The sound of a car door closing loudly boomed in the hotel's basement parking lot. Damian pushed Isabella into the back seat of their black SUV. His face was red, his eyes blazing wildly.

"Shut up! Don’t open your mouth, not one word!" he hissed, his breath catching.

Isabella staggered into the car, her feet dragging on the floor. As soon as the door closed, Damian entered from the other side, sitting next to her and immediately closing the glass partition between them and the driver.

"I’ll ask you again, ISABELLA—IS THIS TRUE?!"

Isabella twisted her body, her face still wet with tears. "Damian... I can explain..."

"EXPLAIN?!" Damian shouted...