Chapter 2_ The Truth

Isabella's face was pale as she arrived at the mansion. For the first time, she was so frightened to see Adams. Other times she'd get excited to see and be with him.

But after waking up in bed with his uncle, her feelings changed. How could she tell him that she lost her virginity? to make it all worse, she lost it to his uncle.

Isabella's feet turned stone cold as she

Walked briskly towards the entrance and when she got inside, she headed directly upstairs directly. There was barely anyone living in the Hunt's villa except for Adams, she and his mother.

She never got along with Mrs Hunt. The woman had hated her since she had been with her son. She thinks that Isabella was with her son for his money and called her a gold digger most times.

Isabella didn't mind her since she was certain that Adams loved her so much. She didn't mind having a bad relationship with his family rather than him.

Isabella finally arrived at the hallway leading to his room. Upon her arrival, she heard soft moans and giggles emerging from the half-opened door of his bedroom.

She wanted to storm inside but she decided to hold back herself and listen.

"You know I never loved Isabella.. I was only saving her for a good use. And luckily, she delivered last night" Adams stated

He seemed to be discussing with someone who was obviously a woman because Isabella heard her voice.

"Hmmm… are you sure about that? You have been keeping her already for so long. Are you sure you haven't fallen in love with her, Adams?" The woman, whose voice was utterly familiar, replied to him.

Isabella could've sworn that she was Victoria, Adams' cousin who was her best friend and had always supported their relationship.

"Of course not, I've never been in love and I'll never stoop as low as falling in love with someone like Isabella…. You know I don't do Inexperienced women. She is too innocent for my liking" Adams declared…

Isabella felt a sting in her chest and her stomach tied into a knot. She felt so heartbroken to listen to the man she'd loved for so many years say this about her.

The woman laughed out hysterically while they mocked her.

"I already got rid of her so you shouldn't worry, Vic.." He said reassuringly.

Isabella was now sure about their identities. What was her crime? Did she do something bad in loving Adams? Why would he do such a thing to her?

"I sold her off to my uncle. I'm sure they might still be at the hotel now having a good time. I gave her an overdose too. She should enjoy herself…" Adams said and before he knew it, Isabella pushed the door open.

"How dare you, Adams Hunt?" She yelled at him.

Isabella looked at the two betrayers, Laying in each other's arms in an inappropriate position.

Adams jerked up immediately and saw her inside the room. "Adams, you sold me to your uncle…" Isabella cried out, feeling her chest hurt the more as she spoke.

She moved closer to them. "What are you doing here, Isa?" He asked. "Aren't you.."

"Still supposed to be at the hotel getting fucked by your uncle? Adams, what did I ever do to you?" Her voice almost faded as she asked.

"Isa…" he wanted to explain. At this point, she might just spoil his plans.

Adams stood up from the bed and wanted to go to her but Victoria held him. "You don't owe her any explanations, baby. Right?" Victoria asked.

He looked at the petite brunette woman holding his arms and he shook his head before turning his gaze back to Isabella who had a resounding slap awaiting him.

Adams was shocked by her reaction, Isabella had never had reasons to lay her hands on him but she eventually did today.

"You're an animal, you're a bastard. I hate you, Adams. I curse the day I met you" she began to insult him.

The insults still didn't reduce the pain in her heart. Isabella wanted to cry but she held back her tears. She didn't want to look weak in front of anyone, especially them.

"How dare you? How dare you lay your filthy hands on me, Isa?" Adams tried to hit her back but a feminine voice interrupted the whole situation.

Mrs Hunt walked into the bedroom after Being distracted by their whole arguments.

"What is going on here, son?" She asked Adams at once.

She noticed him touching his face slowly before he removed his hand and she saw the marks..

"Who did this to you?" She asked with concern and she turned to Isabella upon realization that it was her handiwork.

"How dare you lay a finger on my son? Do you want to die?" Her voice was hoarse and stern.

Isabella felt her head spin, she didn't want to be in the same room or breathe the same air with them.

"I asked you a question, how dare you lay a finger on my son you whore?" Mrs Hunt raised her hand to slap Isabella, however, her hand hung halfway in the air by a huge hand.

Her wrist felt like it was being crushed as he pressed it tightly before pushing it away. Mrs Hunt almost fell down from the pressure he used.

"Uncle Alex, what are you doing here?"

"Alexander Hunt, when did you arrive?" Mrs Hunt was stunned by the sudden arrival of her brother. She called him earlier and he stated that he was going for a business trip. She didn't expect to see him in the mansion that day, not especially at that moment.

"I had to stop by and pick something… That's mine" he said cold and calmly.

Isabella almost fainted, she felt weak and fell on his arms. He was quick to hold and prevent her from falling.

"Who dares to touch my woman?" Alexander asked, glaring at the people standing in front of him.

He could already guess what happened in the place. Isabella must've discovered his nephew's affair with her best friend and also found out the truth of how they ended up in bed.

"Uncle…" Adams tried to speak.

He was frightened by the man in front of him. Provoking him means losing his company so he dared not.

Adams had done so many things to please his uncle Alex, he even went as far as selling his fiance to him.

Alexander looked at his desperate nephew with pity. "I do not care to know what happened here but I won't allow anyone to bully my woman" He declared.

"I'm not your woman. '' Isabella declared in a very loud voice.