Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 49

Izabella's eyes exuded a cold and venomous intensity. Confronted with this version of Izabella, Brett felt a sense of helplessness. He had always been hot-tempered and ruthless, never hesitating to strike down anyone who challenged him. But facing Izabella like this was a completely different experience.

While he had beaten others before, the thought of striking Izabella again filled him with dread. After the forceful slap he had delivered earlier, she had immediately crumpled to the ground. Another blow could potentially be fatal.

Brett uttered, "If it were anyone else, they would have met their end many times over. You're quite fortunate, aren't you?"

Furious, Izabella responded with a mocking tone, "So I should express gratitude for your supposed kindness in sparing my life?"

The pain in her face had numbed it, and even the slightest movement of her lips caused intense agony. Izabella pressed her tongue against her cheek, and as expected, the taste of blood met her senses.

With less than two years left to live, she'd eventually die in front of Brett if he kept this up.

Izabella staggered to her feet and told Brett, "If you've got nothing else to say, go keep Kaley company. I can't stand you here."

"You want me to leave?"

"Is it not obvious enough?" She had to admit, Brett and Kaley were a match made in heaven – one blind and the other deaf.

"Our business is unfinished, and you want me to go?" Brett loosened his tie.

Seeing his move, Izabella felt a surge of fear and tried to escape. As she stepped onto the carpet,

Brett forcefully seized her long hair, pulling her back into his embrace. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He held onto her slender waist, drawing her closer as he leaned in for a kiss.

Izabella's face turned pale, and any attempts to resist only intensified the passionate kiss, causing tears to flow from her eyes.

Brett glanced at her tears with a sneer, mocking, "Save your tears for later."

Tightening his grip on Izabella's waist, he forcefully threw her onto the bed.

As Brett reached out towards her, Izabella fiercely bit down on his hand.

He frowned in response but made no effort to avoid her bite, allowing Izabella to release her frustration.

Already exhausted and drugged, she didn't have much strength. She stared at the expressionless Brett and bit harder.

He stopped her in time, pulling his hand free and examining the bloody bite marks.

Izabella proved that even when pushed to the limit, the gentle could fight back. Brett wiped the blood from her lips, and asked with a hoarse voice, "Had enough? My turn now, then."

Izabella's jaw ached, and she was unable to speak, so she just glared at him fiercely.

Brett mocked, "Izabella, you look more interesting when you're throwing a tantrum than when you're lifeless! I originally planned to deal with you after your recovery, but since you're so lively now, I guess I don't have to wait!"

She hated her weak self.

Izabella bit Brett a few more times as he kissed her. The taste of blood filled her mouth and even reached her throat. Turning her face away, she spat out the blood.

Her blood intimidated Brett to some extent. His desire vanished at the sight, and he grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open to check for injuries.

He assumed Izabella had bitten her tongue, but found no injury, nor blood coming from her throat. He sighed in relief.

Seems like she read his thoughts, she asked, "Were you afraid that I would bite my tongue and kill myself?"