Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 153

"You'll get a chance to volunteer later," Heckter said, smirking, as he leaned forward to refill his cup with booze. He commanded his men, "Take her to the room." Izabella remained silent, her eyes lowered to conceal her emotions, her hand instinctively searching for the pocket in her coat.

As she was lifted from the ground, she lost all sense of direction and couldn't even attempt to call for assistance. This was Heckter's domain, and his henchmen were omnipresent.

If she called for help, not only would she fail, but she would also anger Heckter.

Thrown onto the bed, Izabella had her bag searched, and her entire body ached horribly. She opened her mouth and threw up, her stomach filled with either alcohol or blood.

It hurt so bad. The pain wasn't just physical; it was a deeper emotional wound. Physical pain could heal, but the heartache, just thinking about it, made her feel awful. There was no cure for that.

"There's no reason to be sad," Izabella comforted herself. After all, she's been betrayed before.

She could finally sever ties with Lucas now. With him off her back, she wouldn't have to be controlled by Brett anymore.

If she could make it out alive tonight, she swore she'd divorce Brett.

Izabella took a small fruit knife from her pocket and clenched it in her palm.

This tiny knife could be a life saver or a deadly weapon at a critical moment.

Afraid of losing consciousness, Izabella bit down on the bedding and stabbed herself in the thigh. The sharp pain brought her clarity.

"You're a businessman too. I don't believe you're not aware of the pros and cons. To offend Brett just for one night, it's not worth it."

Heckter hadn't interacted with Brett and only knew a little about him. He only believed 20% of what Izabella said.

However, his understanding of Izabella was much higher. Many people said she was smart.

Today, he had witnessed her calm demeanor during a crisis, bargaining and trying to escape even when she was thrown onto a bed.

"Whether it's a loss or gain isn't up to you, Izabella. I suggest you stop trying anything. Since you're here, I won't let you go."