The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 202 Isabelle’s Ending (1)

When they were outside, Susan turned her head sideways and looked at Julian. Then, she said to him, " I can't believe you really did that to her."

Isabelle had been a proud and arrogant woman. Right now, Julian wanted her to marry someone that she looked down upon. It was probably worse than asking her to die.

"This is just the beginning," Julian said as he flashed Susan a grin.

Even though Wayne was not the proprietor, he did try t o harm Susan. As for Isabelle, she was the mastermind of the entire incident, so it went without saying that he would not be lenient toward either of them.

Maybe they thought he would let them go after forcing them to marry each other, but this was just the first step of his revenge.

Susan sighed, "I don't understand why Isa hates me so much."

Julian smiled, "Some people just couldn't bear seeing you lead a better life. It's one of the greatest sins for them."

Susan mulled over the words and then nodded. She felt Julian was right. She had never done anything bad to Isabelle before, yet she hated her guts. The

reason was that she was married to Julian.

From here, it could be seen that having a better life was also a sin. However, she could not cast a lurid light over her life just to cater to everyone. People would get jealous over every single thing, and there was nothing she could do about it. As such, in Isabelle's case, she could just let her be. Perhaps time would change her mind? Susan did not know.

Throwing everything to the wind, Julian and Susan left like two lovebirds.

On the other side, the Shelbys were still in a mess.

"I won't marry him!" Isabelle shouted with all her might.

"The documents are all here, she's ready to get married at any time," Mr. Shelby said ingratiatingly with Isabelle's documents in his hand.

’Ready to get married at any time?'

Isabelle took a look at Wayne standing next to her, and she felt like she was about to go mad.

Who was Wayne? He was just a contemptible male host, while she was the daughter of a decent family. She wanted to be a healthy, happy, and rich housewife. Even if she could not marry Julian, at the very least she should marry another man that had the same social status as her.

If she were to marry Wayne, Isabelle felt the light was leaving and darkness was filling her world. She would rather die than spend the rest of her life with this kind of person.

Seizing the chance while nobody was looking at her, Isabelle charged towards the wall. She made a meaty contact with the wall and startled everyone in the room.

One of the bodyguards rushed over to check on her. Then, he said indifferently, "She's fine. Just a little wound. She won't die from it. Let’s proceed to the civil affair bureau.”

Sitting on the floor, Isabelle was enveloped in despair.

She could not understand why the people on the TV would die by running themselves into the wall while all she got was just a small wound. Could it be that she hit herself not hard enough? However,

her courage began to wane, and she did not have to guts to do it again after she tried to commit suicide once.

Even though she was not reconciled to marry Wayne, she was even more unwilling to die without doing anything.

"How dare you try to kill yourself, you little b*tch!" Mr. Shelby was beyond furious. He walked over to Isabelle and stomped on her chest as he hissed, "This is all your fault. If you behave well, then Mr. Shaw might forgive us. However, if you don’t, I'll kill you here right away! Try me!”

Isabelle was startled by the grotesque expression on M r. Shelby’s face. She gritted her teeth and swallowed

all her words back to her stomach pit.

After that, both she and Wayne went to the civil affair bureau and registered for marriage under the escort of the bodyguards.

No matter how reluctant she was, there was nothing she could do to change the situation now.

'Just you wait, Susan! I might have lost to you this time, but I’ll certainly get you back for everything you did to me today,' Isabelle thought inwardly as a dark glint flashed across her eyes. 1

"A reminder for you two: Don't ever try to leave each other." A bodyguard said with a smile, "As Mr. Shaw said, so long as you stay together, he would let bygones be bygones. However, if either of you dares to leave the other, he will find you and make sure that you will pay for everything that you did to him and Mrs. Shaw. Am I clear?”

Wayne's expression changed and he hastily said, "Yes, yes, we got it."

Isabelle’s face grew even darker. Initially, she planned to escape from Wayne when she got the chance.

However, considering Julian's resources, she was afraid that he would not give her the chance.

It seemed to her that the man would do everything to drive her to the wall.

Isabelle was chased out from the Shelbys after she got the marriage certificate. Mr. Shelby took everything but her clothes. He did not even leave her with her handphone. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

As such, Isabelle married into the Lewis family empty-handed. Since Wayne had a gambler father, he could not afford to buy a house and he stayed in a rented house.

The moment she stepped into the house, Isabelle said coldly, "I'll say it first - we were forced to get married. I'm not interested in you, and I suppose you don't like me either, so let's just keep it that way. We’ll stay away from each other, and we won't touch each other’s life. I guess you should know that you don’t deserve me." 1

Wayne snickered upon seeing Isabelle’s high and mighty attitude.

"Who do you think you are to speak to me like that? Do you think you still are the future Mrs. Shaw? It’s time t o wake up, Isabelle. Look around you. You're in my house, not in the Shaw Mansion!" Wayne got angrier a s he talked, "I don’t deserve you? Do you think I'd fall i n love with you? If it were not you, would I have offended Julian Shaw? Would I sink to such depths? I'm very aggrieved to be forced to marry you, so quit acting like some sort of goddess. I know you very well, and you're nothing but a wh*re to me!"

He let out a cold laugh and pulled Isabelle over. Then, h e began tearing her shirt.

This time, Isabelle panicked and she shouted in a threatening manner, "Don't you dare, Wayne Lewis!" "Let’s see if I dare to do it or not," Wayne's expression turned even viler.

After half an hour, Isabelle lay numbly on the wooden bed. She was not wearing anything and there were startling bruises here and there on her body. 2

Contented, Wayne began to put on his clothes. When h e saw Isabelle, he could not help himself and gave her a slap in the face. "Don’t give me that dead face, you stupid woman. You don't think I'm unlucky enough, d 0 you?"

Isabelle’s blank expression began to crack. She jumped out and pounced at Wayne with her arm stretched out.

She was destroyed. She was not clean anymore. She was Isabelle, and she was destined to become an upper -class woman. Right now, all her hopes and dreams were punctured by Wayne just like a bubble.

Wayne let out a cold smile when he realized Isabelle still had the strength to fight back. He grabbed up a stick from the wall and beat her up.

He did not put down the stick until Isabelle could not move anymore.

"Don't pretend to be dead. Get up and make me a meal," Wayne hissed, "I'm hungry."

However, Isabelle remained unresponsive. He snickered and grabbed the stick again.

Just when he walked up to her, she jumped up and hastily said, "I’ll do it. I'll do it."

It was only then that Wayne let her. Just as Isabelle crawled out of the bed, she heard a commotion from the door.

"Open the door, Wayne! I know you’re in there! A debtor must pay his debt and a filial son should help pay his father's debt. Open the door and come out now!"

Wayne's face turned pale. Apparently, those guys were the loan sharks.