The Wife of a Billionaire Whore

It was late at night, and the torrential rain was drowning out everything. Through the heavy, gloomy curtain of rain, a tall, thin figure staggered, slipping and collapsing next to a black vehicle next to the curb. She was wet to the skin from the chilly rain beating over her body, exposing her curves. It was unable to satisfy the intense craving she was experiencing, though. Not knowing how to think clearly at the moment, Isabella Thompson followed her gut and stumbled to her feet. and reach for the handle of the automobile. Desperately, she crawled into the car after pulling open the door. She knew she would be discovered freezing to death in the rain on the side of the road if she didn't get in the car. dawn.

With a thud, she slammed the door shut. Her senses were dulled by her coma, and she was unaware of this. the overpowering blood odor in the atmosphere. A pair of bluish-black eyes sprung awake in the darkness, darting to the intruder with a piercing; they had light in them. A hint of murderous purpose flashed across those eyes like a reflection dancing on a razor. blade. Isabella was blind to the threat. Rather, she was helpless and simply sensed a source of warmth in the darkness, advancing toward it. Despite his best efforts, the bearer of those deep blue eyes was too hurt to move her away. Discard her from him. Even though it was so soft, the body against him continued to wriggle. Now those dark blue eyes were full of rage and malicious intent. As a guy positioned at the pinnacle, no one had ever had the guts to approach him at the top of the social ladder. in that manner.

Never, ever! The desire to murder was so great that his every breath caused my chest to heave. Isabella was clueless about the situation she found herself in. She revealed her captivating eyes and fixed their gaze on the warm object below. her in bewilderment. She was looking stunning right now. Anyone might be moved to hold their breath, and her naive expression was seductive. She instinctively dropped her head and rubbed herself against the man's muscular frame once again. "Leave me alone!" With a faint struggle, the guy snarled at her. "Don't...shift." With a grumpy expression, Isabella lifted her little fists and pinned the severely injured guy to the rear of the chair. The murder, the raging fury in the dark It was almost physical to see the determination in those dark blue eyes. Isabella was clueless on how to proceed and just He felt awkward around the guy.

Though he was too weak to stop her, the guy was furious. The automobile appeared mysterious as the strong rain obscured its form and muffled its sounds. monster that lurks in the gloom. The rain eventually decreased to a drizzle, and the noise inside the automobile stopped. Regretfully, the cold didn't get any warmer with the arrival of daybreak. dawn. Isabella slowly opened her weary eyes in the automobile, her thoughts jumbled and blank, attempting to remember how This is where she ended up. She made a small movement and felt a smooth, chilly sensation. She snapped her head around and saw a man with his eyes squeezed shut, unconscious. Although his face was pale, it had beautifully carved lines.

Isabella was compelled to look at him. She had never seen someone that attractive before. during the course of her 20 years. His pale complexion and firmly closed eyelids indicated to Isabella that he was not in good spirits. When she turned to face him, she saw the deep gash on his stomach, which was surrounded by dried blood. Fresh blood is still seeping out. Isabella stopped. He was hurt so badly, yet last night, Isabella could not get the events of last night out of her head. She was in shock that she had carried out that. A shiver ran down her back. She flushed after blanching. Isabelle She straightened her clothing and looked back at the man's injury. He would be at risk of losing his life if it weren't addressed right away.

Her dark eyes darted around the opulent vehicle, brightening at the sight of a medical set. She felt hurt all over as she moved to grab the medical kit, but she opened it and dressed cautiously. his injury. Despite her lack of experience and extended time, she managed to complete the task. When she was done, she was drenched in perspiration. Even though he was asleep, the man maintained his sense of control. Based on his, she could tell he was well-off by his costly clothing and other possessions that were scattered all over the place. She had to be careful not to anger a man like him. Isabella glared at him before pushing the door open, stepping out of the vehicle, and sprinting ahead in the mist. Thus, I wasn't the only person hurt yesterday night.

Also, there was the man who suffered severe injuries and was then tormented by me," she considered. She shook her head, trying not to consider why the man had found himself alone in that automobile when he required medical care right away. But she was unable to persuade herself to go in such a manner, and before running too far, she turned around. She found it difficult to leave a terrible, injured man alone. She crouched and wrapped her arms around herself as she walked behind the shrubs near the road. all the way around her knees. Her gaze lingered on the black as she considered what had transpired yesterday. vehicle. "I'll call 911 and send him to the hospital if no one finds his car and helps him in 30 minutes," she said. to oneself. She waited, blocking out all other distracting ideas with the idea of preserving him. silently.

Luckily, a couple black automobiles showed up about thirty minutes later, and twelve men in black suits who appeared to be bodyguards quickly exited and surrounded the man's car. "Is Mr. Lockwood inside the vehicle?" one of them questioned anxiously. Carefully opening the door, another man entered the car with reverence. Then he said, "Mr. Lockwood has arrived. He's okay, but he requires medical attention right now. We have to go back to the mansion quickly. The automobiles all drove off together a bit later. Isabella exhaled a breath of relief as she realized the man was safe at last. Rising from her hiding place behind the bushes, she dragged her feet along the road. Tears finally came and mixed with the rain, streaming down her face. She moved like a broken and abandoned animal amid the drizzle.