Chapter 474
The moment Alexander carried Isabella into the room, stripping her clothes, violating and humiliating her—
She had flickers of awareness through it all.
But her body refused to obey.
Her limbs were leaden, her eyelids too heavy to lift.
She couldn’t fight back.
That helplessness made the violation even crueler.
She would’ve rather been unconscious.
Better yet—dead.
Tears spilled from Isabella’s eyes as she let out a broken sob, writhing in Nathan’s arms.
“Don’t touch me! Please—don’t!”
“Isabella! Look at me.” Nathan’s voice cracked, his grip tightening around her. Tears shimmered in his eyes. “It’s me. Nathan.”
His chest burned as if a jagged blade had carved through it, his heart ripped out and crushed in a merciless fist.
Hearing his voice, a flicker of recognition passed through Isabella’s vacant gaze.
She stared at him—first in disbelief, then tentative hope.
“Nathan?”
He choked on his words, nodding desperately.
“What happened?” Her breath hitched as she noticed the blood staining his left eye. In that moment, her own pain was forgotten—her only concern was for him.
Evangeline’s eyes burned crimson, her chest heaving with fury.
Why did this couple have to suffer so much?
What sin had they committed to deserve such torment?
Her rage surged—not just at Byron, but at Emeric.
Byron was vile, but if Emeric hadn’t forced Isabella into an engagement with Avery, none of this would’ve happened.
Byron had ignored Isabella before.
Now, suddenly, he was obsessed.
Using her as a pawn to gain power over the Chambers Group.
Disgusting.
“It’s okay.” Nathan’s voice was rough, tears mingling with blood as they slid down his face. “I’m here. I’ll take you away.”
He tried to lift her, but Isabella shoved him back.
“We’re over, Nathan.”
He froze, staring at her pale face. “No. I refuse.” His voice was steel. “I’d rather die than lose you.”
“I’m tainted.” Her attempt at a smile shattered him. “I’m not worthy of you anymore.”
“Don’t say that!” His grip tightened. “You could never be tainted. You’re perfect. I’ll love you no matter what.”
Isabella shook her head. “If I stay with you like this, I’ll never forgive myself. You deserve better.”
Evangeline turned away, wiping her tears furiously.
Her gaze landed on a vase.
She grabbed it and smashed it against the wall.
Shards exploded, leaving only a jagged, lethal neck in her hand.
“Byron, you filthy animal!” Her voice was a snarl. “I’ll castrate you!”
Byron, sprawled on the floor like a wounded rat, let out a shrill scream.
A dark stain spread across the carpet beneath him.
The once-arrogant heir was now a trembling mess.
As Evangeline lunged, Thaddeus caught her wrist.
“Are you stopping me?” She glared at him, chest heaving.
“No.” His voice was soft, coaxing. “I just don’t want you to dirty your hands.”
His fingers slid over hers, gently prying the shard from her grip.
Evangeline exhaled, rationality returning.
Thaddeus’s expression darkened.
With a sharp snap, he crushed the vase’s neck into dust.
Evangeline blinked.
Damn.
That was hot.
But didn’t that hurt?
Thaddeus dusted off his hands. “No need for weapons. I could snap his neck with my bare hands.”
Byron’s face twisted in panic. “You—you wouldn’t dare! My father will destroy you!”
Evangeline smirked. “Perfect. I’ve been waiting to dismantle the Chambers family.”
She drove her stiletto into Byron’s hand, pinning him like a bug.
He howled.
“You asked for this.” Her voice was ice. “And Bertha’s next.”
Bertha?
Had Evangeline uncovered their conspiracy?
Fear choked Byron. “You—you have no proof! Your sister was all over me! She wanted it!”
Isabella trembled with rage.
But how could she prove otherwise? She’d been helpless.
Nathan roared, “You’re lying! You drugged her!”
Byron sneered. “Where’s your evidence? Even the surveillance shows her clinging to me!”
Thaddeus’s foot pressed down on Byron’s spine.
A sickening crack echoed.
Byron screamed as his tailbone shattered.
Evangeline wanted to drive her heel through his skull. “Isabella doesn’t drink! You drugged her!”
“Prove it,” Byron taunted, panting through the pain.
Just then, a chilling voice cut through the room.
“Do you really think you covered your tracks?”
Cassius stepped forward, tossing something onto the floor.
Byron’s secretary—hogtied, limbs twisted unnaturally.
His tendons had been severed.
Byron’s blood ran cold.
The secretary whimpered. “I—I’ll talk! Mr. Chambers made me get liquid ecstasy! It leaves no trace!”
Liquid ecstasy?
Thaddeus frowned. “What’s that?”
Chasel’s expression darkened. “GHB. Overdose causes unconsciousness, disorientation—total vulnerability.”
A chill swept through the room.
Nathan gripped Isabella’s shoulders. “Did you drink anything?”
She shook her head. “Just juice. Nothing else.”
Byron laughed hysterically. “No proof! She threw herself at me!”
His smug grin faltered as Cassius stepped forward.
“Wrong.” His voice was deadly. “We have your secretary’s confession.”
Byron’s face paled.
Game over.