Chapter 913
Night fell.
In an upscale apartment complex in Vaelion City.
Isabella drove her limited-edition red sports car back to the apartment.
She parked the car.
The butler stepped forward immediately to take her keys.
Isabella tilted her head up, looking at the luxuriously decorated apartment that felt
more like a gilded cage.
Her fingers tightened.
This was the place that allowed her to maintain her glamorous facade.
It was how she escaped that place that felt like Rusty Quarters.
How she escaped her bloodsucking father.
But it was also… her nightmare.
“Miss Isabella Thorne, please come in,” another maid said respectfully, walking to
the door and looking at Isabella standing outside.
And the moment the maid finished speaking.
Isabella’s body went completely rigid, her pupils shrinking in terror.
Her mouth opened slightly, wanting to ask a question.
But seeing the maid standing there with her head bowed, completely silent.
Isabella’s heart plummeted like a stone.
She pressed her lips together and took a deep breath.
She stepped forward and walked into the apartment.
The interior was pitch black.
The darkness was suffocating.
Isabella flicked on the lights.
She saw a man in a crisp white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses with a delicate chain, looking every bit the refined gentleman. He was sitting on the sofa, gently swirling a glass of red wine.
The moment the lights flared.
He seemed momentarily blinded, squinting against the glare.
It took a long moment before he opened his eyes again.
“You’re back p>
The man’s voice was smooth and melodic, incredibly pleasant to the ear.
But the second she heard that voice, the designer bag in Isabella’s hand dropped to the floor.
“You’re an adult now, how can you
still be so clumsy?” The man sighed softly, his tone sounding overwhelmingly affectionate
that the bag you begged me to buy for you p>
He patted the space next to him. “Come here. Sit p>
Isabella immediately hurried over in her heels and collapsed at his feet. “Sebastian p>
The man before her was the eldest son of the Doyle family, Sebastian Doyle.
It was Sebastian who had dragged her out of Rusty Quarters.
Back then, she had been grabbed by the man who claimed to be her biological father. He had snatched the bag she had just bought, stolen the rest of the of the money Agnes had left
för her, and even tried to strip the clothes right off her back.
And because she had squandered two million dollars until only a few hundred thousand were left, he had grabbed a wooden stool and beaten her half to death.
Then, he had simply walked away.
Her joy at supposedly reclaiming her status as the Lancaster heiress had only lasted for a few fleeting hours.
Covered in bruises, she had lain on that filthy floor for an entire day and night.
She didn’t slowly regain consciousness until her stomach was cramping violently from starvation.
She had huddled in that dilapidated room.
Staring at the broken-down house and the utter devastation around her.
She felt like she was losing her mind.
She couldn’t live like that.
And that was when p>
Sebastian’s phone call came through.
The Doyle family had previously only been ranked as a second-tier prominent family.
Sebastian had pursued her for a very long time.
But the old Isabella had been completely unattainable, too proud to ever look twice
at a rich kid from a second-tier family like Sebastian.
The only man she had ever wanted to marry was Nicholas Blackwood.
She had always treated Sebastian with nothing but dismissive disdain. Isabella had always been proud.
She absolutely refused to let anyone know she had lost her power, and she certainly didn’t want anyone fr their social circle to know she was no longer the Lancaster heiress.
She didn’t even dare to answer Sebastian’s call.
Later p>
The man claiming to be her biological father came back.
Reeking of alcohol and radiating violence.
He ranted that he had taken the money to gamble, and because she was cursed
with bad luck, he had ended up losing millions of dollars.
Now, he was going to use her to pay off his debts.