Chapter 234

Ronald Wright slammed those last four words, then hung up without hesitation—and even turned off his phone. I stared at him, completely stunned. Then I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face, my voice trembling with rage. “Ronald Wright! Go to hell!” He was the one who forced himself on me, kissed me like I wanted it—made it sound like I was throwing myself at him! Disgusting. Shameless. Just gross. I reached for the phone again, but he suddenly pulled me back into his arms. “Isabella, why do you always fight me because of him, huh?” “Because you… mmph—” Before I could finish, he pressed me against him even tighter. His tall, broad frame trapped me as he grabbed the back of my neck and slammed his lips down on mine again. This time, the kiss was even rougher—deeper, more intense, aggressive and overwhelming. He wasn’t just kissing—he was punishing me. I hit him, kicked, even bit him, but it was useless. He didn’t budge an inch. It was like... like he enjoyed me struggling,