Chapter five

Isabella POV

 “Good evening mam, would you like a room?” She smiles at me widely

 “No I send her a smile, I want to see, Mr. Dominic DeLuca,” I say nervously, will they let me speak to him just like that? I mean if he wants to marry me then he should know my name, he should know I’ll come and find him.

 “Do you have an appointment?” She blinks at me

 I nod, lying through my teeth, “Yes I do”

 “What's your name please?” she picks up her phone dialing a number.

 “Isabella Mariano,” I say biting my lip. Hoping it will work

 “Good evening sir, Mr DeLuca has a visitor, Miss Isabella Mariano. Hmm, okay sir”, I'll do that immediately” she responds nodding her head, she grabs a piece of paper writing out a room number, room 400 (penthouse suite) it reads out, and she adds her signature at the bottom followed by a stamp, ending the call and turning to me with a smile.

 “Here you go Mam, give this to the security at the elevator and in front of his door”

 “You mean, I should go up to his hotel room?” I frown

 She nods handing me the paper and turning back to her computer screen, I turn to the elevator, “Is it a good idea to go to his room? I mean this man sent men to beat my father and claims to want my hand in marriage in exchange for clearing my father's debts? Is this truly a good idea? Being alone in a room with him? I don’t even know what he looks like” I not my lip, my nerves flying through the roof.

 I don’t think It through for too long so I don’t chicken out, quickly I head to the elevator, handing the paper to the guard, he pops open a small vault near the elevator, scanning a fingerprint the elevator doors pull open.

 “Goodnight mam,” he says as the elevator doors close, the doors open to a short hallway, with double doors at the end of the hallway and a guard in a suit blocking the door, the floor is covered by a red carpet, and the walls here are painted Grey, I’m immediately hit by the Ac as I step into the hallway, I nervously approach the guard, and hand him the paper, he pulls the door open, and I’m greeted by a luxurious and beautiful site, ceiling to ground glass walls showing the city in clear view, white long couch in the middle of the room, a closed door on my left and a bar beside it, “you can take a sit, he will be with you shortly,” the guard says leaving me alone in the room.

 I grip my purse tightly in my hand, my confidence dwindling by the minute, on my right is a swirly staircase that leads to the top part of the penthouse, I move to the couch, taking a sit but not feeling comfortable, my heart is practically in my mouth, I don’t know how I got here, I was just celebrating my birthday a few hours ago only to find out my family is broke and a dangerous man I have no idea about is proposing to marry me to clear my father debt, my life did a complete 360 in a few hours and now I’m sitting in the same man’s penthouse waiting to see if I can beg him enough to let us go.

 “And who is this? I hear a voice from the bottom of the staircase, a deep voice calls out, I stand up immediately turning to the voice, but I’m shocked to see two men one leaning on the balcony, and the one that spoke, at the bottom of the staircase.

 The one that replied to me, an olive-toned tall man, with a muscular build covered by a white t-shirt and black jeans, light long brown hair pulled into a bun at the top of his head, and bright brown eyes, a sharp jawline, thin lips pulled into a friendly smile.

 Before I can speak the other man, who is an olive-toned man with a sharp jawline that could probably cut through metal, piercing bright blue eyes that reflect brightly in the slightly dark room, deep black hair cut averagely that frames his face, a height of 6’9 feet I guess since he seems very tall, wide shoulders and a muscular body build covered by a cooperate white shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top and his legs covered by cooperate trousers, I would drool and be shy in a room with two hot men but I try to speak up “I’m” I say but I’m cut off.

 “Rafaelle, meet my Wife,” the man leaning by the balcony says, the words sliding through his lips smoothly, turning away, and walking towards him at the bottom of the stairs.

 I swallow my words, “I came to speak to you, Mr DeLuca”

 “So this is the lady who will finally tie Dominic down,” he smirks coming towards me , he stops in front of me, stretching his hands out, doing the right thing I stretch mine out and he grabs my fingers in mine looking me straight in the eyes as he places a kiss at the back of my hands, “It’s good to finally meet you Isabella, I have a feeling, we will be good friends, just like your Husband” he smirks, mischief in his eyes.

 “He’s not my husband, I grit out, turning to look up at Mr DeLuca.

 Raffaelle chuckles deeply like I just signed a death wish “Not yet”, he smirks letting go of my hand and turning to Dominic, “See you later Dom, don’t let this one go” he chuckles again walking away and out the door leaving me alone with Him.

 “I have dealings with your father, not you, his deep voice drawls echoing around the vast room”

 “But yet it’s me you want to marry? What a misogynistic thing to say” I frown

 “He frowns like he has never been spoken to like that before, “I’ll be in touch with your father Isabella, I have nothing to do with you” he repeats turning around.

 “I don’t want to marry you,” I say surprised at my boldness, anger already boiling in my veins.

 He halts in his steps turning, “You don’t have much of a choice, Dear” he says mockingly walking away and leaving me in the dark.