The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 674

“Well, if that’s the case, let’s call the cops.” Carla’s brother wished that he could wring William’s neck. After messing with his sister, he had the audacity to suggest calling the police! He’d rather go to jail than take responsibility for his actions!

“William, all these years, and I’ve misjudged you,” He seethed, “Always prim and proper, but who would have thought you’d do something like this behind our backs? My sister gave you her heart.”

“Bro, we can’t call the cops.” Carla clutched her brother’s hand, her eyes rimmed with red as she pleaded,

“Don’t call the police. I was the one who liked him, I seduced him. Please, don’t call the police on him.”

Her brother was livid. He raised his hand as if to strike her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

“Have you lost your mind? A young lady like you, taken advantage of, and you still want to protect him?”

Carla’s tears flowed freely as she started to look for any help she could manage, “Granny, please help me, I really like him. Please don’t call the police.”

her knuckles whitening against the wood. Her face was a mask of disgust as she retorted, “He doesn’t like you. The Salter family raised you, taught you to respect and love yourself, and look at what you’re doing. You’re willing to throw away

on Carla that she would protect him even after what

clung to him like a lifeline, “Cousin,

stared at Carla, his gaze as dark as a moonless night, “Do you really want

faltered before finally whispering,

nodded, then turned to William and told him to follow

was injured, barely able to stand, let alone resist as Isaac dragged him outside.

I’m sorry for you, but Carla genuinely cared for

Carla shrieked, but her

ground, a cut on his lip bleeding profusely. He wiped it away as he tried to explain, “Believe it or not, I didn’t mean for this to happen.

someone plotted against you and forced you to take

in his throat as he realized that to everyone present there, he was a rapist. No one cared about his intentions or

of you. You need to take responsibility for your actions. Either you marry her, or you go to jail. The

Mrs. Dillion pleaded; her eyes became teary, “Carla truly loves you. Please, as a mother, I beg