His broken wings

Isabella

The night air is cold and freezing, but who cares? Music is played loudly from the clubhouse, there's nothing wrong with a drink that suits everyone. Isabella, a blonde woman with a doll face, petite body and distinctive gray eyes, from the size of her eyeballs to every little detail of her face, she looks like a doll. "One drink, please?" asked half-drunk Isabella, and the bartender gave her one and as many as she asked. "Hello beautiful, it's time for you to go, your mother will kill me if she finds out how spoiled you are" said Jack, it was his bodyguard, muscular and cowardly, She didn't know much about the story, but he was very nice. In her work, the only daughter of a multimillionaire business owner, she has never been seen alone. "You're not funny Jack, I've been through enough hell to not be happy," answered half-drunk Linda. Jack shook his head as he carried her out of the bar. Isabella is not always like that, she has just heard the news of her parents' divorce and has to relieve stress. "When we get home, you'll be happy in your bedroom" Jack muttered to her as he carried her to the car, she really didn't know her life was going to get scarier, Mr. Donald Henry, CEO of GOLDEN OIL AGENCY Isabella's father is bankrupt due to a divorce and will use Isabella as collateral.

Jack looked out the window, why does a sweet lady like Isabella deserve a father like Mr. Donald, he is the worst of all fathers, sleeping with so many maids has begun to indulge gambling, which he was very good at, until recently he started to let loose, obviously younger and smarter men were getting into it, in the face of his tyranny over his only daughter, it seemed like she was still a child wild, for he had never been so kind to the poor girl. 25 years old, she is a perfect girl, studied abroad, working for her father. "We're back," Jack informed the sleeping Isabella. "Don't tell me she's drunk, my poor princess," Charlotte's mother Isabella greeted as she opened the door for her.

Charlotte and Jack made sure she was taken to her room, she has never been brought home in such state, she thought to herself, although they were close, but Isabella doesn't share her pain with her, which hurts her sometime, she is an adult so it's expected, she consoled herself.

"I want to marry Isabella for two months, if after two months I decide to make her my own forever that is settled, otherwise the agreement is still in effect. This will work out. your debt and get you back on your feet" Nicholas' voice echoes through research, he's the CEO of 'JOHNSONS HOUSING', a multi-billion dollar company venturing into real estate real estate, you can call him a business tycoon. "It won't be a problem, my daughter listens to me." Henry smiled triumphantly. Everything fell into place in the end, "I hope I can at least see her, because I can't wait to see her beautiful face," Nicholas replied as he got up and walked away. at the door, leaving Henry smiling awkwardly. "Sure, follow me," he replied as he led her into the room. As Isabella was lying in bed, covered with blankets and sleeping as if there were less worries in the world, Isabella's father left the room for Nicholas without any worries.

His face looked innocent and perfectly calm, fast asleep, or so he thought. Isabella has a strong instinct she feels when a stranger enters her room. From the moment her father and a strange man entered, she was as awake as a flute because she drank a lot of alcohol and vomited up to her lungs. The air was filled with the strong scent of men's perfume, his aural were of the dominant type. Isabella always kept a knife safely under her pillow, an old habit she had formed since childhood, her childhood must have been traumatic. Isabella could feel his hand on her bed moving slowly toward her covered legs, she just waited for his hand to touch hers before knocking. She felt the man's shadow leave the bed, then heard footsteps approaching above her, his phone beeped making him curse silently, he left her side to the side of the door. and started paying attention to his phone. Isabella knew her father was a man of many things, but allowing a strange man into her room was beyond her imagination. Otherwise why is he in her room and refuses to leave even his phone rings can he be friends she immediately ignores him she knows all her cousins and none of them have this aural.

She wanted to scream, but she knew that if she did, she wouldn't know who was in her room, she was a woman of logic, brave I must say. Her mind drifting to her experience of being raped, the powerful dark character saw her go camping with her friends. She was left alone in the crib, she screamed a lot, but no one came, not even her friends, her face was cold with intense pain clinging all over her body, her ears were not involved. nothing to the strange man in his room, but the memory still came to him. Even though she was suffering alone, no one knew, she was only 16 years old and stupid, she thought.

The strange man walked over to her bed again, this time sitting next to her. Overconfident, carefree, his head could be smashed in an instant. "She's beautiful, that's for sure," the odd man said with an Italian accent. This caught Isabella off guard, made her blush, he was so stupid, she thought, he might want to harm her. Her hand was now in her hair as Isabella clutched her knife waiting for the perfect moment to strike. His breathing was so normal it made his head spin, 'just get a little closer,' thought Isabella.

Even though he could read her mind, he still brought his face closer to hers, examining every little detail as the bedside lamp turned on, his eyes closed and relaxed, pulling down her seductively small lips. Then, like a wolf, Isabella jumped out of the blankets, turned Nicholas around, and brought the knife to his neck. Nicholas was shocked by this, the way her arms were wrapped around his neck and the feeling of a sharp object cutting into his skin only scared him if only for a second. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?", Isabella asked in a firm voice.