Isabella Rose was fed up. Between being a stay at home MILF whose identity quickly became consumed by taking care of her children, to being completely ignored by an overworked husband and what felt like everyone around her, Isabella was looking for...
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WEEK No. 11. DAY NO. 3. TUESDAY. NOON.
Caine's POV.
Thank God I already loved Isabella to death, because it's fueling me. It activates me. I'm already at a point where I'll do anything for her, she doesn't even have to ask. And she's proven to me over a short period of time that she's just as obsessed with me as I am of her, so being her knight in shining armor is the least I can do before we get out of this shit hole of a country. But to be her knight in this story, I have to be a villain too. Something deadlier than all of the monsters who were already after her before I could get my hands on her. If you haven't noticed, this girl had a lot of fires that she needed Daddy to come and put out for her prior to me showing up, and I will continue to do so. And believe it or not, I'm actually having a ball. It's kind of fun seeing that my old self was still in there somewhere. I guess it was holding out for Isabella.
Unfortunately her stalker's proven themselves to be smarter than I originally anticipated. But that's okay, I always get what I'm after in the end. This morning I took Isabella a few blocks over to a coffee shop, where her nut job stalker had agreed to meet her for their very first "date". Although I hung back and sat at a few tables over, trying to blend in with the crowd, I still ended up scaring them off. All Isabella got fifteen minutes later was a Discord message claiming that she was a "very bad girl for bringing THAT MAN with her", and that "she'd be punished for that." I didn't give a fuck though, I was never letting her walk into a situation by herself without any protection. We had some coffee and some breakfast and took a romantic walk afterwards. I knew I'd get my hands on that stalker eventually. A bit more cheese, and the rats will play eventually. I got nothing but space and opportunity. Time however, I don't have. I'm anxious to get home to my son, and I've got a monster of my own circling around him, desperate to get my attention. So I'll continue to hit the gas until I'm outta here with Bella and her babies by my side. Treating Dick in front of all of his little minions at his own job was nothing, in comparison to how he's gonna feel every time he walks back into his own house. Let's get this Discord Brady Bunch fairy tale under way.
