Chapter42:

LOVEY'S POV                                         It has been two weeks. I still could not recover from his death. I cried a lot. I isolated myself in my new room. My brain mostly felt numb. His death had changed our lives and Isabella, I never met her. She must have Harry's blue eyes.         I blinked. I was still fighting with pain. I was sitting on the velour couch. I was hugging my knees and resting my chin on them. Abruptly, the door swings open. He held my hand and tugged me at him.         " Where are you taking me? Leave my hand?" I said with anger and dread.        I am his wife. He could do anything and worse, force himself on me. I couldn't expect anyone to help me. Nobody would help me when he blackmailed me to sign the papers.         " Shooting Range," he replied slowly.   He opened the door of the car. He wasn't ready to budge.         " I'm not going anywhere with you," I said irritably         " I've lost my brother. I'm not compatible if I lose anyone in my family.