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nuine feelings towards her actually were. All I was thinking about, all that consumed my thoughts, was how to

h her inherent cuteness and her naturally angelic attitude, had managed to turn the monstrous womanizer inside me, the beast that I had alwa

iage. She maintained her purity, her innocence, remaining as pure as crystal, as untainted as the driven snow. She was a

superficial. He was obsessed, consumed by his desire, simply because she was a virgin, nothing more, nothing less. He never genuinely cared about her, about her well-being or her happiness. He was just acting, putting on a performance, pretending to be a decent, respecta

ent or marriage! I had never, ever worn a fake mask, a deceptive facade, to hide my true face, my true self. I had always been honest, clear, and straight

ation, despite my past actions, I possessed a core of decency that he lacked. My honesty, my straightfor

ture beneath the surface, the integrity that guided my actions. That's the very reason I was a successful, resp

e simply didn't deserve to be with her, to share her life and her love. He was u

ts of alcohol, leading me to the unthinkable act of attempting to rape her! That was the worst possible solution, the most destructive path I could have chosen. But my love for her, my

ussions that would inevitably follow. She would have realized that I wasn't thinking about what would happen after raping her, or what my brother or my father might do to me in retaliation, or even the possi

ould bleed and beg for the rest of my life, pleading for her forgiveness, seeking absolution for the pa

derstand, to comprehend the reasons behind my actions, the motivations that drove me to such extremes. There was simply no time to stop

d within him. I wanted her to see how little he truly cared about her, how little he valued her presence in his life, and how he wou

I didn't abandon her in her time of need. I took full responsibility for my actions, accepting the consequences without hesitation. And I vowed to do anything, everything in

y, incredibly fucking rich family. Our wealth and influence permeated every aspect of our lives, providing us with access and resources

between Isabella and me was twelve years, a significant difference in our life experiences. But I genuinely desired, I yearned, to be both her daddy, her protector and provide

ve eyes. It was as if she had surrendered, accepting her fate with a quiet resignation. And somehow, I felt a reluctance to delve into the past, to reopen old

you, Isabella. Don't run away this time, please. Everything will be good. Remember, no one has helped you but me." I tried to remind her, to gently nudge her memory, that

l energy. And truthfully, I was even more exhausted than she appeared. I had been sitting next to her bedside, awake for days, vigilantly watc

thing, to replenish my depleted energy reserves. I needed to prepare myself, to gather my strength, f

eventually, not at some distant point in the future, but tomorrow! As soon as possible, without delay. And absolu

dialed my father's number. "Dad, I'm calling to inform you that I will be marrying Isabella tomorrow. So prepare yourself. I've already sent out the invitations. Be there at

hing after all," my father interrupted me harsh

edding, I swear I will make you lose all your money and your entire business! Do you underst

ever you want. After all, I want you to be happy. We'll be there on ti

d to lose your money!" I mumbled to myself internally, m

e guards stationed near the elevator, "Go and wait by the royal suite. Take c

tting my way. I snapped my fingers impatiently, signaling him to rise from his seat. "Listen to me, I want you to prepare for my wedding

" he responded cheerfully,

nd man, instructing them to send out wedding invitations to all the prominent businessmen and gove

's suit, and some new clothes for Isabella. And then, I needed to r

e fear that she might try to run away again. I wouldn't force her to marry me this time, I wouldn't repeat the mistakes of the past. But I was genuinely worried about her,

that could be cruel and unforgiving. I wanted to protect her, to pr

guards informed me that she hadn't left the room. I closed the door behind me and

r. I sat down softly beside her on the bed and gently brushed my fing

as if she had seen a ghost, but then she calmed down, her expression softening. It sadd

ually come to love me, that she would see the genuine affection b

en go take a shower," I told her g

efully avoiding direct eye contact with me. She began to eat,

sed for her. "Here, I bought a few shirts and jeans for you. These are temporary, just fo

k. "What! Wedding! Are you serious? When?" sh

ression serious. "Yes, our

, as if she was choking. Then she simply

ion, a gut feeling, that she might try something drastic, something desperate. And

t of losing her unbearable. No, I couldn't

the water rising around her. She instinctively covered her body with her hands, her eyes wide w

'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I just wanted to c

I guessed she had thought I would try to rape her again or something.

ched on, the minutes ticking by with agonizing slowness. I knocked on the door agai

" I yelled, my voic

splintering under the force of the impact. I burst into the bathroom and found her submerged in the bathtub, the water co