Stealing Her Innocence

Isabella sat nervously in her room, peering out of the window every so often, eagerly awaiting her fiancé Zack's arrival. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the sky, but Isabella felt a chill of anxiety creeping in. Her mind was consumed with a whirlwind of thoughts regarding finalizing wedding plans and determining the exact date for their much-anticipated special day. The excitement was palpable, but so was the anxiety, as she wondered how everything would come together in time. Would the flowers be ready? Had she forgotten any crucial details?

With Zack preoccupied with work commitments that demanded much of his attention, Isabella had taken on the responsibility of handling all the wedding preparations herself. She had always envisioned this day as a celebration of their love, and now that it was so close, she felt a mix of joy and trepidation. She eagerly longed for the moment when she could officially become his wife, especially now that she had recently graduated from high school and turned eighteen. This transition into adulthood filled her with hope and dreams for their future together, and she couldn't help but imagine the life they would build.

Zack had gone to great lengths to convince her parents to allow them to marry at such a young age, arguing passionately that he was no longer a young man himself. He had worked hard to establish himself in his career, gaining respect and admiration from those around him. At twenty-five, he had been entrusted with full authority over one of his father's thriving companies, demonstrating a level of maturity and responsibility that seemed to reassure Isabella's parents. Their approval meant everything to her, and she was grateful for Zack's determination.

Undeniably, Zack was every family's dream partner-wealthy, handsome, and genuinely in love with Isabella. It was no surprise that her parents had no objections to her moving in with Zack's family before the wedding. After all, she would be living there once they were married, and they wanted her to settle in comfortably before the big day. Isabella felt a sense of relief knowing that her parents trusted Zack, and she could sense their excitement about the upcoming union.

The grand family house, akin to a palace with its sprawling gardens and elegant architecture, was already inhabited by Zack's father and a multitude of devoted servants. The place had a sense of history and grandeur that made Isabella feel like she was stepping into a storybook. She felt there was little cause for concern regarding her new living arrangements, and everything seemed perfect. Isabella envisioned long dinners with Zack's family, laughter echoing through the halls, and a home filled with love.

However, little did anyone anticipate the presence of Xander, Zack's older brother, who had gained a notorious reputation in the business field as a heartbreaker and troublemaker. Xander's presence loomed large in their lives, often overshadowing the joy surrounding the upcoming wedding. Xander, nearing thirty years old, was known for his womanizing ways, earning him the unflattering title of the "nasty wrecker." With a different woman in tow every day, he indulged in his sexual desires, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. Women flocked to him, eagerly offering themselves to him, only for him to discard them and move on to his next conquest without a second thought.

And then there was Xander, a wrecking ball in the business world. He had a reputation that preceded him, one that struck fear and admiration in equal measure. He was ruthless, stopping at nothing to achieve his goals, often leaving a trail of destruction behind him. Money and authority consumed him, driving his every move with a relentless ambition that knew no bounds. His reputation for manipulation extended beyond business, spilling into his personal life, where he exerted control and wielded power over those around him.

Isabella, on the other hand, had only ever had eyes for Zack, her fiancé and true love. From the very first time he confessed his love to her, to the beautiful flowers he would gift her and the gentle kisses on her hands, he had captured her heart from a young age. She cherished those memories, replaying them in her mind as she awaited his arrival. His unwavering love and protection had blossomed into a deep and abiding affection that she couldn't ignore, making her feel cherished and safe.

Yet, despite her devotion to Zack, Xander consistently ignored her presence, dismissing her as if she were invisible. His dismissive attitude perplexed her, but she brushed it off, not allowing his behavior to affect her overly. That is, until one fateful night when circumstances beyond her control forced them together in a way she could never have anticipated. This night would change everything, and Isabella had no idea how much.

As Isabella anxiously waited in her room, she heard strange noises coming from downstairs and the screeching of tires from a car that had just arrived. Her heart quickened with anticipation, and she hurriedly went to the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was happening outside, but the darkness hindered her view. Suddenly, the entire house went black as the electricity went out, plunging her into an unsettling darkness. Startled and filled with dread, Isabella fought back the urge to scream, her fear of the dark threatening to overwhelm her senses.

Silence engulfed the room as Isabella sat and waited, desperately hoping that the one who would arrive would be Zack. With each approaching footstep, her anticipation grew, causing her to stand up as the door suddenly swung open. She felt a mix of hope and fear as she braced herself for the unexpected.

But to her shock and dismay, it wasn't Zack who barged into her room. It was Xander, his presence casting a dark shadow over the uncertainty of her future. The air grew thick with tension, and Isabella's heart sank at the sight of him.

He moved closer to her, his eyes scanning her body with a sensual and lustful gaze that made Isabella's skin crawl. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she tried to process his invasion of her space.

Feeling her heart race, she nervously met his gaze, attempting to read his intentions. Her voice quivered as she asked, "Is something wrong? Your room is on the other side of the corridor, remember?" Her innocent reminder was a subtle attempt to distance herself from his intoxicated late-night appearances, but she could sense the danger lurking beneath the surface.

But her innocence meant nothing to him. With a swift motion, he forcefully pushed her inside and slammed the door shut behind him. The sound echoed ominously in the quiet room, amplifying her fear. The smell of alcohol on his breath made her flinch and shiver, the scent thick and suffocating.

She took a step back, pleading, "Xander, please go. You're clearly drunk, and it's concerning." Her voice trembled, reflecting her rising panic as she tried to maintain her composure.

He didn't need a reminder; he was well aware of his condition. This wasn't anything new. Every day, he came home like this, and since she had moved in, it seemed to be worsening. He was always angry, particularly after Isabella's wedding plans had been set in motion and Zack's distant behavior had left him feeling neglected.

The reason behind his anger remained a mystery to him, swirling in a haze of alcohol and unresolved emotions. He was trapped in a cycle of his own making, and Isabella was caught in the crossfire.

Was it the alcohol, the overpowering lust, or even a twisted form of love? The questions raced through her mind, but she knew instinctively that none of it justified his actions.

In that moment, he didn't consider anything else, solely focused on taking what he desired, even if it meant using force. There was a predatory glint in his eyes that sent chills down her spine.