Ruined her Innocence?

lla 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 spe

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

stablish 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 companie

s 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 comfor

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 ne

ften 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

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 t

rs 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

rplexed her, but she brushed it off, not allowing his behavior to affect her overly. That is, until one fateful night when circumstances beyond

on, 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 electri

e would be Zack. With each approaching footstep, her anticipation grew, causing her to stand up as th

ander, his presence casting a dark shadow over the uncertainty of her future.

lustful gaze that made Isabella's skin crawl. She felt a wave of nau

s something wrong? Your room is on the other side of the corridor, remember?" Her innocent reminder was a subtle attempt t

lammed the door shut behind him. The sound echoed ominously in the quiet room, amplifying her fear

early drunk, and it's concerning." Her voice trembled, reflec

ome like this, and since she had moved in, it seemed to be worsening. He was always angry, particularly after

n a haze of alcohol and unresolved emotions. He was trapped in a

d form of love? The questions raced through her mind, but s

on taking what he desired, even if it meant using force. There

nd wrong, and she recoiled instinctively. When she attempted to break free from his firm grip, he tightened his arms around her waist, unwilling to let go. In a matter of second

er down onto the bed, pinning her beneath his heavy and muscular body, rendering her nearly i

against his overpowering strength. She opened her mouth to scream, but he quickly covered it with his h

s seemed to bulge with muscles, accentuating his dominating presence and leaving her feeling utt

glimmer of hope emerged when she heard the faint sound of her cellphone ringing from her jeans. Summoning every ounce of courage she had

and confusion as he shifted from speaker to silent listener, utterly shocked by wha

is fiancée has been sexually assaulted? Hearing her voice in distress sent a jolt of

of that future was now hanging by a thread. The gravity of the moment

Please, just leave me alone. I need help!" Her voice cracked w

tossed it onto the bed beside him. With a mixture of anger and determination, he stripped away her clothes, callously stating, "No! I wil

iolated her, the darkness of the room swallowing her cries whol

torn clothes, her swollen eyes, and the bloodstained sheets that told a story of horror and betray

ng open, and Zack entered the room just as Xander completed a troub

ashed over Zack, crashing over him like a tidal wave. His mind raced as he t

gaze blurred with hurt, stumbled off the bed, desperately seeking solace

way, causing her to fall to the floor, and delivered his words with a cold and detached tone. "Isabella, I'm sorry, but I can n

innocence. "But I'm the victim! He r*a*ped me! I didn't do anything wrong. I swear it. Please be

but I can't. I cannot touch you or be with you after what transpired. You have to understand that this change

e tension like a knife. "I will marry you, Isabella!" The audacity of