Chapter 380
The next second, Michael, who was on the ground, struggled to get up. As soon as he lifted his head, he found himself face-to-face with Isabella.
"Isabella?"
What was she doing here?
The same question flashed through Isabella's mind, but she quickly understood.
The woman half-naked in Michael's arms was Bianca.
They really wouldn't stop until they got what they wanted. If she didn't go to the bar, they'd come here. Did they have to have sex right in front of her?
Seeing the marks on Michael's body, Isabella's eyes grew colder.
More than anger, she felt disgusted.
"Michael, you have no shame. Do you even know where you are?"
"I've already avoided you, and you still had to find my place. What, do you enjoy doing this in front of others?"
"Or do you have a fetish for being watched while you're doing it?"
She had never mentioned this place to anyone, yet Michael and Bianca had come to the apartment across from hers just to disgust her.
Maybe she had been followed by Michael's people since the beginning of the day.
Otherwise, how could he have timed it so perfectly for her to catch them in the act?
They were all out of their minds.
"Isabella."
Michael was stunned. He truly didn't know the apartment across the hall was Isabella's.
He was about to explain when Bianca suddenly covered his mouth, stepping out of his arms with a shy look.
"Sis, you misunderstood Michael. We really didn't mean for you to see this. It's just that he..."
Bianca glanced at Michael with a flushed face, her voice dripping with sweetness. "It's just that he's so strong and insists on doing these exciting things. I couldn't handle it, and that's why we made noise. We really didn't do it on purpose."
The more Bianca spoke, the darker Michael's face became.
What nonsense was this bitch Bianca spouting?
"Isabella, it's not what it looks like. You misunderstood. She tied me up."
Thomas had already sent the divorce papers to him. Michael didn't want any more misunderstandings with Isabella, especially because of Bianca.
"Tied you up?"
Isabella's cold gaze fell on Michael, her sneer deepening.
"Michael, even your lies should have limits. If you weren't willing, who in all of Evergreen City could tie you up?"
It was only natural for Isabella to think that way.
But this time, Michael had fallen for Bianca's trick.
If it weren't for that drugged drink, he wouldn't have been unable to break free from a single rope.
Not only that, Bianca had even tricked Isabella into coming here.
Although he didn't know how she found out Isabella would come, his gut told him this was all part of Bianca's plan.
Her goal was to ruin his marriage with Isabella completely.
Michael wanted to tell the truth, but facing Isabella's cold, disdainful eyes, he couldn't get the words out.
Isabella no longer trusted him and only wanted to divorce him as soon as possible.
No matter what he said, she probably wouldn't care.
Especially something as ridiculous as being drugged-Isabella would never believe it.
Thinking of this, Michael struggled against the ropes. He couldn't move, and the only way to escape was if Isabella helped him.
"Isabella, I know you just want to divorce me. I have time now. How about we go to your place and talk?"
He needed to get rid of Bianca to explain the absurd situation to Isabella.
"Michael, are you sure you want to leave me like this?"
Before Michael could move, Bianca clung to him, deliberately rubbing her chest against his arm.
Isabella already had no trust in Michael. Watching them flaunt their affection in front of her made her not want to look at them for another second.
Since they weren't at the bar, she didn't need to go there anymore.
She didn't need any leverage against Michael.
She just wanted them to disappear from her sight.
"Michael, I've already given the new divorce papers to my uncle. I've agreed to all your terms. Now we're just waiting for the court date, and then we can get divorced."
"So, do whatever you want, with whoever you want. It has nothing to do with me."
Isabella didn't spare Michael another glance. She turned, took out her keys, and went inside.
With a loud slam, she shut the door, leaving Michael and Bianca, that scumbag and bitch, outside.
As soon as the door closed, Isabella gritted her teeth and exhaled.
What a scumbag!
She had really misjudged him.
He was no different from any other man. When a woman threw herself at him, he obediently surrendered.
And he brought Bianca to the house across from hers. What did he take her for?
Outside.
Watching Isabella go inside, Bianca's lips curled into a smug smile.
"Michael, sis doesn't want you, but I do. Time is precious. Let's continue."
With that, Bianca hooked her finger under Michael's chin, gripping the rope around him tightly, and dragged him inside.
Michael had just escaped. There was no way he would go back.
Every touch from Bianca made him feel sick.
"Bianca, get off me!"
"Michael, you're divorcing her anyway. If she doesn't want you, I do."
Having finally gotten her hands on him, Bianca wasn't about to let him go.
Ignoring the fact that they were still at the door, Bianca pounced on Michael, tearing off his only white shirt.
The sound of ripping fabric echoed as they tumbled onto the wooden floor inside.
Michael grunted in pain, while Bianca took the opportunity to grope him.
Michael's face darkened. He couldn't move his hands or feet, only his mouth.
"Bianca, you crazy woman, get away from me!"
But the more he struggled, the tighter Bianca held on.
"Yes, I'm crazy, but it's all because of you. Now that I finally have you to myself, you better not resist."
What they hadn't finished in the warehouse last time, she was determined to complete today.
Feeling his hardness, Bianca was obsessed. She couldn't wait to do something with Michael.
With that thought, Bianca flipped her hair and locked the door from the inside.
She reached for Michael's remaining pants.
"Michael, no one will disturb us now. I promise you'll enjoy what's coming next."