Rape?

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Isabella managed to open her eyes this time. The brightness from the lights in the room hit across her face. It hurt a lot.

She covered her hand on her face. For a minute, she thought it was her home even though the bed was softer. There was a time when their parents were alive and they have all these.

The bed back home, was soft and big as well. Each of them had his or her room. Life was comfortable until the loan sharks came. They destroyed everything and made life tough.

She managed to sit up on the bed. The room was well furnished even though there was no sign that anyone was staying there. The wardrobe was empty. No bag or shoe.

Isabella looked at the window. Nicholas was standing there with his back facing her.

Her heart skipped when she was him there. The last thing she remembered was that she was trying to leave the room and then, a strong man came from nowhere and hit her.

Isabella shook her head. The narration she was going to give, would make people to think Nicholas tried to injure her. They bumped into each other by mistake.

She wanted their first meeting to be epic. Isabella already planned what it would look like.

She was going to pretend to fall, then he would save her. They will get to know each other that way. It was much better than this stupid thing that happened few minutes ago.

Isabella searched for her bag. It was beside her. She looked into it and brought out her phone. There were seventeen missed calls. Her siblings must have been worried about her whereabouts.

Quickly, she swiped up and went to the dial section. The missed calls were from Miguel. A little frown settled on her pale face. Rosa and Julian did not call. She was expecting theirs and not his.

"How are you feeling?" he asked all of a sudden. Nicholas left the window and came to where she laid.

Isabella was scared. However, she nodded before he finds out that she knew more than a caretaker should know.

"You fainted after the accident. I hope you are feeling better right now?" he asked with his hands in the pockets of his pants.

"I'm fine, sir. If you don't mind," She flung the blanket to the other side, revealing her sexy thighs. Isabella froze. He looked away yet it was not enough. He saw them.

The dress she wore was not on her body anymore. It was a long sleeve shirt. A cold shiver ran through her body as she gave it a thought. He defiled her… it was a rape case.

Tears began to formed in her eyes as tried to speak up. Isabella drew the blanket up and covered herself. How earth was she going to live with this?

A man that murdered her parents, slept with her. It was the worst scenario. He was her nightmare and never fails to surprise her whenever they met. Looking at his handsome but wicked face, she noticed that he was not ashamed.

"Are you happy now?" Isabella asked, as tears ran down her cheeks. She knew that controlling them was harder than anything. It was the pain. Her heart was broken this evening.

"Maybe," he replied in a low tone just like his father. A smile curled on his lips and he took few steps closer. "How are you feeling?"

"Seriously?" her eyes widened in shock. Was that supposed to be the type of questions, he should ask? She was expecting to hear him apologize. He wronged her. "Is that all you can say?"

Nicholas did not uttered any word. He stood, with his eyes fixed on her.

"I should have know that you will always be a shit head," she cursed as she noticed that his suit jacket was on the edge of the bed. His tie was on the chair in the room.

The sleeves of his white shirt was folded, up to his elbow. The neck buttons were opened. She could see his bare chest from here. Her lipstick stained his shirt. With the way, the bed was unarranged, Isabella understood what happened.

She almost screamed in the room. It was something she never imagined in her life. Who was she going to tell this to?

"I know you are confused and not yourself now but you need rest after everything that happened," He told her.

Maybe he shouldn't. Isabella's mood changed and she became angrier than before. A sudden rage clouded her eyes and she came down from the bed. Every part of body hurts. She did not want to imagine all the things he did to her while she was asleep.

"Is this how you treat women around you?" she asked. He nodded with no guilt at all. Isabella was taken aback. He was wrong but his confidence was out of the world. "You do not deserve any sympathy then. I wish you a quick death, asshole."

Rosa was right. Working for the Mafias was a terrible idea. They did not value women like she had thought. Don Nicholas used her as if she was some piece of rag. To make it worse, he drugged her before the rape.

"Are you angry about it?" he asked. "I did not enjoy what happened at all. I spent hours with you instead of going out to look for my sister.

She rolled her eyes and tried to walk to the bathroom but her body was weak. Nicholas was there at that moment. He held unto her tightly.

"You have a bad mouth yet, you need my help," His hand slipped around her waist and he held it tightly.

A frown appeared on her face as she struggled to be free. He did not let go. Isabella could not describe what she felt at the moment. She was naked under the shirt. When he lifted her up, her left breast pressed against his sexy chest.

Quickly, she discarded the unholy thought. He wasn't the man to make her feel those sex urge. Isabella tried to bring back those memories. The night her parents were killed. It was the only way to stopped the feeling.

He walked to the door that led to the bathroom and stopped. The door was closed. He needed a push.

Instead of the bathroom, the door of the room flung opened. Isabella was disappointed to see both his mother and aunt in the room. Luciano was there as well.

She closed her eyes to stop the humiliation. It was over!