The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 862

‘Jole. I’ve cut you some slack before, out of respect for the times you’ve helped me and Grandma.” Isaac said, his patience finally wearing thin. “But you shouldn’t keep pushing your luck.”

Joie felt a chill run down her spine under his intense gaze, her whole body trembling “Bro Isaac, it’s not what you think–I didn’t mean to

She scrambled for a plausible excuse, but nothing convincing came to mind.

Isaac stood up. His hand lifted in a silent command.

The bodyguards entered.

One of them held a knife that glinted ominously in the dim light.

Joie’s legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled backward. “Bro Isaac, what are you doing?”

“Her face-I don’t ever want to see it again.”

At isaac’s command, the bodyguards closed in.

Joie screamed, tears streaming down her face. “Bro Isaac, I’m really sorry, I know I was wrong. It hurts! Don’t touch me! Bro Isaac!” Her cries echoed throughout the room.

was thick with the smell of blood. Joie lay on the floor, too

“Get a doctor.”

leave scars. Upon discovering this, Joie smashed things in a fit of rage, nearly passing out from the

Those incidents alone had led Isaac to mar her face. The thought of Isaac ever finding out

had known Isaac could

in Bright

taking care of business with Charles, they

by the bar scene, having had a liberal upbringing in Craneville. He

resting his chin on his hand as he looked at her. “What’s

the institute. She surely wasn’t planning on sticking with the Salter

her drink. “I

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

wasn’t lovesick; she just didn’t want to ruin everything

Brittany wasn’t in the mood, Charles headed to the dance floor. Dressed to impress, with a couple of buttons

out quietly, looking for a quiet spot. As she walked past a partially

you hear Joie was locked up?”

“Isaac’s doing.”