Isabel watched the palace-like mansion in front of her. The grandiose building in front of her took her breath away. The white marble under her feet was so clean that walking on it made her feel conscious. She could only imagine the time it would take to clean this floor and keep it like a shiny mirror. Entering inside felt like she had come to a wrong place. A place like this should be made for a royals, noble person or family but here not only did she get to see it but invaded it. The servant led her to the luxurious living space. The sofa she was sitting on was the most comfortable thing she ever sat on. It felt as if she was sitting on a feather. This much richness, this luxury, Isabel was witnessing all of this for the first time in her life. And watching all this she was sure that twenty-five millions were like twenty-five euros for Viso D'Angelo. The charities He made a year were more than the amount He spent on her. He could easily forget about the money if He wanted to but
Isabel tried to focus on the design she was drawing but her eyes kept drifting to Viso who was working on his laptop without even raising his gaze for a moment. She still felt embarrassed for the blunder she made yesterday. But He also has to change his choice of wording. Today she promised herself not to repeat the same mistakes and respond to him rashly. She thought about the situation the whole night and found out that Viso talks in puzzles. And she misunderstood His puzzles yesterday. So from now on, she wouldn't react to his statement immediately. Firstly, she would understand calmly and then she would speak. Enough acting out on impulse, deciding that she focused on the designs she was working on. After some time, when her design was ready she looked at Viso but He was still engrossed in his laptop. He was so focused that He, not even once, raised his head for a moment's break. Isabel was impressed, the man could work like a machine. But she was a human and at this moment th
Isabel blinked a few times. "What do…" She opened her mouth to ask why He said that She belonged to him but stopped midway taking her time. She didn't want to embarrass herself again. Viso's attention was on Titus who nodded in answer to his question. "He says the sooner the better," Titus informed Viso regarding the meeting. Viso clicked his tongue and massaged his forehead before giving a nod to Titus, "Arrange the car, I am going to meet him now,"Isabel's eyes widened upon hearing that. "No!" She forgot all about his comment and held his arm tightly and unconsciously. Viso snapped his head to her when He felt her hands on his arm Clutching him tightly. As tightly as He wishes to hold her while taking her in the arms of pure elation. "That man is dangerous, Mr D'Angelo. He could harm you!" She cried anxiously. She still thought that the owner was Patrick. "Don't go there please."Viso was looking at her beautiful, milky slender hands that were clutching him tightly. He was slight
Isabel smiled at the butler as she walked into the extravagant kitchen of her new Boss. Isabel found this place anything but home-like, she found this place like a doctor's clinic. Who had his whole place sanitised twice a day? It seemed as if her boss was scared of being attacked by an army of germs. Weird. But He does a lot of things which seem weird to Her. Talking in puzzles. Not wasting coffee. Acting weirdly in serious situations. Working non-stop. And the list goes on.Like right now she was anxiously waiting to know what happened at the meeting with the owner of Hell's Fire but her Boss was not in office yet. Her anxiety took a toll on her and she came for another cup of coffee in the kitchen. But when she told James that he looked at her as if she was the eighth wonder of the world. Isabel would have felt conscious of herself from the look she received from James but the tension in her consumed her mind to observe that look too deeply."You may sit in the office, I will
Isabel bit her lower lip, looking at the clothes she was wearing. The tight jeans and top with a blazer over it were getting uncomfortable for her to wear anymore. If she had been in her own home at this moment, she would be wearing her oversized T-shirt without a bra while moving freely around her small flat doing household chores and cooking.But today, she was waiting for her Boss to show her the room where she would be staying. She felt uncomfortable in his spotless mansion. She once again glanced at his way to see if his phone call had ended yet or not. And it has not. He was still talking to someone, she sighed and leaned back against the sofa. God knows how long she had to sit here. She glanced at the time on her phone, it was nine already. The loud growl from her stomach reminded her that it was past her dinner time. The irony of the situation made her chuckle, she was sitting inside a luxurious Palace without comfortable clothes and food. To her relief, Viso finally ended
"I came to ask about your meeting with my fiance, brother. So When are we getting married?" Gina Moretti asked, sitting in front of her Brother Sandro Moretti who looked at her with a piercing gaze. His face hardened as he recalled the insults Viso threw at him. How he mocked him and his sister while she was waiting for her wedding day with that bastard. "There will be no marriage, Gina. Because We are at war with that Dog!"Gina stiffened upon hearing the answer. "War? But Father and Secudri had announced this treaty for peace. What happened now?" She asked with astonishment. Sandro's upper lip scrunched as he recalled the crooked reaction Viso gave him when he mentioned peace to him. "There won't be any peace because He doesn't want peace. He wants war, Gina. He said straight no to marry you. And when I warned him of the consequences he asked me to be creative with the said consequences."Gina narrowed her eyes on her brother. He said no to this marriage? But why? It was an insult
"Come to Bellezza nera, Compagno," Viso frowned, hearing the excitement in Evan's voice. He was reading the email his general manager sent about the drama Gina Moretti did in His office yesterday. It was when his phone rang and the most irritating person’s name flashed on the screen. Viso accepted the call without thinking. "I want you to meet me there in an hour. Let's have the jams of our lives, Bonkers. I'm coming with my new brand bitch," Evan sang from the other side while Viso glanced at the wall clock to check time. It was 9 Pm. "Are you high on something?" Viso asked, thinking if the fucker had wasted the twenty-five millions on his favorite addiction. He knew why Evan was calling him to the club. He turned his head to the right side to see Her. His Innocent Angel as she moved into his home freely now. He took a deep breath to control his urges as He noticed her small but round butts. She was wearing a cartoon printed pyjama and a loose baggy T-shirt. She was beautiful bu
Everyone stopped their dance when the music got turned off and heard the commotion which snatched their attention to the scene.The man in his 40's approached them with taut features. He walked hastily towards them and when he got near to them, he glared at the boys while halting in his steps. Looking at the guns in their hands, he pursed his lips. He breathed out and looked at Viso."I apologise, Capo. They are only spoiled brats, playing foolishly around. Disregard their ill behaviour." He said while lowering his gaze. Evan scowled with the new disturbance. Evidently, he was enjoying the show of those dum-dums but this annoying manager of the club had to barge in between to stop the drama.Viso was not different but He was pleased to have a new role in the drama. He already made the plot. "Is that so?" He hummed. With the continuous glare from that Manager Donatello, the boys put their guns down. They understood It was obvious that the manager knew these men vaguely or they were kn