Isabella’s Vengeful Game by Max Horace

Chapter 4 Asshole

Jane said with a meaningful expression, “I don’t know Mr. Knight well, but someone does.”

Eugene stopped smiling, glanced at Jane, and said jokingly, “Who else knew Alexander well besides me?”

Jane smiled, saying nothing. Instead, she began to joke with the boy beside her.

Eugene took a glance at Isabella, who didn’t seem to take Jane’s words seriously because she was concentrating on the track.

Alexander’s red car sped along and was always in first place. In the end, just as everyone expected, he reached the finish line first.

He opened the door and took off his helmet. The setting sun shone on his disheveled hair, making this arrogant man more attractive.

Alexander went upstairs, picked Isabella up, and put her on his lap. “How was I doing?”

Isabella said casually, “Not bad.”

Alexander stared at Isabella with his dark eyes as if a ferocious beast staring at its prey.

Isabella was so familiar with this kind of expression. Having a bad feeling, she pushed him away warningly and said, “Don’t…”

As soon as she said that, Alexander pinched her chin and k*ssed her on her l*ps violently. He was so aggressive that she thought he was going to swallow her.

Isabella tried to push Alexander away, but he grabbed her both wrists, making her unable to break free from his grip. She slumped in the soft chair and let him k*ss her wildly.

If Isabella had been k*ssed by someone else, these rich boys would have whistled. However, because it was Alexander, they could only shut up and glance at him quietly.

Isabella gritted her teeth abruptly and the next second, she tasted blood in her mouth. Alexander didn’t stop. Instead, he was turned on and became more violent after he tasted the blood.

After a long time, Alexander let go of her and wiped the corner of her mouth with his fingers. Then he k*ssed the corner of her eyes gently.

Isabella couldn’t catch her breath. She had tears in her cold eyes and cursed in a low voice, “Aashole.”

She had always kept away from most people, but now her eyes were full of lust. She felt that she was just his prisoner like a bird in his cage.

Alexander swallowed and gave her another k*ss. “I am.”

Hearing Isabella call Alexander an aashole, other people in the room thought that she was going to be taught a lesson. However, Alexander was quite happy to hear that, not mad at all.

Jane put on a meaningful smile and reached out to stroke the boy’s face beside her.

The boy looked like he just came of age. Not daring to move, he asked cautiously, “I came here with you because you said that a director wanted to see me, Ms. Nelson…”

Someone burst into laughter. “What? Why did you lie to this poor boy, Jane?”

Jane blew the smoke to the boy’s face and pinched his face with a meaningful look. “Be patient. You’ll see a lot of famous directors if you listen to me.”

Even the dullest person in the world should know what she meant by now.

The boy stood up in horror and said, “No… I have to go, Ms. Nelson.”

Jane stopped smiling instantly. She said with a fierce look completely different from that she had on TV, “What?”

On the table was her half-eaten dessert. She pulled out the silver fork and stuck it directly in the boy’s arm.

The boy screamed as soon as he saw the blood on his arm. However, Jane hadn’t had enough. She raised her foot and kicked his stomach with her high heels. “Do you think you can leave?”

“Don’t be stupid, man. You’ll have everything you’ve been dreaming of if you listen to her.” The man who spoke was Howard Lewis, from a political family and was close to Jane.

The boy fell to the ground in pain, gritting his teeth without saying a word.

Alexander tutted and looked back at Isabella. He didn’t want her to see this, so he said, “Shall we hang out?”

To his surprise, Isabella’s face turned pale and she stared with pity at the boy who was screaming in pain on the ground.

Alexander thought she was afraid, so he took her hand and k*ssed it.

Just as Jane walked to the boy and was about to step on his hand, Isabella suddenly stood up. “Stop it.”

She helped the boy up, took out a handkerchief, and pressed it on his bloody wound. “Let him go,” she said to Jane.

Jane almost thought that she heard Isabella wrong, so she just snorted.

She thought, ‘You’re just a plaything like him. Who are you to feel sorry for him?’

Howard looked at Alexander. “Mr. Knight?”

He wondered, ‘Aren’t you gonna do something about it? Your lover is too nosy.’

However, Alexander stood up and waved at his subordinate. “Send him to the hospital.”

Jane gritted her teeth. Her sharp gaze was like a knife to Isabella.

Alexander stepped forward to put his arms around Isabella’s shoulder and looked down at Jane. “What? Are you upset?”

Jane lowered her head in panic, saying, “No, I’m not.”

Isabella shook off Alexander’s hand and left.

Alexander cursed in a low voice and glanced at them warningly. “You’ll know the consequence if you do this again in front of her.”

After saying that, he strode out and grabbed Isabella’s wrist. Then he pressed her against the wall of the corridor and asked with a mad look, “What now?”

Isabella didn’t look well. She looked away and said coldly, “I’m going back to the office.”

The company provided dormitories for every employee, and Isabella, as chief perfumer, had a single apartment. For the past six months, she had gone to stay there every time she and Alexander had a fight. He was so angry that he wanted to tear it down.

Alexander’s face darkened. “Don’t you dare!”

Isabella turned around and was about to leave, but before she stepped out, she found that her waist was grabbed by Alexander tightly.

Alexander directly carried her on his shoulder. His arms were as hard as steel, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free from his grip.

Alexander carried her all the way to the car, threw her to the backseat, and locked the door smoothly.

He pinched her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. “I know you’re a kind woman who doesn’t want to see someone being forced to do something, but you should know that it has nothing to do with me. I don’t know why you’re so mad at me.”

Isabella sneered and said ironically, “Aren’t you one of them?”

“Isabella Fletcher,” Alexander called her by her full name, looking fierce. “Am I being too good to you?”

The next second, he k*ssed and even bit her violently.

He had never been good at k*ssing and he just knew how to push as hard as he could. Therefore, Isabella got a taste of blood soon.

“Have I ever hurt you since you stayed with me six months ago? Why aren’t you satisfied?”

Alexander wiped her l*ps dry with his fingers and said with a domineering look, “If I were one of them, I would tie you to my bed for the rest of my life.”