All Chapters of My Mysterious Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ISABELLA'S POV ~The air crackled with electricity as the growl emanated from George's throat, the low, animalistic sound reverberating through the tense, silent room. His eyes flashed with rage, the darkness consuming the irises, and I could practically see the veins bulging in his neck.The room held its breath as everyone waited for George's next move. He took a menacing step towards me, his frame towering over my smaller one, before suddenly halting in his tracks, as though some thought had crossed his mind. His gaze bore into me with disgust, making my blood boil. The thin layer of sweat coating my palms grew thicker, and my heart thundered in my chest."And who asked for your opinion?" he spat. My chest heaved as I fought to keep my composure, refusing to back down. “What's your name again?" Susan, standing nearby, gave me a pleading look, her eyes begging me to back down and to answer George's question before I got into trouble with the volatile George. But my pride would not

ISABELLA'S POV ~"Shut the fuck up, you bitch!" Alex snarled, flinging me into the room. My heels, already shaky, betrayed me, and I hit the ground with a hard thud, my face smashing against the ground and bruising my nose. I broke into sobs, crawling away, my body trembling with fear and pain.Memories of the past, dark and twisted, rose up in my mind, threatening to overwhelm me. I shook my head, trying to push them away, but they wouldn't be silenced. For goodness sake, they just wouldn't be silenced!"No, no, no," I whispered, my voice barely a whisper as the sobs wracked my body. I knew I couldn't break down, not now, not here, but my mind was spiraling into darkness.I had to fight, had to get away, but the terror was suffocating, overwhelming."Fuck!" Alex spat, his blood spraying the tiles. I watched the droplet fall, my body tensing as he growled, his eyes full of murderous rage. He wiped the blood from his lip with his sleeve, his gaze settling on me, sending a chill down my

ISABELLA'S POV ~I tremble as I cling to Ryan, my heart racing and my mind reeling. I can still feel the lingering touch of Alex, the memory of his leering gaze and the threat of violence still fresh in my mind. But Ryan's presence is a balm to my battered soul.He holds me like I'm a fragile piece of glass, his arms cradling me as if I'm the most precious thing in the world. He holds me so close that I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, a steady rhythm that calms me and reminds me that I'm safe.As the Uber pulls up to our home, Ryan doesn't let go of me. He carries me to the bedroom, my arms wrapped around his neck, my face buried in his shoulder. I feel protected, sheltered, as if the world can't touch me when I'm in his arms.Ryan carefully lays me down on the bed, his face a mask of concern and love. Despite the blood that stains his clothes, he doesn't let go of me. He knows that I need him, that I need his strength and his love to chase away the darkness that still linger

RYAN'S POV~My gaze immediately snapped to the door as the sound of bare feet padding away resonated through the room. I caught the shadow of Isabella gliding away, and a small, involuntary smile curved my lips.Quickly, I shook my head and shifted my focus back to the stove, tasting the dish and ensuring it was perfect for my beloved wife. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine cooking for a woman, let alone with such tenderness and love that she’d savor every bite.I turned off the stove, fishing for my cell phone in my apron. After several rings, my brother's slurred voice echoed through the line. “Shit! Always ruining my morning with your calls. Can’t I get any rest from you?”I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for his games."I called you to inform you that George must be dismissed immediately, while you give an adequate replacement of Cindy as the chief designer." I ordered. "You’re aware of what happened with my wife. I won’t tolerate a repeat of that. You are the primary inve

ISABELLA'S POV ~"Do you have her?" a voice hissed, its familiarity sending a chill down my spine.“Yes we do, sir." Another replied.My head pounded like a war drum, each thud sending a wave of nausea through my body. I tried to open my eyes, but the world was a blur of spinning shapes and colors. Through the haze, I caught glimpses of faces - sinister, leering faces that seemed to loom over me like vultures.My throat felt extremely parched, I opened my mouth to utter just a word when a command followed next, “Knock her unconscious, we're almost at the venue."My heart dropped and yet I couldn't even protest or try to move. Before I could think of reacting, a hard surface landed once again at the side of my head, where a throbbing pain was occuring. Everywhere turned entirely black once more.~ ~ ~The more I tried to sit up, the more my head throbbed, sending spikes of pain through my skull. But as I glanced down at my hands, I froze in h