12 Twelve

As soon as Isabella parked Charles's car in the scanty car park of her sorry excuse of a company, she suddenly figured that he was probably still waiting upstairs for her to come with his car.

And... waiting for her response. Which she had no idea what it really was till that moment.

Now that she had freed herself from Gabriel's suffocating hold, she had a chance to start things all over again. But the question was how?

Isabella sat back into the driver's seat and pondered.

She could let the bank take possession of her almost ruined company and she could start a life somewhere far from her hell.

Or... the other option that kept dangling in her face, she could agree to become Charles's wife, save her company and remain close to her hell.

Isabella shuddered for some reason.

The second option sounded scary. Not only because she would be closer to a threatening Gabriel, but because she would be entering another married life because of debts. This time, her own debt.