Isabella's POV
“Really?” Damien's smirk deepened as he cornered me against the wall. My back bruised the wall a little, and I shut my eyes to avoid his gaze.
“Yes! You are my stepfather, Damien. You seem to forget that.” I reminded him and tilted my head to the side. I couldn't bear to continue facing him, I might just do something I might regret.
“The exact reason why you should have asked for my freaking permission before running off to Cole's house.” He revealed, and my eyes widened with shock.
“Surprised?” He gritted.
“You think I wouldn't know of the little games you are playing here, doll?” He suddenly grabbed my neck.
“What game?” I kicked against his thighs.
“What I do or don't do is none of your business. Leave me the f**k alone.” I yelled, but my voice evaporated as h
