"So this is it? The Cruz family's eldest daughter can't even stay home for one night. Can't wait a single day after breaking off the engagement before running off to play around?"
He leaned closer, breath hot with accusation. "That's why you're coming back at this hour, isn't it?"
Then he spat the words she never thought he would dare to say.
"Isabella, you acted pure for years. But I didn't know you were such a cheap little sl\*t."
For half a second, the world went soundless—until someone inside the villa roared.
"Brandon! You ungrateful brat! What are you saying?" It was Anthony, his father, furious.
Isabella tore herself free, smoothing her collar with stiff fingers. Her expression remained calm, but her knuckles were white.
Before she could say anything, a frantic female voice rushed forward.
"Oh my God! Isabella, what happened to you last night? Why didn't you come home? We were all so worried!"
