Isabella’s POV
The mansion loomed ahead like a fortress ready to swallow me whole. Charlie’s hand was still gripping the steering wheel tightly as we pulled up to the front steps, the car’s headlights cutting through the darkness. Evelyn stood there waiting, a vision in white, her blonde hair glowing softly under the porch lights. Victoria hovered beside her like a shadow of judgment.
Charlie killed the engine. For a long moment, he didn’t move. His jaw was clenched, eyes fixed on Evelyn through the windshield. Then he turned to me, voice low and rough.
“Stay in the car for a minute.”
But I couldn’t. I followed him out, legs still shaky from the rough way he had taken me in the back seat just minutes ago. The evidence of what we had done clung to my thighs, a humiliating secret I could
