My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

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Chapter 483

As soon as Wendy stepped away, the balding middle-aged man who had been leering over at isabella seized his

chance like a vulture spotting a meal. Clutching his beer, his potbelly leading the way, he sauntered over.

“Isabella, drowning your sorrows in booze all by your lonesome? Con, lighten up. How about a chat? I'm

your biggest fan, you know.”

Isabella, slightly tipsy, turned around only to be greeted by a sleazy grin plastered across a plump, porcine face.

Having been around the block a few times, she could instantly tell what he was after. The alcohol in her system

only amplified her disgust, and without a second thought, she doused him with her drink, “Buzz offf”

With a splash, the man’s shirt was soaked half, anger flashing in his eyes as he stood up, teeth clenched, about

to slap her, only to find her collapsing onto the bar.

“Bitch! Don’t play dead, get up!

He grabbed her by the collar noticing she didn’t react, seemingly passed out drunk; lascivious thoughts started

creeping into his mind.

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He had only intended to hit on her, to leave his number, considering how many stars would kill for a chance with

a loaded boss like him. But now, not only had he been rejected, but he was also soaked in booze. She had struck

first, and he wasn’t about to play nice

anymore!

Looking around and seeing no one paying them any mind, he sneakily propped her up and made his way to the

hotel.

“Ugh!”

On the king-size bed of a hotel room, with the harsh glare of the crystal chandelier above and the alcohol

churning in her stomach. Isabella woke up feeling nauseous. As she tried to get up to vomit, she saw a blurry

figure across the room-a rotund, balding middle-aged man stripping, while she lay on a stark white bedsheet

“AN

Her scream cut through the silence as she clutched the duvet tightly, sobering up considerably.

Hearing her scream, the man turned, a sleazy smile on his face as he rubbed his hands together, “Hey there,

beauty, you're awake?”

“Who are you?!”

“The one who's gonna make you feel good!”

He lunged at her, his quivering mass of flesh and lecherous gaze terrifying Isabella.

“Get off! Get away!”

As she struggled desperately, she managed to grab her phone, hitting the speed dial for her contacts, but before

she could make a call, the bald snatched the phone away, tossing it under the bed.

“Stop fighting, darling. Stick with me, and I'll make sure you get whatever roles you

want!”

His bulky frpinned her down like a mountain, leaving her powerless to resist. Isabella fought back with

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despair and tears, her face smeared with them.

As the phone rang, Xanthea was in the middle of a lab demonstration for her team. She glanced at the caller ID

flashing “Isabella”, her actions momentarily pausing.

Her? Why

? Why would she call her out of the blue? They had long since drifted apart, with almost a year of silence

between them,

She reached to disconnect the call but hesitated at the sound of the persistent ringing, eventually answering.

“Hello?”

As soon as the call connected, the sound of a heavy slap echoed through.

“You slut, dared to bite me? You're asking forit!noticing you should have been an honor for you. Ungrateful

bitch, you'll leam!”

“Get off, get off! Help, someone, help!”

The sounds of insults, a woman's pleas for help, and the tearing of fabric made Xanthea’s eyes instantly narrow,

realizing what was happening.

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