Isabella's POV
"And that is not possible!" I shouted as more tears fell down my eyes. I took a step back while he sighed. His tall body towered even if he was far away, and I felt my five feet and six inches to be extremely small.
"How many times do I have to remind you that I can make everything possible? If only you—"
"If only I what? Follow your orders?" I said, my voice laced with malice.
He raised his eyebrow and nodded. "Pretty much."
"No. No. I—I don't even know you anymore. This—This was not what I thought you were! You're not who I fell in love with!"
The smile on Achilles' face didn't fade. The satisfied look on that handsome masterpiece made my hair rise and skin crawl.
"Well, I think you better buckle up, sweetheart, because right now, I am here." He looked around and came closer. "And I am, in fact, the one and the only person you get to love."
I closed my eyes and felt his hot breath fanning over my face. It wasn't long before his lips connected with mine. My imagination grew wild, my lips felt wet and my hands couldn't help but go to his silky hair.
I kissed him back—as every other fucking time. No matter how much I regretted it later, no matter how wrong it was.
He knew he had complete control over me.
And. He. Used. That. Against. Me. Every. Fucking. Time.
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On a normal day, he would be out with his girlfriend, Anna. She was a redhead with blue eyes and porcelain skin. She was taller—5 feet and 8 inches. Of course, she was extremely beautiful and talented, too—making everyone in the family love her. If only they knew about Achilles and his plans, they would keep me miles away from him.
Not that I wasn't worthy. But it would be extremely defaming for him to get into a relationship with his step-sister. And my stepdad, Mr. Roman—as I call him, would care about nothing if it came to the fame of the Roman Family.
I would also have a normal life with a normal boyfriend if it wasn't for his over-possessive nature.
It was unfair, and it was completely wrong. I didn't even know what my life was and what it was going to be when he stepped into it.
Everything he did with me, to me, and for me, was completely wrong. Still, he felt to be the only right thing in my life.
Was it love?
Or just some kind of plain, creepy obsession?
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