  The next morning Isabella woke up with the same sourness of her body. Last night's memories surge into her mind and she forces herself to forget the pain he gave her last night. Isabella tried to get up but she felt something heaving on her chest. She looked down and saw a muscular hand freely hugging her breasts. Isabella turned her head and looked at Dylan's sleeping face. Isabella's heartbeat increased as she watched how innocent he looked while he was sleeping. His eyes were shut and his thin lips were parted slightly. Isabella smiled and slowly traveled her fingers through his face gently. She didn't want to wake him up.
      Isabella stopped her fingers on his eyebrows and slowly drew circles on it gently. After watching his face for a while she removed his hand from her chest and sat up on the bed. She placed her feet on the cold floor and tried to stand up because she felt num

  After throwing the little boy out of the room Dylan closed the door with a loud bang. Then he looked at Isabella and strode towards the washroom with an angry expression. Isabella watched him and bit her lower lip because she couldn't understand why he was angry so suddenly. Isabella got up from the bed and quickly wore Dylan's shirt. Then after a while Dylan came out of the washroom while wiping his wet hair.
      His eyes fell on Isabella and he watched her for a while clenching his jaws.
      &quot;Take off. Didn't I tell you to not tower my fucking clothes. DON'T TOUCH MY THINGS&quot; Isabella gasped because of his angry voice. She looked at his furious face and she couldn't understand why he's angry. Wasn't he the one who covered her with his shirt? What's wrong with him now?
      &quot;Dylan, why? I'm your wife. Why can't I just wear your shirts?&quot; Isabella asked him with 

  With an evil smirk Dylan got into the bed and removed Isabella's clothes. Isabella struggled wanting to break free from his hurtful touch but she failed like always.
      &quot;Dylan please…. Don't..it hurts when you weren't gentle&quot; Finally Isabella's broken and low voice came as Dylan stopped his actions and looked at her.
      &quot;Isabella, divorce me&quot; Dylan's deep voice made Isabella shudder. She didn't want to divorce. She loved him and she will never leave him. Isabella looked into his cold emerald eyes and shook her head.
      &quot;No, You can hurt me as much as you want but I will never sign divorce papers. I'm sorry.&quot; Isabella smiled at him and said.
      &quot;Enjoy your time then&quot; Those words made Dylan go furious and he thrusted into her with a great force.
      &quot;Ahhh…&quot; Isabella cried from pain but she quickly covered her mouth with her both palms because she didn't want anyone to hear her voice or what's happening inside of the room. Isabella clutched the quilt tightly and closed her eyes.
      &quot;Isabella, you are making things hard for me. So you'll only get pain because of your own decision.&quot; Dylan whispered against Isabella's ear as he speedened his movements.
      Isabella opened her eyes which were filled with tears that didn't come out and looked at Dylan. She stared at him for a while and nodded with a smile that was filled with pain, love and sadness. Dylan's heart tightened and he chuckled because he wanted to get rid of her innocent smile from his head.
      'This woman is making me fall in love with her.. Fuck..' With that thought Dylan's heart suddenly covered with fear. He shouldn't fall in love. No.. He's going to the army and make his brother's wish come true. His fear suddenly turned into an anger towards Isabella and he bent down and bit her shoulder hard.
      &quot;Even if you kill me I won't divorce you Dylan. I just loved always&quot; Isabella spoke through her pain and smiled before closing her eyes. The only thing she wanted was to fall asleep as soon as possible because then she won't feel the pain Dylan was giving her.
      When Dylan finishes his actions Isabella is already asleep. He got up from the bed and stared at Isabella. Her hair was spread all over the pillow and her face but Dylan could red lips and half of her face. That sight was just simply breathtaking. His eyes fell on her body that was filled with his hickeys and his bite marks. Some marks are so red.
      With a clenching heart Dylan covered Isabella's body with the quilt and kissed her forehead. He sighed and went into the washroom as he took a shower. Then he changed into grey sweatpants and grabbed a black shirt and wore it without buttoning it. Dylan went downstairs and saw the time was almost twelve in the night. He rubbed his forehead slightly and sighed because he went into the room before nine o'clock. So again he lost his sanity because of her and because of her taste.
      &quot;Dylan. Here you are&quot; Dylan heard his mother's voice and he looked at her and saw she was frowning at him.
      &quot;Yes mom?&quot; He sat on the sofa and leaned against it while looking at his mother.
      &quot;Isabella? Where is she?&quot; Dylan watched his mother's face as she sat beside him and at the same time Dylan's father also came and sat next to Dylan's mother.
      &quot;She's sleeping.&quot; While grabbing an apple from the fruit plate on the center table Dylan spoke lazily.
      &quot;I was just having sex with her mom. She's exhausted. You want a grandchild soon right?&quot; Dylan smiled shamelessly at his parents and spoke. Dylan's parents watched him for a while and sighed.
      &quot;Dylan see? You don't have to go to the army and especially you can't leave her and go. So if you still think about going please drop that idea&quot; Dylan's mom spoke as she forcefully smiled at her stubborn son.
      &quot;Of course, you made me marry her to stop me from going to the army so I can't go against your words right?&quot; Dylan mockery made his mother's heart cold.
      &quot;Dylan I know you're still angry about what happened but don't you dare to hurt her to vent your anger. You know her and she was just an innocent girl. Don't be heartless to her, okay? I know you're not because Isabella told me that you treat her well and care about her so that's good. I saw it today and I always wanted you to be happy. Just have a good life with her&quot; Dylan's mother said with a worried smile because she still couldn't believe what she saw.
      Her son was treating Isabella better and she thought Dylan would hurt her because of his anger but today she saw the way her son cared about Isabella and her heart filled with happiness. Dylan watched his mother for a while and recalled what she said. Did Isabella tell her that I treat her well? He asked himself with a shock and at the same time guilt washed over him because of the way he treated Isabella.
      &quot;I won't hurt my wife. I'll take care of her and she'll give birth to your grandson soon and we will be a happy family'' Dylan smiled at his parents. Again he acted in front of them like he loves his wife.
      &quot;Great baby, you're the best&quot; Dylan's mother smiled happily and wrapped her arm around Dylan's dad.
      &quot;But why didn't you go home for a week?&quot; Suddenly Dylan's father spoke with a cold voice.
      &quot;Dad, I had so much work and things so I couldn't go to her but I promise that I won't do it again.&quot; Dylan sighed and looked at his father's suspicious emerald eyes. His father nodded at him.
      &quot;I'm going to sleep&quot; With that Dylan stood up from the sofa as he walked upstairs. As soon as he left the living room his heart turned cold and eyes became red and slowly an unfamiliar smirk appeared on his face.
      &quot;Dylan you'll never have a happy family with her. Just go to the fucking army and do what I always wanted to do. If she became a trouble in the future just kill that little wife of you&quot;
      &quot;Okay brother.&quot; That smirk slowly faded and replaced Dylan's normal face as he answered his brother Damen. Damen was his other part and his lost twin brother. Dylan entered his room and laid on the bed while looking at Isabella's innocent face. Then he slowly caressed her face and sighed.
      &quot;How am I supposed to kill this woman? I know she will become a goddamn trouble in the future but I can't bear to kill her like Damen said&quot; Dylan thought as his eyes became heavy.

The next morning Isabella woke up with the same sourness of her body. Last night's memories surge into her mind and she forces herself to forget the pain he gave her last night. Isabella tried to get up but she felt something heaving on her chest. She looked down and saw a muscular hand freely hugging her breasts. Isabella turned her head and looked at Dylan's sleeping face. Isabella's heartbeat increased as she watched how innocent he looked while he was sleeping. His eyes were shut and his thin lips were parted slightly. Isabella smiled and slowly traveled her fingers through his face gently. She didn't want to wake him up.
      Isabella stopped her fingers on his eyebrows and slowly drew circles on it gently. After watching his face for a while she removed his hand from her chest and sat up on the bed. She placed her feet on the cold floor and tried to stand up because she felt numbness between her legs.
      Suddenly,
      Isabella's wrist caught by a hand and pulled her back

Chapter 10