Horror

Isabella felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. She had been foolish to think that Liam had feelings for her.

“But....but?” she sniffed, “but I thought you..loved..me...”

“Thought what?” Liam interrupted mercilessly. “You thought I could be with a malicious, frustrating, and over-pampered brat like you?” His gaze was cold and demeaning.

“Well obviously, you thought wrong,” he scoffed, standing up and towering over her.

Isabella shrunk back in her seat, feeling small and insignificant in front of him.

“Consider this meeting a gift and a warning. The next time you pull this disgusting, ill-planned move on my wife,” he tossed the picture of David's battered face onto the table in front of her. “This picture will only be the tip of the iceberg for whatever awaits you.”

Liam's voice was laced with malice, and Isabella could feel a chill run down her spine. She knew that she had just narrowly escaped a fate worse than death.

Isabella sat alone in the restaurant, her mind racing with thou