Dominic POV
“Isabella Mariano?” why her? Rafaelle pulls up next to me in the bar where I settled after my squabble with the Mariano girl at the penthouse. I shrug turning to him, “Why not her?, Her father owes me a shit ton of money, so she has no choice but to do only what I say” I take a gulp of my drink “And at least she won’t betray you” he smirks turning to me knowing he stroked a cord in me with that statement I mean what woman would betray the richest, most influential, and the number one bachelor in the country? My Ex Grace Rossi was a woman who could do that and possibly more, and she did it when I was about to propose “Chin up man, who knows? You might fall deeply in love with her?” He mocks “Yeah right” I snort, “I am never falling in love with any woman for the rest of my life, never again” I bit my lip downing the rest of the drink. “Finishing your drunk so fast? Work? Or Work? He raises his brows at me refreshing to the dangerous part of me, the mafia part of me” I nod, spinning around on the bar stool, I’m the leader of the biggest and notorious Mafia gang in the country, and even expanding into Europe, It’s the most dangerous part of my life, being the only son of my father, after his passing, I had to take over from him and lead the gang, I've come across guns, dealers and the worse type of deaths, it made me hide in my shell and protective of myself, thus only one good friend, Raffaelle. “I’ll see you later man, I have a flight to catch, I have to be in Paris for a meeting” I shake hands with him and bid goodbye to his form. I catch Isabella walking past the lobby and through the doors at the right time, her blonde hair is in a rough ponytail, there's no makeup on her face, and she's wearing a simple jean and shirt. Her face is morphed into one of confusion and I slowly follow behind her outside where she slides into her car. I can hear the bells ringing in her head and the wheels turning in her brain, she has no choice but to accept my proposal due to her father's huge debt. It's not something I want to do, forcing a woman to marry me, but it's the best option at the moment, that way I can focus on work properly and she can focus on taking care of the estate and giving me an heir. My car comes to a stop in front of me coupled with a few escort cars, I slide into the main SUV and my assistant Gabe rattles off all I have to do in Paris for tonight. I close my eyes and a picture of a pissed blonde blue eyed girl slips into my mind, her confusion causing a scrunch in between her forehead, I sigh opening my eyes, I can't afford to fall for another woman after Grace, and I still have so much attachment to Grace, I turn to Gabe, a flash of ruby earrings I caught on Isabella’s ears when she came to see me at the penthouse. “What time will my meeting In Paris be over Gabe?” “midnight Sir” he replies not a bit shocked at working such late hours. “Book the La-Creme jewelry store for 1 am to 2 am in Paris, private shopping and they should have their best Jeweler there” “Yes sir he immediately responds but a look of shock on his face, I had stopped going there after my break up and betrayal from Grace and now suddenly I'm going back?” “Also arrange a meeting with an event planner for tomorrow” I instruct him the car coming to a stop in front of my private Jet. Soon my meeting is over and the night sky is dark but I'm driven to the best Jewelry store in Paris, the entire space is bright with all kinds of diamonds and stones screaming to be bought. “Timothy Sir” an older man stretches his hand out to receive mine when I walk in, numerous security behind me as I move around with more security in other countries due to Mafia opponents. “I need to see your engagement rings, Diamonds, Emeralds, and Rubies” I state clearly following him to the glass box He pulls out a few for me and I take a few pictures of them sending Isabella a message “Diamonds, Emeralds? Or maybe Rubies?” She replies almost immediately, I'm not wrong, she is probably tossing and turning in bed, wondering what she can do to save her father and her family, excuse me for taking advantage of the situation but I've heard not one bad thing about her and I will willingly settle with her. Our interaction ends and I buy all three rings deciding which I would use to propose to her later, i hope this makes her comfortable with me at least.Isabella POVIt is 7 pm by the time I’m finally done with work for the day, I remove my glasses, massaging the nape of my neck from bending over files for hours, I look around me and the entire office is empty and dark, the only illuminated room is my office, my phone ringing brings me out of my reverie.“Hey girl” Bianca’s happy voice fills my ears“Where are you? I came over to your house, and the only one here is Matteo, say hi to your sister Matteo” she says happily which comically is followed by a frustrated Hi from Matteo“You stress that boy a lot” I laugh into the phone“Oh he loves it, so where are you?” “did you immerse yourself in work and forget our plans for tonight madam CFO?” she giggles into the phone“Of course not,” I yawn, “I’ll be there in 30 minutes I’m on my way right about now,” I say while I’m packing up my bag, grabbing my lunch plate and water bottle and haphazardly throwing it into my bag.“Yeah I believe you” she laughs slightly, she probably knows I’m not
Isabella POV“Oh my gosh_ that’s Mr De-Luca” Bianca almost screams to herself.“Don’t act like a fan girl Bianca, he’s different from what you think” I reply sipping on the glass of wine“Oh my gosh,” her eyes turn from the flowers to me and then him again “Wait, what’s going on??” “Long story” I reply about to relay everything that has happened in the last 24 hours but I’m stopped by a strong smell of earthy perfume filtering into my nose, followed by black shoes stopping right in front of us.“Isabella,” he says, voice deep, enough to make any woman go crazy“De-Luca” I reply looking up at him“Baby girl, it’s Dominic, I told you this already” he smirks turning to Bianca leaving me a blushing mess“Dominic De-Luca” he stretches his hand forward, grabbing Bianca’s hand in a hold and placing a peck at the back of her palm. “Bianca Greco” she smiles widely, “And how do you know Isabella?” She questions looking between the both of us.He turns to me raising a brow at me, “Should I go
Isabella POVIn shock, I turn around to the deep voice my eyes meeting with Dominic again, but everything becomes blurry and I stumble falling forward but he grabs me in his arms on time.“Hmphh” he makes a sound grabbing me, he sees my legs are unstable on the floor and he carries me in his arms princess-style “Are you the Prince Charming coming to rescue me?” I say drunkenly to him, giggling to myself after the statement “Hmm,” he says, his chest vibrating“You have quite a wide chest you know” I mumble as a car comes to a stop in front of us “I do?” He replies fixing me into the car and following me inSoon the car comes to a stop and again I’m carried bridal style in his strong arms, he’s quick and efficient, I hear an elevator door ping and the rise and fall of the elevator which makes my eyes spin.I feel vomit come up in my throat “I think I’m about to puke,” I say drunkenly “What” he says watching the elevator door ping open, we enter the room and he places me on my feet.
Isabella POVThe sun is bright and blinding on my face when I wake up, my mind is distorted but I know my room has curtains because I hate being woken up by bright lights.My eyes pull open and the ceiling is a dark onyx color, reflecting at me, I frown “My ceilings are white” I frown my eyes moving to the left where my eyes meet with a strong, muscled, and olive-toned back but not next to me, on the couch his legs folded to himself and a black blanket around his hips and legs.I frown “Oh my gosh I’ve been kidnapped” I whisper to myself my feet meeting with cold wooden floors, I look around the room, ready to grab a weapon when he moves.His arms are first, my eyes are wide and I grab the first thing next to me, a vase with roses in it.The roses fall to the floor the vase right over my head and he turns around his bright blue eyes wide and staring at me In shock.“Dominic?” I call out which is followed by a loud screech from me the base falling to the floor.“If I knew you would try
Isabella POVAs soon as I hear the elevators ping I dive for my phone, my finger scrolling through the messages, some from work, one from my mother“Have fun” the message is followed by a winking emoji, I don’t know who taught her that.I immediately go to my contact session dialing Bianca's phone but it goes straight to voicemail.“Bianca I swear you won’t believe where I ended up last night. At Dominic DeLuca’s penthouse!! Call me back urgently!” I say into the phone ending the phone recording.Soon I hear another pink, and I immediately walk out of the room, My eyes meeting with the first balcony inside the house, I look down my eyes coming in contact with a maid.“Good morning mam, I’m here to set your bath and with your clothes” She raises a blush pink suit in her hand at me.“I’ll be right down there” I stop her walking down the stairs, “Thank you but I can set my bath myself,” I grab the suit and I notice in her other hand a pair of stilettos red bottoms “Okay mam, the chef w
Isabella POV2 pm comes faster than I can imagine and I’m reeling in my seat.“what is he going to do?”“Will people be there?” I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest, this man showed up out of nowhere and now controls my every thought.I frown, packing up all I have left for the day, my assistant walks through the door.“A driver is here for you mam” she explains“Okay, I’ll be right down, you can go home,” I tell her grabbing my bag and heading outside, I slip into the car again and this time there’s another bottle of champagne and a champagne flute waiting for me.“Again what’s this man’s plan?” I frown to myself avoiding the drink.We stop in front of a boutique and I’m led inside by the driver to a woman in a blood-red suit.“Hello, I’m Sandra and I’ll be your stylist for today” She sends me a smile“Stylist?” I frown to myself, I’ve been styling myself my whole life, does this mean he agates the way I look? Is he trying to change me?My frown deepens, I’m marrying a control
Isabella POV“Mine”What does he mean by that? I knew it!! All of this is to make me complacent, able to control me, that’s all he’s trying to do, bold of me to assume he actually-“ I hold tongue, this is an arranged marriage and I need to treat it as such.I dump the necklace beside me and the car comes in stop of the saloon.My hair takes a few hours and soon I’m dressed up in the white dress, heels, and my makeup done.The necklace? It’s in my hand boiling, ready to hand it right over to him.“I will not be controlled I say when the car comes to a stop”I notice the environment is a country club every single socialite visits, it’s the De-Luca’s Country Club.I bit my lip, suddenly feeling nervous, is he going to do this right in front of everyone“Can I do this, I look down at my phone and notice Bianca sent me strings of messages”I calm my raging heart, reading the messages “Girl what a night”“How did you get there???”“Girllllll Dominic De-Luca sent me flowers!!”“What for?” I
Isabella POVI take his promises to heart, stretching my hand out while my head bobs up and down in the yes direction.It was the first time I'd seen a genuine smile on his face, but it quickly disappears and he wears me the ring, easily fitting my finger perfectly.He stands on his feet handing the roses to me, “I hope you remember that for the rest of our lives,” he says turning to the side, “Dinner?”I stare down at the ring and the roses in my hand, “How did you know?” “Know what?” he turns to the side, leading me back to the garden doors“The ring?” I turn slightly to him as he pulls the door open.“Intuition” he shrugs leading me back inside the building We are led through the doors through the general hallways and I can feel eyes from guests burning into my soul.Eyes follow us, and the whispers follow.“Is that Dominic Deluca?”“Who is the lady?” “Why is she with flowers?”“Is that a ring?” “Is that Mariano's daughter?”“The falling company? No impossible”The whispers alm
ISABELLA POVThe stage is high and I can feel and see everyone's eyes on me, my husband just auctioned for another woman, the mocking stares, the side laughter, I almost want to climb down but my eyes meet with Bianca seated at the far right, if she had enough money, she would take me right away.“For the stunning Mrs Deluca, we can begin at ten thousand dollars,” the host says and the room erupts into a mocking laughter“A hundred million” Dominic yells from his seat“I’m sorry Sir, but I assume you didn't pay attention to the rules, you paid for Miss Grace so you can't do the same for another woman” the host turns back to me“Fifty thousand dollars!” the older man with the scar from before yells from behind sending a smirk Dominic wayHis hands fold together in anger and to my surprise, Rafaelle raises his number plate.“Ten million dollars” he sends me a soft smile, always ready to rescue me and be the best of friends that he can be.“Fifty million dollars” the older man screams an
ISABELLA POV“Going to the man in the black suit at the back at fifteen thousand dollars, going and gone!” the host says as someone buys out a piece of jewelry “Now to the main part of the night” he startsThis is why I was so worried about Dominic not coming, the women and I had agreed to be auctioned off to the men for a dinner date and the money would go to a charity of our choice, not the Delucas. And this was it, of course, he will have to auction for me, my eyes move around the room landing on Grace with my sisters-in-law, giggling and laughing.“You were gone for hours I turn to Dominic, you abandoned me in Monaco and ran straight into your mistress's arms at the sign of a little distress”“You can't call her my mistress after what we shared in Monaco Isabella” he whispers to me, his face serious, “I’m really done with the accusations, you shouldn't be saying things like that to me, Grace is my Ex yes, but she's a friend and thereby connected to me”He turns to me, a deep fro
ISABELLA POVThe party is in full swing and Dominic Is still nowhere to be found.“Not here yet?” Rafaelle walks up to me, a simple smile on his face, “You look, Gorgeous Isabella, if you were mine I wouldn't make you wait” I share a laugh with him, “But of course, you belong to my best friend and I guess he just has much more important things to care about” he shrugs taking my arm in his“Grace got kidnapped,” I say rolling him to the bar, as we get a couple of champagne glutes.“Did she?” he frowns taking a sip of his drink “If Dominoc wanted her rescued in two hours, he would send his men and it will be done for good, how long did you say he has been gone for?” he turns to me a deeper frown on his face.Confusion overtakes my features, “Almost twenty-four hours” I say slowly pressing my lips together, I grab my drink downing the rest of the champagne in anger and grabbing another.Now dont think too much about it, Dominic is still your husband, he just has a small soft spot for G
ISABELLA POVI travel back home alone, and as soon as Dominic heard the news of Grace's kidnap, he left, he bolted like the wind and left me behind.Here I am sitting in the “Bella jet” after what I thought was going to be the best days of our lives but it was ruined and again I'm alone and lonely, reminded that I will always be number two to Dominic, Grace will always have his heart, she will always be his number one priority.“Welcome back to New York City mam” the flight attendant comes to meet me as the plane lands“Thank you” I nod, still wearing the same yellow dress from before, all I want to do is pull off this dress and head back to being the stubborn woman I am, bury myself in work but of course, my phone ringing off the charts halts me“Mam, your mother” my assistant hands me the phone as soon as I'm in the car. “Isa, where have you been? I was so scared!!” she yells into the phone “The auction is tonight and your mother-in-law has been gripping me by the neck to find you.
ISABELLA POV“So what car should I bet on?” Dominic turns to me while we relax in the comfortable leather chairs“Hmmmmm” my eyes roam around the track.“Why don’t we make a bet,” the older man from before turns to us, “Allow our women pick the cars for our bet of the day, I say 1 million dollars,” he says the room rerouting in an applause I turn to Dominic wide-eyed, all we will do is lose money, I'm not good at it but of course, my darling husband laughs along, “Are you sure Mr. Enzo, you could lose quite a lot of money” he smirks “Dom” I whisper but he ignores me“10 million dollars,” Mr Alexander Bianchi as he introduced himself earlier saysThe room is filled with men calling out thousands and millions of dollars when Dominic finally speaks“100 million dollars,” he says, and the room quietens “You really believe your wife is going to pick the winning car uh?” the older man laughs, “Well let's go ahead then.”“You first Mrs Enzo” I call out staring at the blonde womanHer eyes
DOMINIC POVThe car comes to a stop in front of the race track and I lead Isabella out of the car, honestly, I picked every single outfit she would wear on this trip, and yesterday she picked the one I had my eyes on, today I was specific. We were going to meet the European cartels here at the race tracks along with their wives, I had attended some but it was for mostly married men, the men here respected marriage and everything that came with it, they also loved their wives looking smoking hot, so I had purposefully picked out the hottest outfit I could think of.They would be talking about her for days, which means they would be talking about me for days and we can finally get into business.“Are you sure this is what I have to wear?” she turns to me, a short red leather skirt wrapping her waist and ass, revealing her long legs in white boots. Her upper body is covered by a simple red t-shirt tied around to the back revealing a bit of her navel.I placed my leather jacket on her to
ISABELLA POV“Shit, my head” I whisper turning around to the bright sun shining directly at me, “what the fuck” I open my eyes slowly and realize I'm on the balcony.I frown, why am I?”“Good morning sunshine, it's a good day to watch a race dont you think?” he leans on the door, only his boxers on, revealing his broad shoulders and abbs, he crosses his legs over the other handing me a cup of coffeeWhat in the hell is happening? I think the memories of last night fill my vision, I look down at my body and realize the sheets are covering from my waist down revealing my perky breast to the early morning sun and Domini.“Ah,” I almost yell pulling the sheets up to cover my chest.“You were more willing to get that off you last night” Dominic raises a brow at me handing me the cup againI grab it, my eyes wide, “you didn't see that” I say nervously, biting my lip, I stare down into the mug, coffee with milk and sugar.“How did you know?” I turn to him raising a brow at him.“I observe mo
ISABELLA POV“Oh Dominic” I moan, his lips caressing my neck in a slow whisper, His fingers caress my back, pulling on the strings of my dress with desperacy.He spins me around my eyes meeting with his, both of us drunk out of our minds but after the date we just had, I think it's time.“Are you sure?” he asks, his lips parting to capture my lips in his“Hm hm” I nod, my fingers grabbing the back of his neck, I pull him closer to me, our bodies meshing with each other.“Cara Mia,” he says, voice deep and seductive, ready to capture me in his embrace all night, his fingers grab the straps of my dress setting me free.My arms immediately goes to my breast, covering them from his eyes.“You dont have to do that Bella” he whispers moving closer to me, removing his wet jacket in his wake, his fingers brush my face, pushing my blonde hair out of my eyes, “I want to see you, all of you” he whispers, his lips capturing my ears in his mouth.” hmm” I moan out loud, the man has found my weak s
ISABELLA POV“Dominic” I call out my eyes filling with tears, “how did you?” I pick up the jewel from the table, while my dad had his gambling issues the first time, we had a family crest, a flower neckpiece made from rubies and silver, it cost millions of dollars and my father had sold it, it belonged to me and was our family heirloom but the family was much more important we needed the money so I gave it up while kicking and screaming while my father's guards held me down.They took it 5 years years ago and I never saw it again, and today it's sitting in the palm of my fingers, delicate as ever, “how did you know about this?” I turn to him, my eyes shining with tears, “This was taken away from me 5 years ago to pay off my father's gambling debt” My hand cups my mouth, i won't cry, but the tearworks start, and the tears falling down my eyes like s waterfall.“You will be surprised Isabella, the few days I was in Paris, I attended an auction” he leans forward, his eyes filled with sin