Isabelle’s Point of View:
“So, what is this about?” I kept my cool as we proceeded to go far from the company building. Achilles looked at me but found it in his best interests to ignore me!
“Achilles—”
“Just wait a few moments, will you?”
He looked a little irritated by my constant questions. I slowly nodded, not trying to piss him off.
We soon reached his car. “Get in, Bella.”
I looked at him once again at the mention of my nickname, before getting in the backseat. My brain was pounded by the constant questions about where he wanted to take me, but I had a little trust in him—no matter how crazy that sounded. I could do anything to believe that maybe he cared for me.
He soon entered the car too and started driving. I sat back comfortably and looked out of the car, aware of the speed we were going at.
“I won’t tell Dad that you missed work today,” he said after a minute. “So, you shouldn’t either.”
I looked at him and sighed. “Why will I miss work? It is not like I am gonna spend the rest of the time… with you.”
“What do you mean?” he immediately responded.
I didn’t know what I meant by my sentence. I didn’t know what I wanted. Did I want him to spend time with me? Was I taunting him, or guilt-tripping him?
Or maybe I was just stating the obvious without any hidden meanings.
“I don’t know,” I replied genuinely.
“Huh?” he asked, but I chose to ignore him this time. It was already hard to look at him and not want him, and it was even harder after last night.
The car came to a halt after a few minutes and I looked out of the window to find a big mansion. On the other side of the road was nothing but the coast—I think we were on The Golden Coast of California.
“Why are we here?” I asked him as he got out of the car. He opened my side of the door and extended a hand to help me out, which I casually left hanging. I came out by myself and he closed the door.
“Whose mansion is this?” I asked him.
“Of course it is mine. Why would I bring you to someone else’s place?” He looked at me with furrowed brows. “You aren’t usually this stupid, right?”
I scoffed. He smirked and extended his hand toward me.
“Why do you wanna hold my hand?” I asked in a bold tone.
Frankly, I was getting irritated by how casually he gave me mixed signals. How different he acted according to the situations and how easily he used me whenever he wanted to.
He looked back at me and sighed.
“I don’t know what you want from me, Isabella. You want me, you don’t want me!” He exclaimed with irritation and ran his hand through his hair.
“And suddenly you care about that?” I asked, confused.
He shook his head and took my hand. I looked at our hands, suddenly feeling the butterflies all over again.
He didn’t say any other word, but took me inside his mansion. The place was definitely huge, and I didn’t even know that he had a place here.
He unlocked the house, and we went inside. As soon as he locked the door, he pushed me against the wall and I looked at him with wide eyes.
“Achille—”
“Call me Ace.”
I panted as I looked into his eyes.
His magnificently beautiful eyes looked into mine with possessiveness. I exhaled out a shuddered breath, and he grabbed my jaw.
“This is not who you are to me, Isabella. And I want more than what we have. Understood?”
The dominance in his tone was obvious, while his words sounded like a fantasy I’ve always dreamt of.
“But…” I whispered, which came out like a whimper. His gaze held mine for more time before his grip on my jaw tightened. “Ah…”
“Don’t object to what I tell you.”
“You… you’re-you’re confusing me,” I managed to say while trying to ignore the pain caused by his strong hold.
“And that’s perfect.”
I looked at him and then gave a thought to the words he told me just now. More than what we had?
“What do you… want?” I asked as I closed my eyes for a moment.
“Be mine.”
“What—”
Before I could say anything more, he joined our lips. I could never describe what I felt in the heavenly moment. No matter how rough he became, no matter how tight his grip on me was—nothing hurt. The feathery feeling added to the butterflies was so rare and beautiful to me. It was something I had never expected to get, but I couldn’t deny how easily he made me feel that way.
He took my hands and kept them above my head, making use of his height. I felt helpless, but I liked it. It was embarrassing, but I didn’t care.
When he stopped kissing me, I closed my eyes to avoid facing his gaze.
“Open your eyes.”
His voice was deeper than usual, and he whispered to me. I followed him and opened my eyes. It was easy to get lost in his eyes as he stared back at me.
“Say you’re mine,” he whispered to me while keeping the eye contact intact.
I breathed heavily and shuddered. I didn’t know what to say. Of course, I wanted to say it, but how? And why?
“Bella,” he added when he saw my hesitation. He pushed a few hair strands behind my ear and kissed the side of my face. “You don’t have to be afraid.”
“Why did… why did you leave?” I closed my eyes again and asked him.
He sighed. “I had to.”
“Why?”
“You asked me to stay.”
“If you can’t, why-why are you here?”
He didn’t reply for a long time. When I lost hope that he would reply at all, he took a step back. I opened my eyes, and he looked at me with a worried expression.
“I am giving you something, Bella. I am giving you a title in my life.”
I looked at him suspiciously. “And what is that?”
“Mistress.”
Isabelle’s Point of View: “I am giving you something, Bella. I am giving you a title in my life.” “And what is that?” “Mistress.” I looked at him, my face filled with horrified shock—not being able to believe what I heard. It was like a nightmare. Being a mistress was worse than not being anything to him; it was worse than being his step-sister. That was like the worst thing that he could have said. But it was so easy for him to say that. Did he actually believe I would accept it? “Are you out of your mind?” I said, pushing him away with all my force. He stumbled back, and I took a few steps sideways, increasing our distance. “Now you’re behaving like—” “Every time I hit a low in my life, why do you have to show that everything can be worse?” “I am doing this for you, you ungrateful brat. You’re the one who—” “I didn’t even say anything to you, did I?” I scoffed and said, finally getting a wrap up his plan. “I never came up to you and confessed my feelings. I never begged f
Isabelle’s Point of View: I looked at him with a blank expression while he left the room. My breathing was rasped.“I know what you think and feel, Bella, and that, right there, makes you the weakest person alive.”His words replayed in my brain like a recorded note kept on repeat. My heart was sad. I didn’t have any idea that things would get worse if he knew about my feelings.I had always imagined him to be kind. That if he ever came to know about my emotions, he would feel sorry for me and treat me better knowing how I suffered; but instead… he just made fun of me and my feelings at every chance he got.I looked at the rain again and a few drops of water came down from my eyes, resonating with the view outside. For the first time, I felt so hopeless that even escaping seemed to be worthless. It seemed like I wasn’t worth anything. Like I wasn’t even worth trying for myself — and I had nothing special or lovable in me.The feeling was terrifying, and the heartache was real. I coul
Isabelle’s Point of View:“Stealing my phone, Bella?”I froze in my place as soon as I heard him. I looked at him and he sat up with a smirk on his face.“I—I wasn’t—this isn’t what it looks like. I was not—”“Was not what?” He got up from the couch, his eyes fixed on mine. I looked down immediately. “I thought it was my phone. That’s why I was picking it up.”“Wow, you’re getting worse at lying every day!”“Funny you should say. Why don’t we just leave now? You’ve kept me locked in here like Rapunzel!” I said with sarcasm as I tried to dodge the topic.“Nah, Rapunzel had better hair.” He smirked and picked up his phone.“Did you just insult my—”“Uh-uh. Don’t even speak. You will give me second hand embarrassment, baby girl. Get ready because we will be leaving in 10.”I rolled my eyes. How dare he insult my hair? Just because he looked like a handsome Greek God doesn’t mean he could say anything!I sighed. As I was about to go, I suddenly had a non-amazing idea.“Who is Anna?” I tu
Isabelle’s Point of View:*Warning: This chapter contains mature content. Feel free to skip to the next chapter if it doesn't interest you.*He undressed me slowly, and I felt exposed and vulnerable. His fingers traced my body, from my belly down to my thighs, igniting anticipation within me."You feel amazing," he whispered, his voice oozing with seduction. I closed my eyes, unsure of how to react now that all my dreams were becoming a reality.His touch reached my most intimate area, causing me to let out a small gasp. Even though my eyes were shut, I could sense his gaze fixed upon me."Tell me how it feels," he murmured. "Tell me what you like."As soon as he finished speaking, his finger made contact with my delicate folds, and he began to stroke them up and down. I let out a slow moan; his touch was working wonders, and I was already incredibly aroused, even though he hadn't even truly begun."I..." I began to respond, but he interrupted me, keeping his finger in place and leanin
Isabelle’s Point of View:I yawned as the sunshine hit my face. I turned over and my hand landed on an empty bed. My eyes opened as I looked around.The memories of last night rushed back to me as I looked at myself wearing Achilles’ shirt. Last night was everything I had ever wanted—it was really a dream, but not a dream—it was… amazing.I slowly got up, but the area between my legs was hurting. I didn’t want to get up, but I remembered that I had to work too.Should I take a rest for the day?I was just about to shrug it off and go anyway when Ace entered my room. He didn’t have a shirt on and he looked at me with a smirk.“What, you only have one shirt?” I said, as I decided to lie back.“I didn’t know you were a virgin.”I sighed. “It should’ve been obvious.”“No, why—why would it be obvious? You’re nineteen!”I exhaled. “Just nineteen.”He chuckled and came over to me. He looked into my eyes and kissed me on my lips. “You should take rest for the next three days. Only come to wor
Isabelle’s Point of View:The smile on my face turned into a mortified look.“Achilles, who—how—”He took his phone back and exhaled. “I don’t know, Bella.”“But this is impossible, right? I mean, how can someone—isn’t this place a little too secure for that?”The video he showed me on his phone was a sex tape of us. Someone had recorded us last night… and I had no idea how it was even possible. My mind was messed up thinking about the consequences.‘I know.” He rubbed his forehead to relieve his tensed muscles. “You’ll not be affected by this, Bella. I will do something.”“What if Mr. Roman…”“I’m aware.” He looked at me. “That’s my biggest concern. If someone recorded this, it means that someone is onto us. That also means that they know most things about us and they might send this to dad. But even if that happens, be well aware that I won’t let anything happen to you.”I sighed. “If Mr. Roman comes to know about this, you wouldn’t be able to do anything.”He looked down. “I will
Isabelle’s Point of View:“You know that he’s not gonna let this go even after two weeks,” He looked at me, “Go find this man. He will make you a fake ID. Leave the country.”I scoffed. “Do you think I am gonna follow your instructions after what you did?”“After what you believe I did? No, but even if you think I did, I know you know that dad is never gonna let you go. I will not know where you go, Bella and neither will anyone else. Leave when you have time.”“How do I know this is not another game of yours?”He kept a hand on my cheek. I tried to pull back but his intense gaze held me.“I don’t know how you could believe it all to be fake, Bella, but when I go back to that night— all I see is pleasure, happiness and love. If you felt any of those emotions that night, go and set yourself free.”I stepped back and looked down. “I will think about it.”“I hope you do,” He said before walking out, “And if this is the last time we’re seeing each other, I hope you forgive me.”I couldn’t
Achilles’ Point of View“I hate you. I hate you for everything you’ve done to me, to us and how you used me. I hate you Achilles and you’re unlovable.”I read the message on my phone and a deep breath left my mouth. I breathed heavily as I kept my phone down.Her words echoed in my mind. “You’re unlovable,” I whispered to myself, believing it with my heart. “Of course, I am.”I felt like I had a tear in my eyes—I didn’t know I could even cry. I hadn’t cried in a very long time and there was no reason to cry now.It was so much better, she was out of this hellhole. She was going to lead a good life and so was someone else—that’s all that I could’ve ever wanted.I wiped my tears and covered myself with the bed sheets. It was all going to be over, this sadness and her words—I knew it. I deserved everything she said to me, I deserved it all and even if it hurt—hate came naturally to others around me.…The sunlight hit my face early in the morning the next day. I hadn’t slept, but I knew