I clutched the thick folder in my hand tightly, feeling the weight of the decision I had just made. My signature and the drop of my blood sealed the agreement that bound me deeper to the Cosa Nostra. The agreement was not just a piece of paper but a symbol of the immense responsibility now resting on my shoulders. As I entered Rikkard's office, anxiety and tension wrapped around my heart.Rikkard looked at me from behind his desk, his sharp eyes as always, but this time there was a hint of softness in them. "Isabella, you have taken a very important step," he said with a voice that was heavy yet understanding.I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. "I signed the agreement," I said, handing him the folder. He opened it, examining the document filled with my signature and blood seal.Rikkard nodded slowly, his eyes meeting mine with deep meaning. "With this, you are officially the Donna of the Cosa Nostra. You have vast power and great responsibility. Just like your great-grandmothe
The sheets were soft. I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. But something wasn't right. My pillow smelled different than usual. Instead of the scent of my shampoo, it smells of wood, leather, and something like coffee.A scent that felt so familiar.I opened my eyes and sat up. His scent.The pillow smelled like Sebastian. The blanket slipped off my body, and I realized my skin was bare. Panic hit me like a blow to the chest. I pulled the blanket back into place and peered into the darkness. My collected wits made me remember what happened to me last time.Sebastian...He dragged me here."You're awake." His deep voice rang out around me, but I couldn't see him.I didn't answer anything.The darkness scares me a little now. I couldn't remember why I ended up sleeping so well because I cried so hard after he closed the door and left me here alone."Did you take off my clothes?""Yes."I grimaced and walked towards the edge of the bed opposite him. Panic rang in my ears, and e
My head is still foggy about the nonsense he threw at me two days ago. About the divorce papers that he didn't sign. About the fact that I was still his wife.. for the five years we were separated. I can't believe it. I don't want to believe any of it.Sebastian Sanchez is the most cunning man who uses anything to make me suffer. He.. he just says nonsense things. If I'm still his wife.. why can't Reina be his wife too? I'm not sure if he has two wives, and.. what about Reina.. she's pregnant. If it wasn't Reina he was referring to as his wife in his conversation with his assistant, then who? He clearly said kids, while I only have one.I sighed. My head was so spinning. I bent my knees and hugged them, burying my head in the folds and staring at the window that revealed the morning rain.Two days passed, and I was still in the dark cocoon Sebastian had given me.Two days under his power.He entangled me, touched my body with his burning hands, punished me with the passion he had, an
The room was frozen for a moment, the silence eerie. Sebastian looked at me wide-eyed while his assistant stood stiffly, not knowing what to do. I felt the whole world come crashing down around me.Pregnant? How is that possible?"Isabella..." Sebastian's voice was low, almost a whisper. But I couldn't hear him clearly. My thoughts and feelings were raging, colliding with each other."Is it true, Sebastian?" I forced myself to ask despite the trembling in my voice. "Am I pregnant?"Sebastian didn't answer, but his nod brought down everything in me.My head was getting dizzy. I felt my body wobble, and I almost fell if I didn't hold on to the table next to me. The tears that had been dry for the past two days came back unbidden."Are you out of your mind?!!!" I yelled. "You're engaged to Reina, and you're having your way with me while she's also pregnant?!!!" I snapped. The tightness in my chest was unstoppable."You misunderstand, Isa! I'm not engaged to her!" he said."You planned al
I looked up at Sebastian standing in front of the door. His face was so stern and sharp, but something was withering there, like a feeling that he was trying to suppress and didn't want to be seen by others.Snow was falling in the courtyard of my grandfather's house. It became the background of the cold aura of the person in front of me.My heart crumbled. There was something there. A deep disappointment in him. "You flew from Madrid to Milan just to be quiet?" I asked, my throat so sore because I'd spent the night of the week in the first month of our separation crying in my room. I'd also been crying again lately because of those damn pregnancy hormones that made me miss him. My soundproof room allowed me to sob loudly and without worrying that my parents would hear.My broken heart still beats. It was still there. Still for him. A fall that I didn't want and regretted. Now, I'd rather choose an offer to marry a bald and fat rich man than a Cassanova like him. A dangerous heartbre
"He loves you, bambolina." In front of me, grandmother smiled, her hand revealing faint wrinkles despite her great age, stroking my stomach lightly. "I can see it. I really do. Have faith in me. Regardless of your arranged marriage, I'm sure he accepted it for other reasons as well. Sebastian wouldn't have bothered to come here and take care of you if he was forced to. You know... he already has everything. He has nothing to lose." My heart took a slight leap."But now, apparently, he does." Grandma chuckled. "It's you." "Grandma..""Try it once. Give him a chance. You've always had a kind and pure heart. Try it for your son. He needs a full set of parents." He said. "I want to see him fight for both of us." I bit my lip, my tears almost coming out again. "Because I'm tired of fighting alone all this time.""Then let him fight. He will do it." She said. "More than this."I stroked my belly that was already bulging from having my baby there. Mine and Sebastian's. "What if he hurts m
I looked at the several nurses who were busy in my room. Some were checking the IV, touching my stomach, standing while holding medicines, carrying trays of food, and putting them on the table.I was still lying on the bed, and only confusion ran through me. They were... too attentive, and it seemed to be because of the orders from the man outside the room who was still talking to the female doctor who examined me earlier.I sighed softly. How many times do I have to go to the hospital? I recall being under the doctor's care three times during my reunion with Sebastian. This was really annoying.""We'll be excused. Have a good rest, Mrs. Sanchez." One of the nurses said. "Hope you ate your lunch, Mrs. Sanchez."I just blinked and nodded slowly. What is this... why aren't they telling me the results of the examination they've been doing. And I should have asked.Snorting, I returned to my comfortable position. Lying on my side on the bed, and slowly so that my IV wouldn't come off. I
"Don't be confident. This is your children's wish. Not me." I snorted at the sight of his broad smile.Sebastian chuckled softly. "Yeah, still, I'm happy."I grunted, moved to turn my back to him, and then he turned off the lights that hadn't been turned off since this morning, letting in sunlight from the balcony and glass windows. Then, the bed moved, and he lay on his side before me.His big smile was visible, and it really pissed me off. I frowned, looked at him with annoyance, and then lay down again to turn my back to him."Be careful with your IV, momma." Sebastian warned gently. His right hand held my IV tube as I straightened my left hand. Then, he wrapped his arms around my stomach, buried his face in my hair, and warmly his breath blew on my neck.I felt a sense of deja vu. This is similar to the position we were in in my dream. I'm the pregnant one, and Sebastian is holding me. The urge to ask him anything came, but I held back."Sebastian,""Yes, momma?""After taking t