Possession by KATHLEEN HAYAT (best fiction novels TXT) 📖

His phone rang and he rolled his eyes in annoyance before answering the call. "What?" Blade snapped.

"The fuck you did now?" The old man growled.

So the old man got to know about fire stuff.

"I blinked." Blade said in a duh tone and it got his father a lot more angry.

"I got a call from police headquarters today. A girl was there to file a case against you. You fucking started forcing girls now?" Mr. Turner roared from the other side and Blade's brows shot up in surprise.

Woah!

The girl has guts.

"I'll handle her." Blade said casually and his father fumed even more.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You could've given her some money to sleep with you but you dumb piece of shit has to create all this mess. Are you forgetting you're a fucking billionaire's son. A sole heir of my whole damn empire!" Mr. Turner boomed from the other side.

Blade's hand turned into fist as he grinded his molars in rage. When his father insults him like this all he wanted to do was kill the piece of shit of a father.

"I learned from the best." Blade gritted out and there was a long silence on the other side.

"If by any chance that bitch went seeking help again or she tried to defame you which would lead to the ruination of my respect. I swear I'll not only get her killed, I'll cut all my ties with you as my son and you'll be left with no fucking penny." Mr. Turner spat and cut the call on him.

Blade took in a deep breath and cracked his neck dangerously before dialing for his father again. He picked on the second call.

"Your whores are bitches. And if you touch a hair on her head. I'll ruin you myself." Blade growls viciously and cuts the call with satisfaction in his soul.

He felt rage when his father cursed her. The dare of him to kill her. The old man would know better than to piss him off.

Blade left the uni, even though only half day has passed but he didn't give a flying fuck. At his penthouse he couldn't help but think about her. 

She was brave. He gave her that.

If his father met her then he was sure his father would've sprouted tons of nonsense to her but fuck he didn't like how the bloody fuck his father insulted him because of her.

He dialed for a number. "I want you to find me the exact address of Isabelle Noah. You can interrogate my driver who dropped her." With that he cut the call.

Now he wanted to see her a lot more. He was already missing her. Her floral scent. Her soft body. Her luscious lips. Those fiery eyes.

Next two days also went with her absence and it started to irk him so much. He was restless, no he was fucking frustrated and he needed to see her.

Isabelle didn't go to university for three consecutive days. She didn't want to go there. She was scared because she didn't want to face him. It was like facing your killer which she really didn't want. In these three days she got a call from Jacob twice, asking about her health.

She told him that she was better and when he asked, when she was coming back to work? She was unable to answer that question.

She would probably find another job and won't go back to that university ever. Never in her dreams she thought Blade would stoop so low. She thought she could fight him off, endure his ridiculous games but he crossed the line. Emma thinks that due to a lot of work Isabelle got a fever. Ava and Axel were so worried about her as they did most of the chores.

Isabelle on the other hand was thinking of ways to get evidence against him. And this time she won't go to the cops. No, she would directly approach the media with solid evidence. But her heart constricted everytime knowing no one really saw her in his home. That driver surely dropped her but in the end Blade would buy him as well. And if she took social media's help, Blade would be ruined for sure but what about her? What about her respect? The whole world would know what happened to her. How would she face her siblings, her friend?

Now come to think of it, his father was a top notch bastard. He was the one who was helping Blade to do anything and in return his jerk of a father cleaned all the mess. That was why he got so much courage to hurt her. Because he knew he would never get caught.

Isabelle felt so alone, sad and scared.

Only if her parents were alive, she wouldn't have to look for a job and come under his radar.

She couldn't help but think, how many girls he has forced before her and got away with it.

A shudder ran down her spine when she got the vivid memory of how he sensually touched her. She immediately shook her head to get rid of those reels.

It was the third day and Isabelle was feeling a lot better so she prepared the dinner. The three siblings ate the food happily as Ava and Axel told her about their tests and stuff regarding school.

She noticed how she has avoided her siblings in the past days. In all the chaos inside her heart, they were her peace.

It was late at night when Isabelle woke up feeling weird. She sleeps in the lounge on the large sofa as she has given one room to each of her siblings. She didn't sleep with Ava because Ava studies till late night and it disturbs Isabelle's sleep.

She stood up groggily and went to the kitchen to have a glass of water. She turned the lights on and gulped down the glass of water. It did soothe her throat but there was a weird feeling as if she was being watched. She placed the glass back and then a shriek was about to escape her lips when she felt someone's breathing on the nape of her neck.