Chapter 333

The moment Michael heard that Isabella might die, he froze completely.

"Stop worrying about it. You should be with me," Bianca said, laughing as she looked at him. She climbed onto his shoulders and blew into his ear. "Michael, you have no idea how long I've waited for this. Come on, tear my clothes off."

From Isabella's perspective, it looked like Bianca and Michael were about to fall onto the large bed behind them at any moment.

Michael's eyes darkened. He did want to tear Bianca apart, but not her clothes-he wanted to tear her to pieces. How dare she lay a hand on Isabella? He couldn't even bear to touch Isabella.

As he placed his hands on Bianca's shoulders, Isabella let out a sharp cry, her eyes filled with terror.

Michael frowned, trying to understand what Isabella was trying to convey. Just then, a voice came through his earpiece.

"Mr. Brown, we're in trouble, we've been..."

The voice abruptly cut off as Bianca casually yanked the earpiece from his ear. The tiny device, small enough to go unnoticed on a fingertip, was now in Bianca's hand. She smirked and threw it to the ground, crushing it under her heel.

"Michael, you really think you can play these cheap tricks on me? Do you think I'm that clueless, or that I wouldn't notice?"

"If that's what you think, you're seriously underestimating me."

Michael didn't argue. From the brief message in the earpiece, he could guess that his men had been discovered. If he wanted to save Isabella, he would have to do it alone.

But Bianca had no intention of giving him any more chances. She pulled him by his tie to the bed. "Michael, let's not waste any more time on our first time together."

With a command from Bianca, the guards watching Isabella left the room. She wanted Isabella to watch, but she wasn't about to let other men enjoy the view.

Bianca began unbuttoning his shirt, but Michael's eyes remained on Isabella. He noticed her signaling towards a door.

As Bianca focused on his buttons, Michael followed Isabella's gaze to a door left slightly ajar. The guards had underestimated Isabella, thinking a pregnant woman couldn't escape. Bianca had sent them away to avoid being overheard, which now worked in Michael's favor.

Just as Bianca was halfway through unbuttoning his shirt, Michael grabbed her hand. He leaned down, his eyes filled with a mix of teasing and mischief.

"Bianca, if you want something special, let's make it even more exciting."

His eyes gleamed with intense desire, and Bianca, lying on the bed, could see it clearly. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. This was exactly what she wanted.

"Michael, isn't being watched exciting enough? How much more special do you want it?"

Despite her words, Bianca's excitement grew. Michael pulled off his tie and gently covered her eyes, whispering seductively.

"Close your eyes and leave the rest to me. I promise you'll enjoy it."

His deep, deliberate voice sent shivers through Bianca, who was already trembling with excitement. She obediently closed her eyes, ready for whatever Michael had in store.

She had been wrong all along. Michael wasn't a traditional man; he had a wild side too.

Her eyes were covered, and her hands were bound by something unknown. In the next moment, she was flipped onto her stomach, her vision completely dark.

Bianca thought this was part of Michael's "excitement" and didn't resist. Instead, she eagerly anticipated the "rough" treatment to come.

But the bindings on her hands tightened painfully. "Michael, no, it's too tight," she gasped.

As doubt crept in, Michael's hot breath brushed her ear. "You wanted excitement, didn't you? This is just the beginning. Bear with it!"

Bianca's body went numb, and she stopped doubting him. The rope around her wrists tightened further, and Michael quickly tied a knot. Then, with cold eyes, he pushed her away.

"Bianca, you want pleasure? There are plenty of men outside. Call them in and have your fun. But you think you deserve to be with me?"

With that, he left the room and ran to the next one.

But when Michael reached the room, the door was wide open. The guards were gone, and Isabella was nowhere to be seen.

Michael was stunned. Just minutes ago, Isabella had been there. What went wrong?

Where did Isabella go?

Only Bianca could have taken her away so quickly.

Michael rushed back to the bed, grabbed the bound Bianca, and demanded, "Where is Isabella? Tell me!"

Bianca, in pain from Michael's rough handling, didn't dare provoke him further. His eyes were filled with murderous rage.

"Isabella was right there," Bianca said, but the window was open, and the door was ajar. Isabella was gone, and it wasn't Michael who had taken her.

"How ironic," Bianca laughed. "Michael, have you forgotten? If I hadn't saved you from drowning, you'd be dead. And now you want to kill me? You're ungrateful, and even fate isn't on your side. I won't tell you where Isabella is!"

Bianca wanted to torment Michael. Just minutes ago, she had hoped he still loved her. But now, she realized he never did. He cared about Isabella, that wretched woman.

She couldn't let him have his way.

But Bianca underestimated Michael's fury. He pulled her to the ground, towering over her.

"Bianca, I've repaid my debt for saving me. Now, tell me where Isabella is, or I'll send you to Auroria again. You know how chaotic it is there, don't you?"