Chapter 348
“No…This can’t be happening! Alexander would never do this to me! Get out! You can’t touch me! I demand to see Alexander!”
“Give it up! Your precious Alexander is obsessed with Isabella now! He doesn’t want you anymore! Tonight, you belong to me!”
The man pinned Victoria down and ripped her dress to shreds.
Fabric tore violently, leaving her exposed in nothing but her undergarments. She sobbed uncontrollably, trembling with raw fear.
Isabella’s brow furrowed. Had Alexander truly sunk so low as to orchestrate this violation?
Even in the dim light, she recognized the man’s surgically altered profile. Her sharp eyes identified him instantly: Vincent Moreau.
His gaze was brutish, features coarse and unrefined. Yellowed teeth flashed in a predatory grin. After hiding in these backwoods for five years, he had emerged to attack Victoria.
“I know you crave vengeance, Isabella,” Alexander murmured from the shadows, grasping her hand. “Consider this my most sincere apology. I vow to never disappoint you again. Victoria means nothing to me now. I will spend my life making amends, repaying my mistakes a hundred times over.”
His voice dripped with manufactured sincerity. Even he couldn’t distinguish truth from performance anymore. Somewhere along the way, his feelings for Isabella had shifted.
Isabella merely scoffed, yanking her hand free. She strode toward the hut’s entrance.
Alexander frowned. What was she doing?
Bam!
The wooden door exploded inward under her kick. She marched straight into the bedroom.
Inside, Vincent was aggressively mauling Victoria. Her clothes lay in tattered ruins.
Vincent flinched at Isabella’s entrance. “What… What are you doing here? This bitch made me hurt you five years ago! Now it’s her turn!”
“Pathetic,” Isabella spat.
She approached the bed, her fingers expertly finding a seam on Victoria’s face. With a sharp tug, she ripped.
Fwoop!
A lifelike silicone mask peeled away. The woman beneath was not Victoria.
The air froze.
Vincent gaped in shock. Alexander, who had just entered, stood equally stunned.
He had paid a fortune for that custom mask. How had Isabella detected the forgery in near darkness? Her perception was terrifying.
Isabella tossed the mask dismissively. It landed at Alexander’s feet.
Her eyes hardened into icy daggers. “What did you hope to achieve with this pathetic charade?” she sneered.
“Isabella, I…” Alexander was utterly disarmed, words failing him.
He had envisioned her falling into his arms with gratitude, not exposing his deception.
Isabella turned her fury on Vincent. She seized his collar and hauled him off the bed.
She lifted a man weighing over 70 kilograms with terrifying ease.
With explosive force, she slammed him against the wall. The entire hut shuddered from the impact.
“Argh!”
He crumpled to the floor, howling in agony. His insides felt rearranged. What kind of woman possessed such monstrous strength?
Before he could speak, Isabella advanced. Each step radiated lethal intent.