Chapter 86

Another night of wild debauchery, and this time Michael seemed determined to prove something, gripping her waist and making love to her over and over again.

In the end, she passed out.

The next day, Isabella got out of bed, feeling nothing but pain all over her body.

Michael had either bitten or gnawed at her, treating her like a piece of meat.

'That bastard Michael has gotten his way again!' Isabella cursed in her head.

And she clearly remembered that Michael, to punish her, hadn't used a condom the last few times. They had already signed the divorce papers, and if she got pregnant...

No, she absolutely couldn't have Michael's child.

Just then, her phone rang from the floor. Her clothes from yesterday had been torn to shreds by Michael, and her phone had naturally been thrown to the ground.

Isabella practically crawled off the bed to reach her phone. When she opened it, she saw countless missed calls.

Seeing the top one was from Jesse, she snapped out of her daze and answered the call.

Meanwhile, the missing Michael was kneeling obediently in Aiden's study, waiting to be reprimanded.

Michael had always been difficult to discipline since he was a child, so seeing him kneel so obediently was quite rare.

But Aiden was even angrier seeing him like this.

If Michael weren't his grandson, he would have disappeared from Evergreen City by now.

But precisely because Michael was his grandson, this beating was unavoidable.

Thinking about the marks he saw on Michael's body that morning, Aiden's anger flared up, and he lashed out at Michael's back with a whip.

Aiden was so furious that he didn't hold back at all.

He struck several times in a row, but Michael didn't make a sound.

It was only when Aiden himself got tired that he had to stop, leaning on a chair and pointing at Michael's forehead, questioning, "Do you know what you did wrong?"

Michael looked up, his deep eyes meeting Aiden's. "I did nothing wrong."

Isabella was his wife, Whether they divorced or not..

Hearing this, Aiden nearly fainted, slamming his hand on the table.

"Michael, you know Isabella's background, and you still treat her like this. How am I supposed to explain this to Daniel?"

Michael didn't respond directly. Despite having just endured a beating, his eyes showed no other emotion. "Grandpa, if you're done hitting me, I should go check on Isabella. She should be awake by now."

Seeing Michael's unyielding attitude, Aiden was almost driven mad with anger.

But this was ultimately a matter for the younger generation, not something he could resolve with his words.

Helpless, Aiden sighed, closed his eyes, and dismissed him. "Get out. Fix your own mistakes and make sure Isabella isn't upset."

In the room, Isabella ended her call with Jesse and pulled back the covers to check her lower body.

She remembered that the doctor at the hospital had subtly advised her not to have sex for a while, or she would suffer.

It had only been a day, and Michael had already hurt her again.

The marks on her body were a mix of old and new, bruises and Michael's handprints on her waist.

She was so badly hurt that she thought her waist might break, but compared to the injuries below, these were minor.

She carefully spread her legs, and just one look made her bite her lip. Her vagina was swollen and red from Michael's torment, and with pain inside.

She couldn't even walk, let alone get out of bed.

Feeling miserable, humiliated, and all sorts of emotions flooded her heart, and Isabella's tears fell uncontrollably.

They dripped onto her legs and then onto the sheets, soaking them.

Isabella hugged herself and started to cry.

She hated herself for not listening to Daniel and her uncles, for insisting on marrying Michael, naively thinking he would fall in love with her. Marrying him was a mistake from the start.

Outside, Michael put the anti-inflammatory ointment in his pocket and pushed the door open.

But at this moment, Isabella didn't want to deal with him at all. Just thinking about last night made her feel humiliated, so she turned away from him.

But Michael seemed determined to confront her. Wherever she looked, he stood in front of her.

Michael knew Aiden wouldn't let this go, so he had barely slept and got up early.

He had already changed into a black shirt and matching trousers that suited his demeanor. His tall figure stood in front of her, backlit, creating an imposing presence without saying a word.

Isabella felt uncomfortable under his gaze but didn't want to talk to him.

She forced herself to endure the discomfort and avoided looking at him.

Michael was a demon; nothing good ever came from being around him. She could only avoid him to stay unaffected.

Michael, however, slowly squatted in front of her, his eyes deep as he looked at her. "Are you in pain?"

Isabella didn't believe he would be so kind as to care about her.

Last night was her first sex, and her body was already uncomfortable. He hadn't been gentle, and now, with new injuries on top of old ones, how could she not be in pain?

After doing what he did, now he wanted to show concern? What was the point?

Isabella remained silent, her hands tightly gripping the sheet covering her. She wasn't wearing anything underneath and didn't want any more contact with him.

She thought he would leave sensibly, but Michael extended his long arm, scooped her up, and carried her into the bathroom.

In front of the large floor mirror, Isabella's delicate body was nestled against Michael's chest, her hands loosely draped over his shoulders.

Neither of them spoke or made eye contact.

The room was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

Looking in the mirror, their bodies were closely pressed together, appearing very intimate. Michael's tall frame enveloped her petite one, making them look like a perfect match.

But just as this thought crossed her mind, Isabella quickly dismissed it.

She must be crazy to think she and Michael were a good match.

Neither of them spoke. Isabella looked at Michael in the mirror and couldn't help but sneer, "Mr. Brown, do you think last night wasn't exciting enough? Do you want to try something different in the bathroom this morning?"

Michael's eyes darkened, and he looked down at her strained expression, raising an eyebrow. "If you want to make love here, that's fine too."

Without giving her a chance to refuse, he carried her to the sink, sat her on it, and positioned his knees between her legs, reaching to remove her covering.

Michael always did what he said. Seeing him like this, Isabella thought he was going to force himself on her again, and she bit her lip and pushed him away hard. "Get away, Michael, you're a bastard!"

Isabella never expected that even in her current state, Michael would still make love with her.