The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella)

Chapter 35 Thirty Five

After the incident with Claudia, Mr Grayson stopped making advances towards Isabelle. He no longer

called her to his office frequently or offered to help her with her work. This convinced Isabelle that he

had given up, and she was finally able to relax fully.

So it caught her by surprise when he approached her one evening after work and asked her to join him

to have dinner with a client. Isabelle’s heart sank as she realised that he had not given up. Instead, he

had been biding his time.

“I’m sorry but I can’t join you,” she rejected his invitation politely, hoping he would let it go. She

gathered her stuff into her bag, wanting to make an escape quickly.

Mr Grayson stepped in her way. “You should come with me, Ms Cruz. I want to introduce some

resources that can help you a lot here at work.”

“Thank you for the consideration,” she told him, “but I really cannot go with you. I have urgent matters

to attend to, so I have to leave right away.”

“Do you think I wasted my time coming here to ask you to come with me because I have nothing better

to do?” he asked, his tone becoming stern. His sudden change in demeanour surprised her, and she

clutched her bag tightly. “I am your senior, and if I ask you to come with me to meet a client, you should

come. I have even told you that this meeting can benefit you in your work. What do you have to do

that’s more important than your job?”

Isabelle swallowed. “I–”

“It’s either you come with me or lose your job,” he said resolutely. “If you think you can do whatever you

want, maybe you have no place in this company.”

“I’ll come with you,” she told him, having no other choice. It was just dinner. She wasn’t about to risk

her job because of this.

Mr Grayson nodded curtly. “Wait for me, we’ll leave shortly.”

***

When they got to the restaurant they were meeting the client in, Mr Grayson led her to a private room.

The moment she stepped inside, however, she wondered whether they had gone into the wrong room.

This didn’t look like the kind of setting she was expecting for dinner with a client. There were several

men in the room, all sitting with skimpily-dressed women in their arms.

She stopped in her tracks and took a step back. “What is this?” she asked.

Mr Grayson wrapped his hand around her arm and pulled her forward. “Come inside,” he told her.

She tried to remove her arm from his grip forcefully, but his grip was too strong. “This does not look like

a client dinner.” No, in fact, she was sure it wasn’t. This was just a private room full of men entertaining

themselves with the women in their company. She was positive that the director had lied to her about a

dinner with a client to bring her here.

While they had been making their way to the restaurant, share had cheered herself up with the fact that

they would be in the company of the client, so Mr Grayson wouldn’t try any appropriate. In such a

setting, she would have found a way to get through the evening without engaging his ulterior motive.

But now, in this setting, there was no telling what his plans were.

“Tonight we’ll have fun, just you and me,” he told her, leaning in close to her ear. His voice and his

breath disgusted her and caused her stomach to turn.

Now that he had revealed his true intentions, she fought him without holding back. “I don’t want to be

here,” she said loudly, “let me go back.”

“Do you want us to go somewhere more private?” he asked, walking further into the room and dragging

her with him. “I wanted to spend some quality time with you, anyway.”

“Let go of me!” she screamed, digging her nails into his hand. At that moment, the door opened and a

waitress stepped in, carrying a tray of drinks. As she placed them on the table, Isabelle addressed her.

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The waitress only gave her a cursory look before walking out of the room. Isabelle was shocked that

she hadn’t bothered to help her, and that’s when it truly sunk in that Mr Grayson had brought her to a

shady place to take advantage of her.

Her panic grew as he continued dragging her towards another door and none of the other occupants of

the room paid attention to her plight. They were all busy drinking alcohol and laughing as they cuddled

their partners. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled onto her cheeks as she realised that no one was

coming to her help.

“Where are you taking me?” she demanded.

“I already told you,” he said, finally getting to the door and wrenching it open. “Somewhere we can be

alone.”

When he had the door open, he jerked her arm roughly and pushed her forward, forcing her to stumble

into the next room. Isabelle’s fear tripled as she saw the bed in the room. Mr Grayson closed the door

behind him and leered at her, reaching up to loosen his tie.

“You have been avoiding me at work, haven’t you? Acting like you are too good for me. Let’s see about

that now,” he said, taking slow steps towards her.

Isabelle shook her head, determined to fight her way through. She wiped the tears beneath her eyes

and shook her head. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

He laughed, an evil laugh that made her skin crawl. “Don’t pretend to be innocent, I made it quite

obvious that I wanted you. That stupid bitch almost ruined everything with her loud mouth, but finally,

here we are. I don’t have to wait anymore.”

“I’ll report you,” she threatened, taking a step back to create more distance between them. “If you do

anything to me, I’ll make sure to report you to HR.”

He cackled as he released his sleeve cuffs. “Who will believe you? You are just the newbie who has

been involved with rumours about her promiscuous nature from the moment you stepped foot into that

company. I have been with the company for many years, and I can easily make everyone believe that

you’re making false accusations because I refused to sleep with you for favours at work.”

Tears of frustration fell down Isabelle’s cheeks as she realised he was right. Nobody would believe her

over the word of a department director.

“You have already come with me this far,” he told her. “So let’s get this out of the way. I promise you’ll

like it.”

He took large fast steps towards her, giving her no time to get away. Gripping her arms, he threw her

onto the bed. She fell on her back and crawled away from the edge, trying to get to her feet and make

a dash for the door.

But she got nowhere as he threw his body over hers and reached for her jacket. She thrashed beneath

him as she tried to topple him while also trying to keep him from removing her jacket. A sob escaped

her throat as she realised how much stronger he was than her.

Mr Grayson put all his focus on getting rid of her jacket, wishing she had worn a dress that day instead

of a pantsuit. But that was a small obstacle in his path. No matter how much she tried to push him

away or cried, he wasn’t going to let her go until he got what he wanted.

When it proved too troublesome to get rid of her jacket, he gripped her blouse with both hands,

intending to tear it open.

Before he could, he received a heavy blow to his face that caused him to fall backwards onto the floor.