Chapter 9

Isabella’s POV I stormed into the apartment—eyes bloodshot and widened from extreme rage. The overflowing emotions were highlighted by the clench in my jaw and knitted brows. My breathing was sharp and ragged, knuckles turning white. I could not believe how a seemingly respectable and influential man could be that rude. “Does he think he’s a god?” Fury radiated in me as rage erupted in my voice. “From a distance, he looked like a gentleman. But in reality, he’s just another rude asshole in a perfectly tailored suit. I expected too much.” “From who?” A gasp escaped my lips as I faced the owner of the voice. Melinda just entered the apartment. Her eyes bore at me curiously. I shook my head and took the bunny hairband off my head. “I’m sorry, Melinda. I screwed up.” She sighed and walked towards me. The sharp heels of her slightly worn-out shoes clicked in each step. Her clutch bag wasn’t even far different from the current condition of her counterfeit Louboutins. She sat on the couch, re