Isabella fought back.
So he beat her.
He beat her until she was covered in wounds, then dragged her out to hand her over to the casino.
At that exact moment, Sebastian's call came through again.
That was her only salvation.
Isabella answered the call.
And then, Sebastian took her away from that man's clutches.
However, this didn't mean she had been given a new life.
Sebastian covered up everything for her.
He allowed her to maintain the lavish spending of a Lancaster heiress, letting her live in a mansion and providing her with a butler and maids.
Whatever material luxuries she had enjoyed while with the Lancaster family, she still had access to now.
But...
Sebastian was a psycho.
At first, Isabella thought Sebastian had truly fallen for her and was simply one of her devoted suitors.
She only found out later.
She was nothing more than one of the man's sick fetishes.
Because she had been so unattainable, so arrogant and conceited.
Sebastian wanted to drag her through the mud and viciously defile her.
What he felt for her couldn't even remotely be considered genuine affection.
When Sebastian was in a bad mood, he would make her collapse to the floor and crawl to him to serve his needs.
If she showed even a hint of resistance.
He would force her to bark.
He even forced her into wearing outfits she absolutely despised.
But to maintain this illusion of grandeur, to preserve her glamorous life...
She refused to go back to Rusty Quarters, and she definitely didn't want her so-called biological father selling her to a casino.
She had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure it.
In the beginning, she couldn't accept Sebastian's sick preferences and still tried to put on the airs of an untouchable Campus Queen.
But now, Sebastian had broken her into complete submission.
Sebastian curled his lips into a satisfied smirk and took a sip of his wine.
Yet his eyes betrayed an obvious sense of boredom.
Dragging an arrogant heiress down into the dirt and breaking her until she was obedient was fun at first, but after a while, it just became dull.
Boring.
Isabella had been trained well enough by now to recognize the danger the moment she saw that expression on his face.
She clenched her fingers.
If she didn't do something quickly...
She would be the one suffering later.
If he hurt her so badly that the marks were obvious, how would she be able to go to school tomorrow? How could she keep up the glamorous charade of being the Lancaster heiress?
Isabella steeled her resolve.
She immediately crawled toward Sebastian, propped herself up slightly, and parted her lips to catch the rim of the wine glass he was holding carelessly by the sofa.
Sipping directly from his glass, she slowly took a mouthful of red wine.
She then straightened up and pressed her red lips to his, kissing him deeply.
The taste of red wine flooded between their lips.

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