Chapter 12 Facade Of Happiness

• Isabelle, nestled in the vast king-sized bed, woke with a start her heart pounding an erratic meter against her ribs. She sat up and realized she was alone.
• A surge of nausea washed over her, the memory of the previous night's argument replaying in her head like a broken record. His face was twisted in wrathfulness his voice a guttural scowl, his hands, gripped into fists. The violent trouble in his eyes, a raptorial glint that had transferred a shiver of primitive fear down her spine.
• She sat up, the luxurious silk sheets sliding down her bare shoulders with her eyes sweeping across the opulent room. Every detail spoke of Liam's wealth and power- the hand-sutured Italian linens, the flashing marble bottoms, the curated art pieces worth a king's fortune.