Chapter 8

As soon as Isabella found Dylan's room and entered she closed the door and placed her hand on her chest and clutched the dress tightly. She couldn't bear the pain inside of her heart. She thought Dylan was serious but never thought he was just acting. She slowly sat on the cold floor and breathed heavily. Her chest was suffocating and her mind was empty. Unintentionally her tears came out of her eyes and she buried her face against her palms. She wanted to force her tears back but everytime she tried, her cries increased. Flashbacks surged into her mind how Dylan treated her in front of his family members. Kissing her forehead, pulling the chair out for her to sit, he acted like a well-mannered gentleman. His performance was flawless. He had successfully substantiated himself as a perfect husband who unconditionally loved and doted on his wife. He had appeased every relative in his family. He was just acting. But his acting made Isabella feel happy because she loved him. With a deep sigh Isabella forced herself to forget everything. She quickly stood up front on the floor and tried to enter the washroom. "Why the fuck are you crying?" Isabella was pulled back by her wrist and threw onto the bed. When did he come? Isabella didn't even hear him opening the door. Her hair strands were all over her face and she knew Dylan couldn't see her face clearly. Without looking at Dylan or showing her crying face to him Isabella tried to get up from the bed. "I asked you a question Isabella.." It's the first time he called her by her name but Isabella was just too hurt to be happy, if he called her name before she would have jumped up and down from happiness. Dylan raised her face by her chin and made her look at him. Isabella looked at him with tear filled eyes "I.. I'm not crying. My eyes just hurt. I also don't know why" Isabella smiled at Dylan and removed his hand from her face. Isabella's small action made Dylan freeze on the spot. Did she just remove his hand from her face? He looked at Isabella's face and she just got up from the bed and turned to leave but again her hand was grabbed by the man. Isabella turned and looked at him and saw the fury in his emerald eyes. "You wanted to marry me right?" He asked as he threw her against the wall. She hissed from pain and looked at the man in front of her. He was heartless towards her. He even hurt her again and again. It's been a week since she married him but yet she didn't get a single lovely word from him. Today she thought he's different and treating her well but all were just an act he used to fool everyone in his house. "F**CKING ANSWER ME ISABELLA" She shuddered under his dangerous gaze and his shout so she nodded at him with fear. His voice didn't reach outside because he was just controlling his very well. Dylan shouted at Isabella but the people in the house didn't hear anything. "Alright, let's play the game till one of us dies" A cold smirk appeared on his face as he watched her fear filled face. Dylan was just furious because Isabella removed his hand from her face. Because of his sudden anger he wanted to see her in pain. "Dylan it hurts.. Let me go?" Isabella bit her lower lip and asked him because she was just in a mood to argue with him or bear the painful words of him. Isabella saw the way Dylan looked at her and clenched his jaw from anger. "No. Not letting go" With an anger filled voice Dylan crashed his lips on Isabella. He placed his hands on Isabella's waist and gripped tightly without any gentleness. "Mmmmph… don't" Isabella pushed Dylan away with all her strength and wiped her mouth from her palm. Isabella's actions made Dylan's heart suffocate. He watched Isabella with a shocked face and he couldn't understand. Did she just push him away and wiped his saliva from her lips? What the fuck? "Isabella, You dared to push me away? Heh" Dylan's lips slowly curled upwards in a cruel way and he slowly stepped towards Isabella. He gently caught Isabella's chin and raised her face up and made her look at him. "Isabella have I ever told you that you look so fucking gorgeous? But unfortunately your gorgeous face disgusts me. Everytime I see you, my only wish is to never let me see you in the future." "I hate you with my everything because you fucking destroied what I wanted. A woman with a pretty face is a really disaster" Isabella's heart shook violently and her body went numb because of Dylan's hurtful remarks. Limitless tears rolled down from Isabella's cheek and she just couldn't believe. "Let's divorce. All I want is to divorce and be free from you. Disgusting woman" As soon as Dylan let go of Isabella and finished what he was talking, he turned to leave but his shirt was caught by the little hands and stopped him. "Let go" Without looking back at Isabella he said. Instead of letting him go she hugged him tightly while forgetting the rule he made. She buried her face against Dylan's back and inhaled her favorite scent. "I love you Dylan. I won't divorce and leave you till the day I die no matter how you treat me. You can go to the army and I won't stop you. I'll wait for you and after you come back we can have children" Dylan felt her hot tears through his shirt and his heart tightened because of the way she spoke. He stood there like an ice mountain without saying anything or doing anything. He didn't even stop Isabella from touching him. His eyes slowly fell on delicate hands that were hugging him. He watched the sparkling ring on her finger for a while and unintentionally smiled. She said she loves him but no matter what he's going to divorce her. "There's no coming back after I leave. Stop dreaming and you better sign the divorce papers." Dylan turned to Isabella and again pushed her against the wall with those words. "I'm sorry but I don't want to" Isabella shook her head and smiled at Dylan. Dylan's heart is covered with something annoying and strange. He pressed himself against her body and looked into her ocean blue eyes. "You're going against my word?" His voice made Isabella shudder but she forced herself to calm down and she nodded at him. With an evil smirk Dylan grabbed Isabella by her waist and pushed her onto the bed. He watched her fear-filled face while unbuckling his belt. "Dylan what are you doing? We're in your house. Please." Isabella spoke as she tried to get up from the bed. She didn't want to feel the pain that he gave her on the bed. He wasn't gentle, he was just venting his anger towards her while having sex. So she was scared to be in the same bed as him. "No… let them see how good our relationship is"