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Rage's POV:

I knocked her out and left her in the floor before searching the house for the kid. I found him asleep in bad with cars pj's on.

I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder before going back and putting Isabella over my other shoulder.

Neither of them woke up the whole time. When we got home, I threw Isabella in her cell roughly and close the door.

Going back upstairs, I sat the kid on the couch and his eyes started opening. My eyes widened when I realized who it is.

"Mom, dad, Fury!!"

They all came running and looked at Wrath on the couch. He ran over to them, no longer sleepy and gave them a big hug. "Where was he Rage?"

"At Isabella's house."

Wrath looked at me in confusion. "Who's Isabella?"

"The girl you were with."

"No it's not?"

I was about to reply when we heard a female scream. I smirk crossed my face as I headed downstairs with dad and Fury following.

Willow's POV:

I woke up in a dirty cell with my back and stomach hurting more than anything. As soon as the headache kicked in, I couldn't help it, I screamed as loud as possible.

3 men came stomping downstairs. "Rage, this is not Isabella. Her name is Aroura!"

"Stop yelling." I mumbled and all the dudes faced me.

"I know L and mystery man but who the fuck are you?"

"Actually, I'm Fury, mystery man is Rage, and L is Lucifer."

Realization dawned on me right as Rage pulled out a whip and whipped me on the thigh.

I didn't make a single movement or sound, just gave them all a dull face. "Where is Wrath."

"My brother is upstairs. Didn't think the kid you kidnapped was my brother, did you?" He smirked but so did I.

"You know torture doesn't affect me, correct? Been there done this."

"Where is William."

I shrugged "who knows?"

"You fucked him, surely you know where he goes sometimes."

"Not everything is as it seems. Either way, I had no clue where we were back then. That was a good 5 years ago."

"How old are you Isabella?"

"24, dipwad"

"Why'd you kill Joshua?"

"He tried to rape me. Didn't work out for him well. Gosh I wish I could go back in time and torture him to his last breath" I smiled at the thought.

He swung the whip again and I moved my hand to catch it, and sure enough, I did. Did it hurt and definitely cut me? Yes.

"My fucking mate isn't a rapist." He growled.

I froze. "I killed my brothers mate?"

"The fuck are you talking about brother?"

"Nice to meet you, Rage, I'm Willow. Also known as Isabella and Aroura."

"No you're not. Willow is dead. And her hair burns hair dye. You are not my sister."

I raise one of my eyebrows at him. "I'm a witch. I can easily make a spell so I can dye my hair."

"I saw a picture of her dying. Don't fucking lie to me."

"Go ask Wrath, stupid." I rolled my eyes but instead of listening, he just begging torturing me. Fury and Lucifer walk back upstairs and leave Rage to beat me.

"I'm not dead yet but I will be if you don't quit."

"That's my goal."

I just sit still, not making a single face or sound. Just my luck, I find my family and my twin brother is beating me.

He finally puts his torture toys away and leaves. I just sit there, staring into space before darkness comes yet again.

Logan's POV:

Aroura hasn't come into work for the past 2 weeks now and I'm honestly worried. She hasn't called, I haven't seen her walking to her apartment, nothing.

I lock up the office and go to hell. I go straight to the castle and when I walk in I hear torture going on downstairs so I walk down there.

There sat in cell A2, Aroura with Rage in front of her, beating the shit out of her. "Rage, what the fuck?!"

I run into the cell and immediately smell the most amazing scent of Orange citrus mixed with lavender. I tap into my demon and turn my scent on and Aroura perks up at the scent.

"Mate."

"Fuck." Not what I was expecting her to say.

"This is Isabella, our guest. Isabella, meet our guest-"

"Logan. Logan fucking Riley."

"Isabella? What? This is Aroura Diance."

"I'm neither! I'm Willow Corsage, daughter of the devil. 24 years old, kidnapped at 8 years old, beaten and raped for 11 years! I'm not Isabella and I'm not Aroura! I. Am. Willow!"

"Prove it! The man who killed Joshua was snaked Isabella Johnson and you admitted to it!" I step back and watch as Aroura and Rage argue.

"I was lying you fucking idiot! I'm being hunted by fucking William and I can't just tell people my name is Willow Corsage, that's basically a suicide sentence!"

"So was killing my mate!"

"Your mate tried to rape me, Rage! Whether I knew he was your mate or not, I'd still kill him."

"I'm gonna kill you."

"Make sure mom, dad, Fury, and Wrath know that you killed their daughter and sister."

"You are not Willow! Willow is dead!"

She closed her eyes hard and suddenly hr hair dye melted off of her hair.

"There. My natural hair is back. The spell is gone. I can't dye it anymore."

"That isn't fucking proof."

"I have our birthmark Tattoo. On my neck it says 'Lucifer je stvaran' in croation."

"Anyone could get that tattooed, Isabella."

"It's like you don't want me, your sister, to be alive!"

Rage's face turned red with anger. He punched her one last time before stomping out.

"So you're my mate."

I nod my head. "What's your real name."

She groaned in annoyance. "My name is Willow. You can literally text fucking William and ask him."

"Ok. I believe you."

"Actually?"

I nod again.

"I'm ready to just escape this place and come back when he fucking believes me."

"That's impossible in this place."

"It was impossible with William but it still happened. I just need someone to come rape me and get me pregnant, they give me an actual room and then I escape."

"Seems like you've done that before."

"Sure have. Been pregnant multiple times."

"By William?"

"Mhm. But if you lick chains coated in all the things that can kill you, then u can easily kill the baby."

"Seems like you've done it."

"Do you see me with a house full of kids? No? that's exactly what I did."

Lucifer called me upstairs. I bid her goodbye before walking up the steps ands into Lucifer's office.

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