Chapter 328

Bianca walked up to the door and kicked open the rusty iron gate.

Inside, Isabella was tied up, her hands and feet bound, just like Bianca had been once.

The suffering she endured, Isabella would now experience it too.

And she would feel it twice as much.

"Miss Wilson of the Wilson Family, wife of the CEO of the Brown Group, Isabella, let's see what you have to be so proud of now," Bianca sneered, stepping closer to Isabella, feeling a rush of satisfaction.

She had fantasized about this moment countless times, and now it was finally happening.

With just a word from her, Isabella's life or death was in her hands. The feeling was exhilarating.

"Bianca, why kidnap me? What do you want from me?" Isabella demanded, still in shock. She had thought some unknown enemy had kidnapped her, but seeing Bianca made everything clear.

"Kidnap?" Bianca laughed coldly, spreading her hands in a mock-innocent gesture. "I didn't have anyone kidnap you. My people must have misunderstood my instructions. I merely asked them to 'invite' you for a chat. Who knew they'd be so enthusiastic and tie you up here? There's nothing I can do about it."

Isabella felt a wave of nausea at Bianca's fake innocence. Even now, she was still pretending?

"Bianca, you're as shameless as ever. Without your orders, would your people have tied me up like this? I'm pregnant, and you still tied me up. What do you want?"

She had been on guard against a mysterious enemy for so long, only to be targeted by Bianca while she was heading to the hospital. Now she was stuck in this dark, damp place.

All she could hope for was that Daniel wouldn't find out. His health was fragile, and he was still recovering. If he knew she had been kidnapped, it would surely upset him.

She prayed in her heart, 'Please, God, don't let Daniel find out about this.'

Bianca, however, ignored Isabella's questions, her gaze fixed on Isabella's belly. Isabella was wearing a thick down jacket, but the bulge was unmistakable.

Isabella's eyes were filled with hatred. Why did Isabella get all the good things in life while she got nothing?

She had loved Michael for so many years, waited for him for so long, and now Isabella was carrying his child?

She had tried so hard, done everything to get close to him, to marry him. But Michael wouldn't even touch her!

Thinking about the false promises and tenderness, Bianca couldn't control herself. She walked up to Isabella, her eyes locked on her belly.

If she couldn't have it, neither would Isabella.

As long as this bastard child was gone, Michael would come back to her.

Bianca's red nails slowly reached out, touching Isabella's swollen belly, her eyes narrowing with malice.

"What are you doing?" Isabella's face turned pale as she realized Bianca was targeting her child.

"Take your hands off my baby," she demanded, but with her hands and feet bound, she couldn't move, only watch as Bianca's hand roamed over her belly.

Cold sweat broke out all over her body.

Bianca had always taken everything from her, from toys and food to her room, her family, and her man.

Since the day she married Michael, Bianca's eyes had never left him. For three years, her marriage had always included a third person, Bianca.

Now that she was pregnant with Michael's child, she must hate Isabella very much.

But the child was innocent.

"Bianca, I know you hate me. Do whatever you want to me, I won't resist. But you can't touch my child. If anything happens to my baby, I won't let you get away with it, even if I die."

To Isabella, nothing was more important than her child. She couldn't let anything happen to the baby.

But her words had no effect on Bianca. Bianca wouldn't spare the child, nor would she spare Isabella. They both deserved to die.

Bianca sneered, "Isabella, you still carry that rich girl arrogance everywhere you go. Look at your situation now. Tell me, how will you get revenge on me if you're dead?"

"But right now, I need to decide whether to kill you first or your child."

As she spoke, she continued to scrutinize Isabella's body.

A mocking smile played on her lips. "Isabella, I really underestimated you. No wonder you managed to seduce Michael. Your body under those clothes is quite something."

"I've heard that pregnant women change in many ways, but you've been pregnant for so long, and your skin is still so smooth and your figure hasn't changed much, except for your belly. You're exactly the type of woman men like."

Bianca's voice was calm, as if they were chatting in a café. But the calmer she was, the more panicked Isabella felt.

Bianca had gone to great lengths to bring her here. She couldn't just do nothing. This calmness was more likely her way of figuring out how to torture her more effectively.

With Bianca's people outside, there was no way she could escape.

Bianca wasn't in a hurry.

Isabella bit her lip, forcing herself to stay calm. She had bodyguards with her before she disappeared. If something happened to her, Atticus and Holden would come looking for her immediately.

All she had to do was buy time until they arrived.

"Bianca, I have no grudge against you. Why are you doing this to me?"

Even if she was going to die, she wanted to know why.

Growing up, Harper and Indigo had always favored Bianca, taking everything from her. She lost her mother at seven and was constantly bullied in the Taylor Family. It was more reasonable for her to hate Bianca.

"At this point, you still have the nerve to ask that? Isabella, should I call you naive or just plain stupid!"

Bianca mocked her without mercy. "Our biggest grudge is that you took everything that was supposed to be mine-my parents, my home, and the man I love, Michael."

If it weren't for Isabella, all of this would have been hers.

Now, in this situation, how could she not hate?

Bianca's words made Isabella realize that Bianca was no longer rational.

But she couldn't risk provoking Bianca now. For her child's safety and her own, she had to hold on until Atticus and the others arrived.

"You say I took everything from you, but think about it. From childhood, everything that was mine, you took from me."

Isabella spoke calmly about their childhood, trying to make Bianca see who the real victim was.

"The first day you came to the Taylor Family, you wanted my room. Then it was my toys. Everything I liked, you took. Did I ever fight you for it?"