Chapter 914

Isabella fought back.

So he beat her.

He beat her until she was covered in wounds, then dragged her out to hand her over to the casino.

At that exact moment, Sebastian’s call came through again.

That was her only salvation.

Isabella answered the call.

And then, Sebastian took her away from that man’s clutches.

However, this didn’t mean she had been given a new life.

Sebastian covered up everything for her.

He allowed her to maintain the lavish spending of a Lancaster heiress, letting her live in a mansion and providing her with a butler and maids.

Whatever material luxuries she had enjoyed while with the Lancaster family, she still had access to now.

But p>

Sebastian was a psycho.

At first, Isabella thought Sebastian had truly fallen for her and was simply one of her devoted suitors.

She only found out later.

She was nothing more than one of the man’s sick fetishes.

Because she had been so unattainable, so arrogant and conceited.

Sebastian wanted to drag her through the mud and viciously defile her.

What he felt for her couldn’t even remotely be considered genuine affection.

When Sebastian was in a bad mood, he would make her collapse to the floor and crawl to him to serve his needs.

If she showed even a hint of resistance.

He would force her to bark.

He even forced her into wearing outfits she absolutely despised.

But to maintain this illusion of grandeur, to preserve her glamorous life p>

She refused to go back to Rusty Quarters, and she definitely didn’t want her so- called biological father selling her to a casino.

She had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure it.

In the beginning, she couldn’t accept Sebastian’s sick preferences and still tried to

put on the airs of an untouchable Campus Queen.

But now, Sebastian had broken her into complete submission.

She was impossibly obedient.

She sat silently at Sebastian’s feet, resting her head against his knee.

The man reached out and tipped her chin up. “Did you have a good time back at school today p>

The wounds Arthur Doyle had inflicted on Sebastian hadn’t fully healed, there were still visible

bruises around the corners of his mouth and on his neck.

Under the light, his face looked both refined and ruthlessly dangerous.

Isabella’s body trembled slightly, but she forced a gentle smile onto her face. “Y-yes, I did p>

“Did you?” Sebastian suddenly laughed.

The hand gripping her chin jerked violently, throwing her onto the floor. “Since you’re

so happy, let me hear you beg p>

Isabella lay prone on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes.

The humiliation!

It was the ultimate, crushing degradation.

But she didn’t dare fight back.

Without Sebastian, she would be absolutely nothing.

“Please… please p>

She opened her trembling mouth and let out a few pitiful whimpers.

Sebastian curled his lips into a satisfied smirk and took a sip of his wine.

Yet his eyes betrayed an obvious sense of boredom.

Dragging an arrogant heiress down into the dirt and breaking her until she was obedient was fun at first, but after a while, it just became dull.

Boring.

Isabella had been trained well enough by now to recognize the danger the moment

she saw that expression on his face.

She clenched her fingers.

If she didn’t do something quickly p>

She would be the one suffering later.

If he hurt her so badly that the

marks were obvious, how would she

be able to go to school tomorrow?

How could she keep up the

ve

glamorous charade of being the Lancaster heiress?

Isabella steeled her resolve.

She immediately crawled toward

Sebastian, propped herself up

to patch

slightly and parted her lips to catch

the rim of the wine glass he was

holding carelessly by the sofa.

Sipping directly from his glass, she slowly took a mouthful of red wine.

She then straightened up and pressed her red lips to his, kissing him deeply.

The taste of red wine flooded between their lips.