Novels by vallikpoba78

Isabella's Escape.The message that flashed across my phone screen made my fingers shake as I read it: "Meet me near the back gate at midnight." An automobile will be waiting for me. A flood of relief swept over her. At last, I had a strategy, a means of leaving Luca's estate. I could still clearly recall the horrifying incident in the corridor, including Luca's icy rage and the vicious blow that left the poor man sprawled on the ground. And it had been worse than any nightmare the way he looked at me afterwards, like though he was daring me to question him. My nerves pricked as the hours passed slowly, my mind whirling with hope and anxiety. I was aware that I could not afford to make any errors. I would need to be quick, quiet.The home froze at last. Every minute seemed to drag on into eternity as midnight approached. my heart thumping, I reached for my phone, slipped it into my pocket, and walked carefully to my bedroom door. As I slowly opened the door and looked into the dim

Bella’s POVMy heart hammered as I lay back, the shock of what I'd witnessed shaking my whole body. 'No, no, no,' I rasped, my voice a gauze thread, panic rising. I needed to get away from here—anywhere but here. Instead I turned and fled down the hall on the force of fear, my legs moving faster than they ever had. I walked into my room and slammed the door behind me, leaning against it, taking breaths, the frantic thud of my heart beneath my palm.Luca had told my parents I wasn’t allowed to have any electronics with me—no way to reach the outside world, no one to call for help. But I’d hidden the phone away in my suitcase. It was my only link, my only chance of survival in whatever nightmare I'd stumbled into.I opened up my suitcase, shaking hands, and I ran my fingers through the clothes until I felt the phone. My fingers shook as I dialed the number of the only person I trusted, someone who could help me—if he’d even answer.The phone just rang, and with every ring, my desperati

POV: IsabellaThe car ride to Luca’s estate was a study in silent tension, thick and unyielding. The driver didn’t glance my way as he navigated through winding, narrow streets that gave way to open countryside, where sprawling hills and towering trees lined the road like sentries. Each mile that passed only solidified the reality of what I’d done.We reached Romano estate—a tall, fortified mansion perched on a hill overlooking the city—the daylight had softened to a dull, moody gray. Massive iron gates swung open slowly, revealing manicured gardens and fountains that dotted the grounds like pieces on a chessboard. Everything was immaculately maintained, yet the beauty felt oppressive, like a gilded cage meant to trap me.The driver opened my door, and I stepped out, feeling the weight of my suitcase handle in my hand. This was my life now, every moment dictated by a man I didn’t know, by rules I hadn’t agreed to. And yet, as I crossed the threshold, I felt the strange weight of invis

POV: IsabellaThe weight of the pen in my hand felt like a chain, chaining me to some otherworldly future I never wanted. My fingers had shaken while staring at the crisp, black letters on the contract before me, each word pulsating as if it mocked me with its cold finality: Property of Luca RomanoI forced myself to look at Father, desperation etching his face into a hundred deep lines. He didn't meet my gaze but kept his eyes fixed on the paper, as if staring at the contract would will me on to signing my freedom away, easing the weight from his shoulders."Bella, sign it," he pleaded, his voice trembling just enough to show the fear behind his words. "Please, If you don't…I took a deep, shaking breath. My voice was barely above a whisper. "Is there really no other way to pay him back? We can't ask anyone else? Another family?"He shook his head, cold and resolute. "Nobody crosses Luca Romano and walks away unscathed. He controls every family, every business, every favor. You're…yo