Chapter Ten
Emmett looked around his bedroom and inhaled deeply. The scent of Isabella's perfume coated him from the inside out. He stepped to their dresser and dragged his finger over the top of the bottles covering the surface. It was littered with perfume, makeup, lotion, all the things she used every morning after her shower. He thought about how she smelled, how it had always intoxicated him. How it made his heart thump and his body tighten with need.
He'd wanted her from the moment they'd met. He remembered when their fathers called a truce between their families. How they agreed their children would marry and unite their powerful families. Everyone was ecstatic, even him.
But he wasn't a one woman man. He loved women, many women, and Isabella never understood that. To Emmett, it was her only flaw. He couldn't grasp why showering her with money and jewelry wasn't enough. But she fought him. She expected a level of commitment he had no intention of giving her. That didn't mean he would allow her the same liberties. She was his property. She didn't get to embarrass him. She didn't get to fuck his number one guy. And she sure as fuck didn't get to live after doing so.
With a final glance around the room, he pulled on his jacket and headed toward the front door. "You brought this on yourself, Isabella."