Isabe was heavily pushed to the ground by William. The cold, hard ground left a long scratch on her arm. William showed no mercy, none of the earlier tenderness. He brought a rope and bound Isabe’s arms.


    “Isabe, I gave you a chance to adapt to me. Yet, you still wanted to escape. I trusted you, but you’ve betrayed that trust,” he said.


    Isabe’s hands were tied, the rough rope chafing her wrists, making them instantly red. It was clear that William had lost his patience.


    Having immobilized Isabe, William began to undress her. Due to the cold weather, Isabe was wearing manyyers of thick clothing, making it difficult for William to remove them.


    Isabe kept struggling, “William, stop, please, you can’t do this to me.”


    She was breaking down, tears uncontrobly streaming down her face as she watched her clothes being torn by William, exposing arge area of her skin. Isabe felt utterly hopeless at that moment.


    William kissed Isabe’s lips, nibbled at her neck, his rapid breath spraying over her body, showing how excited he was in that moment.


    Though Isabe was now married to Emanuele, bing his wife and being intimate with him every night, to William, it didn’t matter. She was once a woman he adored. If he could have Isabe at this moment, he felt it would be worthwhile.


    He was already waiting for Emanuele to hand over the position of the head of the Mafia to him, and once he became the head of the Chicago Mafia, his first act would be to kill Emanuele.


    As for Isabe? Watching the woman lying on the ground struggling so desperately, she seemed fragile, yet her spirit refused to yield, showing strength.


    This only made him want to be more ruthless, to make her submit to him. So, when he became the head of the Chicago Mafia, he wouldn’t immediately kill Isabe. He would lock her up, just like he did with Evelyn.


    Yes, there was also Evelyn, whom he desired. But for now, he felt he should focus on Isabe.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    Watching the man haphazardly kissing her, Isabe felt as though she was about to die. The nauseating feeling overwhelmed her, and she couldn’t suppress the gagging.


    “It’s disgusting,” Isabe thought. “How could it be this disgusting?”


    William saw Isabe retching, but he didn’t care. He forcibly removed her clothes, exposing her upper body. Isabe’s breasts were left swaying in the air, causing her skin to break out in goosebumps.


    “William, please, spare me. Remember our past as colleagues at the hospital. You shouldn’t treat me like this,” she pleaded.


    Upon hearing Isabe’s words, William burst intoughter. “Shouldn’t I? Isabe, you are Emanuele’s wife now. Whether I like you or not, I will have you.”


    Even if he didn’t like Isabe, he could hand her over to his men to vite. The purpose was to humiliate Emanuele. After all, his wife would be forced to pleasure others like a female dog.


    But now, he did like Isabe, so he’d be the one to torment her.


    William roughly fondled Isabe’s breasts, causing her to cry out in pain.


    Her cries, however, only seemed to excite William further. “Isabe, look at me, watch how I’m going to have you,” he said.


    William’s mouth moved to Isabe’s breasts, sucking and even nibbling at them. Isabe writhed, trying to reject his touch, but her struggles were in vain.


    His hands held her waist firmly, keeping her under his control. He then attempted to remove Isabe’s pants.


    Isabe was trembling uncontrobly, engulfed in shame. She felt her world turning dark, unable to see any light. She had to find a chance to kill William. In this chaotic situation, it was either William’s death or hers.


    But her hands were already bound by William. How could she find an opportunity?


    Suddenly, William paused, his hand resting on Isabe’s abdomen. Despite Isabe’s efforts to appear normal, her protruding belly was unmistakable.


    William, being a doctor, surely noticed something.


    “Isabe, are you pregnant?”


    “No!” Isabe eximed, her face drained of color, her eyes filled with terror.


    Dear God, William had found out?!


    “I’ve just gained weight, William. You’re not going to meddle in that, are you?” Isabe red at William, filled with resentment.


    “No, no, have you truly gained weight? Isabe, don’t deceive yourself. You’ve indeed put on some weight. But, being pregnant is not impossible. You know, pregnancy can also cause weight gain.”


    After saying this, Williamstopped viting Isabe and helped her dress again. He seemed to have regained his previous gentle demeanor, his eyes now carrying a hint of eagerness.


    This look… somehow reminded Isabe of the hungry gaze of a wolf she had seen in a movie. Now, William hadpletely turned her into prey. No matter how she argued, it was futile. Her worst fear hade true.


    William helped Isabe put on her clothes again, then seated her in a chair and bound her with the rope once more.


    “I’ll call a doctor right away to examine you,” William said with a smile.


    He seemed very eager, as if he couldn’t wait to get the result he wanted.


    Isabe gritted her teeth, wishing she could just strike this man.


    William left, leaving several guards by her side to prevent her from untying herself and escaping as she had missed herst opportunity.


    Now, she had no chance to escape. She could only wait for Emanuele to rescue her, or perhaps, she would die here?


    Recalling William’s touch just now, even though he had left, Isabe still felt as if his touch lingered on her body, making her feel particrly nauseous. She wanted to desperately take a shower, to cut her skin open, as if only by doing so could she rid herself of this nauseating feeling. Could she even survive this?


    Looking at her belly, tears streamed down her face. “Child, I’m so useless. I can’t protect you.”