LOGINChapter 137.Isadora tried to speak. She tried to protest, but before any words could ever leave her throat, Alessio grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, and placed her hands on the dining table while leaning forward to press his front against her back.“Daddy…” Isadora gasped, but she could not tell if the pleasure was from how he had spun her around or from… from what she was feeling.With his front pressed against her back, Isadora could feel the hardness of his cock.Her eyes widened, and her pussy instantly pulsed between her thighs.Oh, goodness.No. This could not be happening. Alessio could not be hard for her.She wanted this to stop. Yet she was enjoying just how hard he was pressing against her back.Wasn’t she just a hypocrite?Alessio moved his hand forward, then gently grabbed her throat in his palm, choking her roughly while burying his face against her skin.Isadora shuddered from the brush of his breath against her skin.Her body shuddered softly. She could feel hi
Chapter 136. TRIGGER WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TOXIC REACTIONS, UNHEALTHY OBSESSION, BASELESS DESIRE WITH A SPRINKLE OF VIOLENT AFFECTION! SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF THIS MAY TRIGGER YOU. Isadora stared down at the text message glowing on her screen. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Why was he asking to see her right now? What if Mitchy came down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and saw them together? Wouldn’t that just ruin everything? She glanced back at Mitchell’s closed bedroom door, then shook her head gently. “No… I… I can’t go,” she whispered to herself. Going down there meant betraying her best friend over and over again, especially when she had the chance to just walk away right now. She turned and reached for the handle of her own room, ready to open the door and lock herself inside. But the moment her fingers touched the cold metal, Tamara’s bitter voice echoed inside her head. “I saw you coming out of that restroom hallway… So tell me, why were you and
Chapter 135.Isadora’s heart was thumping loudly in her chest. She could see the hatred in Tamara’s eyes, but she did not let it shake her. She refused to look weak in front of this woman.Taking a breath, she sniffed softly and looked Tamara straight in the eye. “It’s quite weird, Miss Tamara. I thought you were a high-class lady, but it turns out you are just an attention-seeking woman who will say anything just to ruin the name of someone who has done nothing wrong to you.”Tamara went completely silent. The words hit her, and she lost her confidence for a second before a mean smile formed right back on her lips.“I love how defensive you are getting, Dora,” Tamara whispered, her voice sharp. “But I saw you coming out of that restroom hallway, Isadora. So tell me, why exactly were you and Mr. Alessio leaving the restroom at the exact same time?”Isadora smiled softly back at her, keeping her cool even though, deep down, her heart was hammering against her ribs.“The restroom was ma
Chapter 134. The hall erupted into a massive wave of cheers and loud applause. Down in the crowd, Mitchell was jumping up and down, smiling widely and clapping harder than anyone else.Isadora just stood there, completely numb. She couldn’t believe she had actually won. She couldn’t believe she had done this. As she stared down at the sea of people applauding her, a sweet, unfamiliar warmth bloomed in her chest. She really didn’t understand much about this high-society life, but being celebrated by random, powerful people made her feel incredibly happy. Aside from Mitchell, no one in her entire life had ever celebrated her before.The clapping slowly died down, and the spokesman turned to her with a wide smile.“Congratulations, Miss Isadora Martins, for being this year’s best-dressed guest and for being our people’s favorite. Your rewards are as listed on the screen behind me.”Isadora turned her head slightly, her jaw dropping as she read the list:* A brand-new designer dress from
Chapter 133. Isadora stood frozen in her spot, her heart hammering so hard against her ribs she was certain the people standing closest to her could hear it. Her breath hitched. My name? Did he just call my name?She was completely unable to speak, her mind refusing to process the words that had just left the spokesman’s mouth. She was just Isadora Martins. A girl who was drowning in medical bills, a girl who spent her days worrying about how to afford her next meal. Why on earth was her name being called in a room filled with the wealthiest people in the country?The entire hall erupted into a flurry of surprised whispers.“Who did he say? Isadora Martins? Who is she?”“Oh my, look at her. She is actually stunning. That red dress fits her like a glove.”“She is just there, honestly. I’ve seen better.”“Are you blind? She is gorgeous. Her skin is glowing.”The compliments heavily outweighed the few bitter words, but Isadora was too dazed to hear any of them clearly. She turned her he
Chapter 132.The moment the hammer met the wooden block, Isadora knew this was a done deal. But what she could not bring herself to understand was how a person could spend 1.8 million dollars buying a single piece of fabric. This was not her trying to reduce the hard work of the designers, but the price was just too ridiculous for her mind to grasp.Around her, the whispers of the crowd rose into a loud murmur.“Oh my goodness! Did he really do that? Did Mr. Bianchi just buy that dress for this price?”“Oh my! This company has really made a huge sale today. But who do you think he is buying it for?”“His daughter, obviously. Who else? She is so lucky.”The spokesman on the stage took the microphone again, calming the excited crowd.“As we all know,” he started, his voice booming clearly through the hall, “the second purpose of this event is to always grant vibrant people the opportunity to shine. Today, we have compiled a list of the best-dressed, and we would be pleased to invite the




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