Revenge Of The billionaire Heiress

Murder

MURDER

“You are making a big mistake, Clara, a deadly one. I would advise you to leave my room while you still can, or I will make you.” Isabella threatened, her teeth clenched from pure rage and disgust.

“Watch that tone, peasant. If Aiden never tolerated your sorry ass, then you wouldn't have the privilege to be in my presence.” Clara spoke so confidently that Isabella couldn't help the vibration that rose in her chest. A small genuine laughter, because she was utterly stunned at how low every one of them saw her.

Heaving a deep breath, Isabella locked eyes with Clara as she moved past her, but in a flash, the sly woman stood in her way, blocking her path.

“Move!” Isabella said with a warning tone, but Clara didn't budge,rather, she had a sinister look on her face. “Aiden is gone, back at the office. Do you know what that means?” Clara smirked, staring at the exit as if she were waiting for someone to walk in.

And indeed, a familiar figure strolled in, the one person who made her life even more difficult than Patricia.

“Hey b***h! Miss me?” Steven Willow, Aiden's younger brother, smiled viciously as he strode towards Isabella, who was already backing up.

“S–Steven… what are you doing here?” Her voice shook, and trepidation gripped her soul as the entire room suddenly turned into four walls of suffocation.

“Hmm, nothing much, sister-in-law, I heard the news about your naughtiness and came right in to finally get a taste.”

Isabella gasped, shaking her head and desperately thinking of how she could escape Steven's clutches.

“Come here, love, treat me like your numerous clients. I have always wanted that for myself.”

“You are sick in the head, Steven. I am your brother's wife, get out!”

Steven laughed, something cruel accompanying his gesture. “My brother has no wife, just a w***e he likes to f**k with.”

“How dare you speak to me in that way? You have no shame.” Isabella spat, her eyes catching Clara in the corner, giggling as though there was something funny about the situation.

Ever since she got married to Aiden, she has battled with Steven’s numerous attempts at molesting her. Inappropriate grabs, trying to steal a kiss, and barging into her room unannounced, each time Aiden was away. All of his attempts had left her weary and depressed for years, yet she couldn't tell Aiden, because her husband loved his brother dearly. For peace, Isabella kept her mouth shut and learned to avoid being alone by all means possible.

But now, Clara had brought her effort down to nothing by bringing Steven into her room. “Clara.” She called, her voice low, much to her dismay. “Get him out of here.”

Clara only folded her arms, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Why would I do that?” she asked sweetly. “You should be grateful. Steven has always admired you.”

“Clara!” Isabella's voice cracked. “Get him out!”

Steven clicked his tongue and took another step. “Still acting all reserved, even after everyone knows what you are?”

“Stay away from me,” Isabella warned, holding out her finger, as though it were a weapon that would keep Steven at bay.

Unfortunately, it had no effect as Steven lunged before she could move.

A scream tore from Isabella’s throat as his hand clamped around her wrist, yanking her violently toward him. Her back slammed against his chest. The sharp scent of liquor and cologne hit her nose, making bile rise in her throat.

“Let go of me!” she cried, struggling wildly, but instead of releasing her, Steven’s free hand slid over her waist in a caress, gripping her body with deliberate cruelty. His fingers dug into her hip, then lower, touching her in ways that made her skin crawl.

“You have got even softer,” he murmured near her ear.

“Stop it!” Isabella thrashed, tears filling her eyes. “Let me go!”

Clara laughed from the side, as though she was watching some premium entertainment.

Isabella’s panic exploded into rage, she couldn't let this happen, she couldn't let Steven have his way with her, she wasn't this hopeless, this weak.

Without warning, she lifted her bare foot and drove it down with all her strength onto Steven’s foot.

“Aaargh!” he let out a groan and loosened his hold instantly.

Isabella tore free and bolted, running across the polished floor. She nearly slipped as she flew out of the room and into the corridor. Her heart was pounding against her ribs so hard. Behind her, she heard Steven’s furious curses.

“You b***h! Get back here!”

Isabella didn’t stop, she raced down the hallway, one hand clutching the railing as she turned toward the grand staircase. If she could reach the front door, if she could get outside, then she would be safe.

But then, hope ceases before her eyes as a hand grabs her arm.

She shrieked, turning to see that it was Clara who had caught up to her.

“Where do you think you are going?” Clara hissed, dragging her backward. “You are not escaping after what you have done.”

“Let me go!” Isabella sobbed, twisting desperately as Steven’s footsteps got closer.

Fear, unlike anything she had ever known, swallowed her whole. If Steven reached her now, he would…

No, she refused to think about it.

With a cry, Isabella jerked her arm with every ounce of strength she had left, and Clara's grip slipped, her body moving forward…

Isabella's eyes widened as she watched Clara tumble, her scream filling the mansion as she crashed down the staircase, until her body landed at the bottom in a sickening heap.

Silence followed. Isabella froze at the top of the stairs, unable to breathe.

Below, Clara lay twisted unnaturally, blood slowly spreading beneath her motionless body.

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Hours later, Isabella remained curled up on the floor, memories of everything that happened replaying in her head. Steven's disgusting touch and Clara's motionless body.

Everything was going so wrong, the accusation, the assault, and the mishap. Isabella had imagined coming home to her worried husband, not expecting everything to go haywire.

And yet, Aiden wasn't in sight. The mansion grew dead silent after the ambulance left with Patricia and Steven.

But after what felt like four hours later, Isabella heard the honk of Aiden's car. She raced downstairs as fast as she could, praying and hoping that this time, it was Aiden.

As soon as Isabella arrived at the entrance, Aiden walked in on cue, except he brought a disturbing company.

Isabella froze in her spot. “The police?” She muttered under her breath, her mind instantly going blank.

“That's her. Arrest her.” Aiden instructed.

“What?!” Isabella asked in disbelief, but her question was met with no response as one of the police men grabbed her wrist, “You are under arrest for the attempted murder of Clara Jackson. You are expected to remain silent, Mrs Conway, or anything you say or do would be used against you in the court of law,” he recited, clicking the cuffs in place.

Quietly, Isabella was led out of the mansion and into the waiting police car.