Chapter 10

Isabella felt dirty. She felt the same way the first time Gabriel had sex with her. Hours she spent under the shower trying to console herself, trying to assure herself that things would be okay. Back then, she had told herself that she wouldn't regret her decisions. Years after, nothing was okay. No amount of days spent under the shower could assure her of better days in Gabriel Manifold's house. As she gathered her mattress into a corner of her office, Isabella immediately cringed. The pain from that deadly evening was still there, her body wept and her whole being was crying for help. But then, she was tired. Fighting was a ridiculous thing to her at that moment. She just wanted to give up or maybe give in. She was sold off to her husband anyway, she might as well give him the opportunity to use her the way he wanted. She could give up the company and become a sit-at-home wife who does nothing but follow her husband's words. Occasionally, she could visit her father... Her