“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.

The air thinned. My lungs seized. My body refused to move, frozen in place as my mind caught up with the horror in front of me.


A trembling breath escaped my lips, my entire being rejecting the sight before me. The dim light barely illuminated the blood staining the floor beneath them, pooling in thick, slow-moving streams that seeped into the cracks of the cold concrete. Their limbs lay twisted, their face turned away, but I didn't need to see it to know—


The earth-shattering recognition sent a sharp wave of nausea crashing through me. My stomach clenched, my throat burned, and something inside me broke so violently I thought I could hear the sound of it shattering.


Chapter 48 - The Price of Defiance