he gossip continued relentlessly. “If I were Henry, I wouldn’t choose Isabella either. Exposing herself in broad daylight- how utterly disgraceful! If the Hardings married someone like her, they’d never be able to hold their heads up again.”
“Get out of my way! I’m trying to record this,” someone else complained. “Her breasts are quite large. I should invite her to star in an adult film.”
While everyone was pointing and laughing, Henry continued moving forward. But instead of approaching Isabella, he walked right past her–heading straight for me.
Without a word, he scooped me up in his arms and kicked open the door to a nearby guest room, carrying me inside. Moments later, my voice could be heard through the door: “Let go of me!” I shouted. “Henry, you bastard! If you touch me,
I’ll crush your balls!”
My threats were completely meaningless. Soon, even my angry protests faded away, replaced by something else entirely-
the unmistakable sound of passionate moaning.
Isabella stood naked in the hallway, enduring the scrutiny of dozens of eyes, completely stunned. How had this happened? Henry was supposed to come to her!
She remained frozen in place while William, witnessing this obscene display, turned away in disgust, not wanting to taint
his eyes with such a sight.
“Richard!” he barked. “Get your wife over here! Where did she find this indecent woman? Get her out immediately! And someone go to the children’s room to stay with Billy–don’t let him see this filth!”
Mark understood the old man’s concern for his great–grandson and quickly volunteered: “Sir, I’ll go watch the young master and make sure he doesn’t come out.” He rushed to the children’s room and firmly closed the door.
Richard’s face had turned crimson with anger, leaving him nearly speechless. “Someone get her some clothes!” he finally managed. “What a disgrace!”
Two female staff members quickly ran into another guest room, returning with a blanket which they forcibly wrapped around Isabella, dragging her toward the stairs.
Isabella resisted, struggling against them. “Get off me! Don’t touch me!” But no one listened to her protests.
With such a commotion upstairs, Catherine could hardly remain unaware. When she finally arrived at the scene and saw only Isabella had been humiliated, she felt as though the sky had fallen on her.
She stared at Isabella in disbelief, her eyes filled with confusion: Didn’t I teach you exactly what to do? How did it end up
like this?
She instinctively looked down the hallway behind Isabella, but there was no sign of Henry. No sign of Sophia either. A terrible premonition filled her head. She grabbed Isabella’s still–struggling arm and demanded loudly: “What were you doing?”
Catherine’s plan should have been flawless. If Isabella had followed the steps exactly, she would have succeeded.
But my unexpected appearance had been the one variable they hadn’t accounted for.
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Isabella had been so close to success–just a hair’s breadth away–and now everything was ruined. Faced with Catherine’s questioning, Isabella collapsed to the floor like a deflated balloon.
Grace, still unaware of what had happened, pushed her way through the crowd to reach Isabella. She tried to help her up, pulling at the blanket around her. “Isabella, what’s wrong? Get up!”
As Grace unconsciously tugged at the blanket, Isabella’s naked body was once again exposed to everyone’s view. The crowd gasped in renewed shock.
Grace frantically tried to cover Isabella again. “Isabella, what happened to you?”
Catherine was seething with rage. Neither of her daughters had ever shown an ounce) worse!” she snapped at Grace. “Hurry up and help Isabella get out of here!”
of intelligence. “Stop making things
Grace finally seemed to grasp the situation. Without further questioning, she and the staff members lifted Isabella from the floor and headed toward the stairs. Richard emerged from the crowd, blocking their path. “Wait!”
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