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ever taken me before and after minutes of this, he withdraws from my body. Grabbing my arm and forcing me to face him this time, he wraps his large hand around my neck, squeezing with the force of an anaconda and says through clenched teeth, “Don’t you ever tell me no.”
    Tears roll out of my eyes as I struggle to catch a breath. With the little air I can collect, I cry out, “Why do you hate me?”
    “Because I didn’t ask for you. I don’t want you!”
    “That doesn’t stop you from sleeping with me.”
    A sly grin touched his lips. “I might as well take advantage of you while you’re here...that’s all you’re good for.”
    His chests puffs in and out quickly and his hand is still tight around my throat.
    “Let me go!” I yell.
    He frowns and pushes me to the floor with force. “There. You’re let go .”
    He walks out of the bathroom finally, leaving me on the floor in tears. No matter how much I tell myself to get up, I can’t move, and that’s how I know I’m at my breaking point. I can’t stop myself from crying as I think about telling Padma that I have to leave. I’ve never been a quitter – a failure – but I’m tired of being a stereotype, the picture of an abused woman. Ms. Beatrice was right...God doesn’t want me to be anyone’s fool.

 
     
     
    CHAPTER 5
     
    Dilvan
     
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    Dilvan got up around five this morning, took a shower then left the house without saying goodbye to anyone. He was anxious about this photo shoot, because he would see Isabella there. He wouldn’t leave Santa Monica without officially meeting and getting to know her. He’d use what he knew about her already to get close to her. He’d heard, through a few of the guys, that she used to date a football player. After that, she dated on and off, men who had money, influence, power or all three. She had no kids, loved to be in the social scene and liked nice things.
    Dilvan figured he had a shot at her. He wasn’t a football player, but he had muscles like one. He definitely had money, and another bonus for him was that they shared the same profession.
    Boy was she beautiful. ..
    Dilvan couldn’t recall ever seeing a woman so gorgeous, so enchanting. She was the Kim K. of the modeling world, had curves in all the right places and was a dream to watch. He couldn’t wait to finally see her again.
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
    CHAPTER 6
     
    Gabrielle
     
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    “Gabrielle, are you okay?”
    I hear the deep, male voice ask me that question, but I don’t know how to answer it. My eyes are closed, I’m cold and I feel woozy. One thing is certain – I know this voice doesn’t belong to Dilvan, because he doesn’t care how I am. Therefore, he would never ask.
    “Gabrielle, you’re bleeding. You need a doctor. Can you tell me what happened?”
    When I open my eyes, I realize I’ m where Dilvan left me last night – on the bathroom floor, naked. I never made it to bed, didn’t have the strength to get up from the area of the floor where he pushed me. I look at my surroundings and remember what happened in here. I was taking a shower and Dilvan had come in, interrupted me and assaulted me.
    “Gabrielle, can you hear me?”
    I blink quickly then look over at Tyson. I don’t even know what he’s doing upstairs because he’s staying in the guest bedroom downstairs. However, he’s at my side, on his knees, his warm hand on my shoulder. I don’t even scramble to cover my nakedness. I’m numb. I don’t care.
    Confused, I look at him. “I can hear you.”
    “You need a doctor,” he tells me.
    “No I don’t. I’m fine,” I say, trying to force a smile to my face.
    “You’re not fine. You’re bleeding.”
    Bleeding? I look down at the floor where I’m sitting and I see dried-up blood all around me. Now I’m really confused. I didn’t cut myself. I have no abrasions on my skin. So where is the blood coming from. Then it dawns on me...it’s happening again. I’m having another