Chapter 112

Isabella’s POV Once a devil, always a devil. A criminal won’t change. A killer without remorse won’t flinch to the blood of his victims. I’ve proven that a wicked person showered with evilness and raised in a dark environment will embrace its danger. Darkness was what welcomed me when I opened my eyes. I could hear voices. Three people, probably. Two in front, one beside me. And I definitely recognize the person next to me. The sound of tires rolling over asphalt, humming of the air conditioning vent, and the beating of my heart felt too loud. My limbs are weak. My throat was dry. I feel like I’ve been starved for days to feel this weak. “What if your father found out, Sir?” A voice in front asked. I heard a deep sigh beside me. “He will never know until you tell him. Will you?” “No, sir. Of course, my loyalty is on you.” “Good,” Damon sounded arrogant. “I hate it when someone betrays me. Forgiveness is not in my dictionary. And I don’t forget those who betray me.” I moved, and the loo