His broken wings

Isabella

The night air is cold and freezing, but who cares? Music is played loudly from the clubhouse, there's nothing wrong with a drink that suits everyone. Isabella, a blonde woman with a doll face, petite body and distinctive gray eyes, from the size of her eyeballs to every little detail of her face, she looks like a doll. "One drink, please?" asked half-drunk Isabella, and the bartender gave her one and as many as she asked. "Hello beautiful, it's time for you to go, your mother will kill me if she finds out how spoiled you are" said Jack, it was his bodyguard, muscular and cowardly, She didn't know much about the story, but he was very nice. In her work, the only daughter of a multimillionaire business owner, she has never been seen alone. "You're not funny Jack, I've been through enough hell to not be happy," answered half-drunk Linda. Jack shook his head as he carried her out of the bar. Isabella is not always like that, she has just heard the news of her parents' divorce and has to relieve stress. "When we get home, you'll be happy in your bedroom" Jack muttered to her as he carried her to the car, she really didn't know her life was going to get scarier, Mr. Donald Henry, CEO of GOLDEN OIL AGENCY Isabella's father is bankrupt due to a divorce and will use Isabella as collateral.

Jack looked out the window, why does a sweet lady like Isabella deserve a father like Mr. Donald, he is the worst of all fathers, sleeping with so many maids has begun to indulge gambling, which he was very good at, until recently he started to let loose, obviously younger and smarter men were getting into it, in the face of his tyranny over his only daughter, it seemed like she was still a child wild, for he had never been so kind to the poor girl. 25 years old, she is a perfect girl, studied abroad, working for her father. "We're back," Jack informed the sleeping Isabella. "Don't tell me she's drunk, my poor princess," Charlotte's mother Isabella greeted as she opened the door for her.

Charlotte and Jack made sure she was taken to her room, she has never been brought home in such state, she thought to herself, although they were close, but Isabella doesn't share her pain with her, which hurts her sometime, she is an adult so it's expected, she consoled herself.

"I want to marry Isabella for two months, if after two months I decide to make her my own forever that is settled, otherwise the agreement is still in effect. This will work out. your debt and get you back on your feet" Nicholas' voice echoes through research, he's the CEO of 'JOHNSONS HOUSING', a multi-billion dollar company venturing into real estate real estate, you can call him a business tycoon. "It won't be a problem, my daughter listens to me." Henry smiled triumphantly. Everything fell into place in the end, "I hope I can at least see her, because I can't wait to see her beautiful face," Nicholas replied as he got up and walked away. at the door, leaving Henry smiling awkwardly. "Sure, follow me," he replied as he led her into the room. As Isabella was lying in bed, covered with blankets and sleeping as if there were less worries in the world, Isabella's father left the room for Nicholas without any worries.

His face looked innocent and perfectly calm, fast asleep, or so he thought. Isabella has a strong instinct she feels when a stranger enters her room. From the moment her father and a strange man entered, she was as awake as a flute because she drank a lot of alcohol and vomited up to her lungs. The air was filled with the strong scent of men's perfume, his aural were of the dominant type. Isabella always kept a knife safely under her pillow, an old habit she had formed since childhood, her childhood must have been traumatic. Isabella could feel his hand on her bed moving slowly toward her covered legs, she just waited for his hand to touch hers before knocking. She felt the man's shadow leave the bed, then heard footsteps approaching above her, his phone beeped making him curse silently, he left her side to the side of the door. and started paying attention to his phone. Isabella knew her father was a man of many things, but allowing a strange man into her room was beyond her imagination. Otherwise why is he in her room and refuses to leave even his phone rings can he be friends she immediately ignores him she knows all her cousins and none of them have this aural.

She wanted to scream, but she knew that if she did, she wouldn't know who was in her room, she was a woman of logic, brave I must say. Her mind drifting to her experience of being raped, the powerful dark character saw her go camping with her friends. She was left alone in the crib, she screamed a lot, but no one came, not even her friends, her face was cold with intense pain clinging all over her body, her ears were not involved. nothing to the strange man in his room, but the memory still came to him. Even though she was suffering alone, no one knew, she was only 16 years old and stupid, she thought.

The strange man walked over to her bed again, this time sitting next to her. Overconfident, carefree, his head could be smashed in an instant. "She's beautiful, that's for sure," the odd man said with an Italian accent. This caught Isabella off guard, made her blush, he was so stupid, she thought, he might want to harm her. Her hand was now in her hair as Isabella clutched her knife waiting for the perfect moment to strike. His breathing was so normal it made his head spin, 'just get a little closer,' thought Isabella.

Even though he could read her mind, he still brought his face closer to hers, examining every little detail as the bedside lamp turned on, his eyes closed and relaxed, pulling down her seductively small lips. Then, like a wolf, Isabella jumped out of the blankets, turned Nicholas around, and brought the knife to his neck. Nicholas was shocked by this, the way her arms were wrapped around his neck and the feeling of a sharp object cutting into his skin only scared him if only for a second. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?", Isabella asked in a firm voice.

Nicholas

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?" Her voice rose, it was a beautiful voice that kept ringing in his head. "I'm your future husband," Nicholas replied, almost laughing. in his face, so much joy would bring him he smiled to himself, the knife dug deeper into his neck, he could have sworn he was slashed "some kind of joke" answered Isabella with exasperation. anger is written in her voice. "Just let go and we can talk more about it," suggested Nicholas as he felt uncomfortable with his position. Isabella got up from the bed, then realizing how big he was, she slowly let go of the knife handle. behind him and then ask him to turn around slowly.

Her grip on him was firm and controlling, she must be a fitness person, Nicholas thought to himself, the seductive smell that arose from her intimacy kept him smiling, not mindful of the wildness of her act. It was a mixture of rose and famine product, nothing he had ever smell before. Her heartbeat could be heart beating fast, wondering how she managed her hand from shaking, 'impressive' Nicholas thought. "your grip should be released if you really want me to turn, I might hurt myself if I do that now" Nicholas said, she faintly released her grip on him, slowly and gently.

Nicholas turned to look at a tall Blondie whose hair was styled, long and full, and shining like a Barbie figure. Her eyes are large and gray, all of them glowing with anger, making her look more beautiful, her nose pointed and artistic, her small lips and one of her attention-grabbing features. She looked gorgeous, he swallowed in conviction. "Start talking, Mr." Isabella said again while observing the man in front of her, he was definitely not cheating because his eyes were looking straight into hers.

At this point, Nicholas wanted to bring her home for the moment, her confidence, her rage, and the way she controlled herself had nothing to do with her father's description. "Interesting..." Nicholas said in shock at the woman in front of him, "you really think I'm joking? I guess you need something more convincing," Isabella replied with obvious irritation. She hurriedly went to her drawer and pull out a gun.

"No, no, you don't have to," Nicholas replied, moving away from Isabella, who was pointing the gun at him. "Then tell me the truth," Isabella replied with a hint of emotion. "Your father's company went bankrupt and you are his collateral damage," Nicholas replied with a smug, almost heartbroken expression. She looked worn out and shocked, pale and lifeless, she looked as if she was going to faint at any moment. "So you were the savior from the downfall of our business that he spoke so proudly of?" Isabella asked with betrayal written in her voice "Yes, it's me" Nicholas answered in a calm voice. "So there is nothing like a loan or something?" Isabella asked almost in tears, "No, there is nothing like that" Nicholas replied, she was deceived by her father who bragged about having everything under control, saying he would get a convenient loan that will take care of everything very soon.

Isabella walked past him and towards her father's office with a gun in hand. Nicholas was scared to follow, she looked too cold to joke. The office was closed when she got there, she quietly opened it and found her father sitting like smoking a pipe, at first Henry wanted to talk to her in his usual harsh way then his eyes turned to her. to the gun in his hand talking to his heart. leap. "What are you doing with a gun Isabella" he asked with obvious fear "I came here to kill you, father" Isabella replied in a cold voice she pointed the gun at him, making Henry shiver and stunned, he'd never seen Isabella in that light, she's been submissive to him her whole life, he doesn't know she even knows how to use a gun, "Put down the gun Isabella" voice Nicholas came from behind. "This madman must die, I've been holding back my whole life to not shoot a bullet into his brain," Isabella yelled, immediately her mother ran into the room with a dazed look on her face. "Isabella put the gun down" she begged with tears in her eyes.

One thing Isabella hates is seeing her mother cry "Mom, you really shouldn't be here, he's no use in our lives, I'm so tired of seeing him. How made my life miserable," Isabella said with tears in her eyes. she pulled the trigger with her eyes closed, Nicholas knew she was going to pull the trigger, her eyes were filled with emotion so he pushed her before she could pull the trigger. Gunshots are loud and clear and can be heard from miles away. Fortunately, the bullet lodged in Henry's leg, causing him to scream and beg for help. Isabella stared at the fact that the bullet had hit the wrong place. With the help of Nicholas and her mother, she was taken back to her room, where Charlotte, who was perplexed by everything, did her best to calm her angry daughter, who was not at the moment. who can calm her?. She was then put to sleep by one of the maids, who tricked her with a glass of water that had sleeping pill in it.

"Now explain to me why a stranger is in my house and why my daughter decided to kill her father" Charlotte asked Henry, who was already on a stretcher and on his way to the hospital. "Why are you asking me such a question in my condition?" Go ask your daughter what she's making a fuss about," Henry angrily replied, to which Nicholas explained to her and received a slap in the face in a fit of rage. "Why would you do something so cruel, my daughter wouldn't go on with something as ridiculous as marrying you" Charlotte replied angrily. "Business is business, read the document, I promise not to touch her without her consent, read the document carefully," Nicholas said as he dropped the document into the hands of one of the maids. And left.

Family

Nicholas walks around his mansion feeling very bad for Isabella and her family, but puts that feeling aside when reminded of the harm her father has done to his family, apparently. I clearly remembers his late father, Mr. Wright, he was a very rich man. who owned the largest growing real estate organization at the time, Donald Henry, Isabella's father, was the assistant director of the organization, and by deception he made several billion dollars and do his dirty work implicating the CEO, Mr.Wright. Nicholas was only 10 years old at that time, he and his sister had to move with their mother to the US to start over, thank god for the stocks and properties there, under the name of their mother, they were able to live a normal life and have opportunity to come back to the business top.

Everything changes when Nicholas stumbles upon a newspaper praising the GOLD OIL AGENCY. criminal CEO, which opens a new wound and pushes a leader to humiliate the family and turn his back on them. Start by tricking him into signing a contract and humiliating his family by marrying his only daughter. He thought this part will be difficult, but then he realizes that he is also a devil to his family. 'What a waste,' Nicholas thought. "Hi honey, how's work today?" Evelyn, Nicholas mother, greeted him when he entered the mansion, she wore a floral dress with dark hair tied in loose braids and light makeup, her face strong, with the delicate features of age, Grandma's blue eyes were one meant to show how beautiful she must have been when she was young.

"Where's Ava?" Nicholas asked as he kissed her in his check "here brother" a beautiful young woman with dyed pink hair ran up to him with a big smile, as she hugged Nicholas, her eyes filled with female scent deliciousness," like your hair, you look stunning," Nicholas said admiringly, looking up in triumph."I told you Nicholas will love my hair" Ava said with a bright smile. "Nicholas, there is nothing nice about her hair, I like her natural color, who knows what color she will wear next" Evelyn replied with a sneer "Let her enjoy the happiness of her youth, she maybe even do some things with you," Nicholas said with a laugh, and ran upstairs to avoid all the drama of the most important women in his life. Nicholas room was clean when he walked in, the maids took care of his room more than any other in the house, looking at his manly room, his big picture on the wall, his mind turned to Isabella, she's more than that. he thought that even though he knew she had enlisted before there were no documents that said she was gone but there was no actual description of the woman he had met. From the way she handled the knife, to the way her hand held the gun was definitely trained, he thought smiling to himself, his mind forcing him to stop laughing if he had any sympathy for him. Isabella, that would be fun.

"You bastard! You weren't happy destroying our marriage, now you want to destroy your only child," Charlotte yelled at Henry. Henry was awake at the time, sitting in a hospital bed, but he was there because a bullet had grazed his leg. "You brainwashed her girlfriend, didn't you? Her girlfriend will never go against me. I only want her best," Henry said of her still-on-the-night break. I answered as if I hadn't recovered from the shock. "Driver, don't bother coming home," Charlotte said, adjusting and getting ready. "Fight with all your might to get the mansion back. I spent billions to get this fortune. Enjoy now," Henry said bitterly. I will pity someone like you," Charlotte replied with a wicked grin as she walked. Henry was raging as Charlotte left the room, he made a few calls and made sure his things where moved to a mansion he had brought some years ago, Lisa one of the many young lady he hold pleasure in, was waiting patiently for him. With the help of Nicholas, his company would get back on its feet, and everything would be back to normal, Isabella will have to endure, Henry thought to himself 'after all the luxury she enjoyed, she damn well will go ahead with it' he thought to himself as the effect of the sedative wore on him.

Tears filled Charlotte eyes has she reminisce on how wrong her life had turned, she definitely made a wild mistake of getting married to Henry, a marriage of decency she was pregnant at a young age and Henry wanted to start a family with her, at first it was beautiful, with the butterflies and the fame, but Henry got greedy, she couldn't understand the sudden change in him over the years, from keeping late night, to not caring about the family, she lived with a total stranger all this years. She quietly walked into her daughter's room, so peaceful she looked, she took her attitude, tears dropped as she knew how long it would have taken her to finally hate the monster she gave to him as a father. She lay beside her and wrapped her into her embrace as she normally do, in a knowing warmth, Isabella curled into her, she buried her face to her inhaling the soothing smell of lavender that arose from her hair, it was a smell that keeps her sane and keeps her going. in no time she was fast asleep.