“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 weight of Damian's words lingered in the room, suffocating, thick with a silent challenge. Leonardo's grip tightened around the crumpled note, his knuckles turning white, his jaw rigid with fury barely contained beneath the surface.


For the first time, I saw something flicker in his eyes—an emotion he didn't often let slip. Fear. Not the kind that sent men running, but the kind that ignited something dark inside them.


I swallowed hard. You already lost her once.


The words rang in my mind like a tolling bell. He wasn't talking about just me. There was something deeper, something buried beneath layers of secrets and violence. Damian had struck a nerve, and I wasn't sure which one of us would pay the price for it.


Chapter 51 - Shadows of the Past