I had a shout ahh help me!!! It was Ethan's voice he screamed as he fell off the balcony.
I tried to move my feet to look out the balcony but I couldn't. After a few seconds I moved my feet and stared down, all I could see was the lifeless body of Ethan. I panicked and was afraid.
While I was retracting my feet and walking backwards slowly and maid of my stepmom saw me on the balcony.
That's it I was framed with the killing of Ethan.
I ran back to my room, my breath shaking my heart pulsating.
After a while I collected my emotions and ran out to the place Ethan was, my step mom and sister were crying, as soon as they saw me they pounced on me. "You killed him, I know that I was you. You pushed him so that I won't have a son and he won't inherit your father's business " my step mom shouted and her hand too were moving at the same time hitting me.
It wasn't me I sobbed, my step sister dragged her mom off me. Calm down mom we'll settle this when dad gets back she said as she shot me a venomous glare.
My dad got back heartbroken and angry, the CCTV in the house was checked but it was seen that he fell off by himself mistakenly. Thank God I wasn't in view. The case was settled but the heart wasn't.
Since that day my stepmom and sister hated me more and always plotted against me, I remember her calling me to her room and immediately after I got inside my vision went black
As soon as she worked up she was in a strange room.
Isabelle pushed herself off the bed in anger and pain, and quickly picked up her remaining clothes.
Suddenly a tie fell off…
On the chair behind her there was a man's suit jacket draped on it …
Isabelle angrily threw the tie down, he had taken away her innocence and he left his suit for her to see it
"Bastard, go to hell!" she shouted
She walked to the bathroom and looked at the mirror, her face that was bruised from the beating her stepmom gave her 2 days ago. Should rinse her face, she hissed in pain several times coz of the bruise.
Her eyes were so big and ink colored, the once beautiful eyes now look unrecognizable.
She stared at the mirror recounting the beating her stepmom and sister gave her and was resentful and a bit scared because she has to go home and she'll surely face them.
While Bastard has such an uncommon fetish, that he could have a sexual desire while seeing her appearance, he is simply a beast.
She turned in the shower and scrubbed her body, Isabelle scrubbed so hard till her skin was red, she looked down at her lower body. It was red, swollen and it hurt when she touched it.
She was sad and angry at the same time, her innocence had been stolen and she was sure that her stepmother and sister were behind it.
Isabelle kept on scrubbing, unaware of what was about to happen.
Suddenly the hotel room door was opened, unknown to Isabelle who was fixated on washing off the invisible dirt.
Patricia ( Isabelle's step sister)rolled the card between her fingers. It had cost her a favor and a promise, but access was never a problem.
She walked to the bed and raised up the quilt, there were blood stains in the bed. Patricia smirked. The bloodstains told their own story, or at least the one she wanted to believe she muttered to herself as she took videos of the bed and everything. I wonder how Mike will react when he finds out that his loving girlfriend of 3 years is not a virgin anymore, and he wasn't the one responsible for it.
Patricia smiled as she took photos, she was going to show them to her mom to see.
Suddenly a knock sounded and Patricia was frightened as she steadily went to the door, "yes, who is it"?. "I'm here on behalf of the young master to thank you for saving his life"
Oh…she said as she opened the door, the man pushed his way in, hey! He glanced at the rumpled bed, the scattered clothes, then at her face. His tone softened. "My master spent the night here. You're the one who saved him."he said as he picked up the suit.
He handed her a paper with a name and number on it, and the young master will repay this debt.
"Wait sorry, who is your young master?" Patricia asked with a confused expression.
"Sebastian Montclair " the man said
Patricia was startled and dumbfounded.
Do you mean the heir to The Montclair business, "that Sebastian Montclair " . Yes he repeated, I have to take my leave now. Do try to contact him if the information is in your hands.
Take care till whenever we meet again.