Clara's eyes widened in terror as she struggled against the ropes, but the knots held fast. Tears streamed down her cheeks as panic and fear overwhelmed her.
The scar-faced man's expression darkened at Isabella's words, his features contorting into a grotesque mask.
"Changed your mind? Didn’t you swear you’d do anything for me?" she taunted, her voice dripping with malice.
The man’s voice dropped to a rough whisper. "You’re the only one I want... But if this pleases you, I’ll take her."
Isabella smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Help me get my revenge," she breathed into his ear, "and I’ll leave Lance forever. After this, I’m yours—completely."
His eyes gleamed with twisted devotion. "As you wish, Isabella."
When he turned toward Clara, she shook her head desperately. "No!
