Chapter 178

Chapter 178

The intact clothes were torn to shreds and tossed on the floor.

Isabella felt a chill all over her body. Looking down, she found her clothes had been thrown on the ground, leaving her completely naked.

Michael seemed to have lost control. Reeking of alcohol, he was like an enraged beast, completely stripped of all reason.

He tore off all of Isabella's clothes. Holding his penis, without any foreplay, he thrust straight in.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out continuously.

Isabella trembled all over in pain, tears streaming down her face.

Michael acted as if he couldn't see, burying his head in the woman's chest, his teeth gently exploring her breasts, occasionally biting down.

He thrust wildly.

His penis rammed around inside her body, as if trying to pierce right through her.

Completely different from his usual gentleness, his face was now full of anger.

His whole being radiated an aura that warned others to stay away.

Forced to endure it, Isabella's own anger flared up. Not to be outdone, she reached out and scratched hard at the man's shoulders.

But Michael didn't care at all, holding the person in his arms and thrusting violently again.

The atmosphere in the room grew thick.

Again and again.

The entire night, Isabella went from pain to endurance, and finally back to pain.

By now, her whole body was covered with intimate marks, and she felt like she was falling apart.

Countless times she wanted to beg for mercy, but the words that came out were drowned by passionate kisses.

After who knows how many climaxes.

Isabella finally got a chance to breathe, lying there like a puddle of mud, not moving at all, only her chest rising and falling slightly.

Michael stopped all movement, realizing what he had done, his face full of regret.

He reached out to hold Isabella in his arms, but as soon as his hand extended, he felt the person in his embrace tremble slightly.

"Don't be afraid. You never need to be afraid of me."

The man's low, hoarse voice echoed in the room.

But Isabella said nothing, just lying there quietly, without a word.

The sun rose, its warmth shining into the room.

Michael had a very important meeting, so he called Stella and turned to leave.

As he reached the door, he couldn't help but speak, "Listen carefully. I won't allow you to regret this, and I won't allow you to leave me. You're mine, and you can't escape for the rest of your life."

Can't escape?

Maybe so.

As long as she's still alive, there's no escape.

Isabella closed her eyes. Sensing that the man had left, she slowly opened them, tears bursting forth.

From last night until now, he seemed considerate toward her, but his words were full of possessiveness.

Just like before, doing whatever he wanted, never caring about anyone else's feelings.

After some time, a car horn sounded outside.

Then the door opened.

Isabella, lying on the sofa, turned her head to look.

Stella was startled and rushed in. Seeing the marks on that delicate skin, her face flushed red with anger.

"This is too much! How could he treat you like this?"

The woman's skin was naturally beautiful, but now it was covered in bruises, marks all over her body.

Most importantly, between her legs, her pussy was so swollen and red it had broken skin.

It was heartbreaking to see.

Isabella's chin trembled uncontrollably. She bit her lower lip hard, but tears still flowed down stubbornly.

Stella cried too. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were living like this. If I had known earlier, I never would have persuaded you. Leave that bastard—he's not worth it."

She had thought that if Michael was willing to be with Isabella, it might be because of love. No matter what, they had once been husband and wife, so he shouldn't do anything too excessive.

But now, seeing those marks on Isabella's body, she could no longer deceive herself.

This was simply humiliation.

Isabella felt terrible inside and threw herself into Stella's arms. "It's okay. For Mom and Dad, for everything I can get, I'm willing to do this."

One sentence, endless bitterness.

In the quiet room, Isabella's voice was calm, then she broke down crying in despair.

That heartbreaking cry echoed in the quiet room.

Meanwhile, Michael sat in his car, constantly staring at the surveillance feed on his phone, his jaw tight, his expression terrible.

He just wanted to see how the person in the room was doing, whether her mood had improved a bit. He didn't expect to hear those words.

Willing to endure everything for her family.

So now, for her, every moment with him was torture?

He couldn't imagine—if that were really true, a dense, overwhelming pain rose in his heart.

He tossed his phone aside and took a deep breath. But he couldn't help picking it up again.

Inside the villa.

After crying for a while, Isabella forced down her grief and managed a smile. "Don't worry, I'm not that fragile. You know, I survived the hardest days abroad. What's the big deal?"

"Compared to those days of sleeping rough and going hungry, things are so much better now."

By the end, she forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

But Stella's tears wouldn't stop. "Stop smiling. It doesn't look good at all. Besides, no matter what happens, I'm here. Worst case, we'll go abroad together. There's really no need to let yourself suffer like this."

Isabella shook her head gently. "No, look at this house. The house is back now. And look at the property deed..."

She forced herself up from the sofa and pulled the property deed out of her bag.

The name on it was written clearly.

Stella's feelings were complicated. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Rationally, she knew her best friend was doing the right thing.

After all, Michael was an insurmountable mountain for them. If things got ugly, they would face endless retaliation.

Neither Isabella nor her family could bear it.

When would these days ever end?

For a woman, spending every day with a man she didn't love was too painful.

This pain was like insects crawling all over her body, impossible to control.

"But have you thought about what would happen if your parents knew you were living like this back home? If they came back and found out, they wouldn't allow it. They care about you most of all."

"Stop talking. Do you know what I regret most since my family went bankrupt?"

Facing Stella's confusion, Isabella continued on her own, "What I regret most is that I shouldn't have believed in love."

"Feelings are the most worthless thing. I never doubted sincerity, but sincerity changes in an instant. What's more, that man never liked me. If I hadn't followed behind a man like a fool back then, I would have had a completely different outcome."

"I regret it. I regret all those stupid things I did. Now that everything can start over, even if it costs me my life, I'm going to bring my family back. Do you understand?"