ISABELLA
Christian navigated the intricate corridors of the mansion confidently, his steps purposeful and sure. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the halls, the only sound in the otherwise quiet house. I was held closely against his chest, my body still shivering slightly from the cold. He pushed open the door to our bedroom and carried me inside, shutting the door softly behind us.
I remained quiet when I saw him clenching his jaw. Just how angry is he that he shut up Stella completely? I could still see her face when Christian warned her, it was clear that she was about to cry. I can't blame her for that because I have seen Christian treat Stella with care when they were dating. I've never been close to Stella but I have seen them together when he used to visit our home. From
