Isabella’s POVI pulled on my bathrobe, the fabric feeling suddenly flimsy against the weight of what I had to say. "Dante," I started, trying to keep my voice steady, "look, you know I'm not ready to get married. Not now. Not when there's still this... awkwardness hanging between us." I took a breath. "What we had, Dante, it was intense, I won't lie. A real spark, a strong attraction. But marriage? That's a whole different level. Right now, it feels like that's all it was. Just... that heat between us. You see that, right?"A look of disappointment washed over Dante's face when he heard me. He nodded slowly, his eyes losing their usual brightness. He started getting dressed, his movements stiff. "Okay," he said quietly, his voice flat. "Yeah, I guess... I just got ahead of myself." He didn't look at me. Then, he just turned and walked out, leaving the silence behind, feeling thick and uncomfortable.I sighed quietly and sat down on the bed. Then I got dressed in some normal clothes a
ISABELLAAfter my words landed, I risked a glance at Caspian. His face was a mask of utter devastation, a raw display of shame and regret. He looked like he'd accept any punishment his father would dish out later. I turned my head towards the door, and there stood Danica. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. Oh, right. I'd almost forgotten – she was Caspian's secretary. Of course, she'd be here."Oh, Danica," I said, a hint of amusement in my voice as I threw a pointed look at Caspian. "You're late. Your boss must be expecting you."One of the board members cleared his throat. "Once we've completed the signing of these documents, we will inform you, Miss Sterling.""Thank you," I replied coolly, already turning to leave.But I stopped in my tracks when Mr. Thorne's voice boomed, "Danica, you're fired."Caspian opened his mouth to protest, but Mr. Thorne cut him off, his voice sharp with authority. "You too. You're fired as my CEO!""What? Dad! You can't do this to me!" Caspi
DANTE"Everything is set. Guns, transactions – all ready to go." I said, a satisfied smile spreading across my face as I double-checked the computer. Today's deal was a win. I took a deep breath, my gaze drifting to my phone. Isabella. I desperately wanted to call her.But the memory of our last encounter, the raw pain in her eyes, made me feel like a worthless piece of garbage, someone she'd never want. What the hell did I do? And more importantly... What could I possibly do to make her see me differently? To make her fall in love with me? The thought felt like a distant, impossible dream.My new secretary, Grace, approached me with a bright smile. "Sir, you have a meeting scheduled with Sir Rafael at the Belluci Hotel today.""Oh, right," I replied, standing up and slipping on my coat. I walked out, her footsteps echoing softly behind me. Grace was my old butler's daughter. I'd watched her grow up, seen her graduate from a top university, all thanks to her mother's tireless efforts.
DANTE"Please, Dante Belluci, I'm begging you," Caspian's father said, kneeling right there in front of me. "Please, don't hurt my son. He didn't understand what he was doing... I swear to you, the second he wakes up, he's going to learn a very hard lesson."Danica just stood there, her face a picture of someone who couldn't believe what she saw. She looked at me with this crazy mix of anger, fear, and total shock. A little gasp escaped her, and she put her hand over her mouth before just... walking away. I could hear her starting to cry in the distance."This is the second time your son has touched what's mine," I said, turning my back on him, my voice flat. "There won't be a third. I won't hesitate to take him out and bring your whole company crashing down if I want to. Don't forget why you're even in the position you're in right now. It's all because of the organization." I heard him let out this shaky breath like he was so relieved, but his face was completely white, like he was a
ISABELLA"To Isabella and Caspian!" My father, Victor Sterling's voice boomed as he raised his glass of champagne. "May your future be as bright as your present."I don't know if today is the best day of my life, but I'm thrilled. I'm engaged to the man I've admired since grade school, and now, in our twenties, our families have arranged a marriage. It was intended as a business arrangement, but for me, it's everything I've ever wanted—to marry Caspian Thorne.Everything seemed perfect.I smiled at Caspian, but his eyes were distant. Following his gaze, I saw him staring at my cousin, Danica. Danica, with her pretty, luscious face and perpetually haughty attitude, had always been distant from me. However, I’d seen her at every family event like this. Her mother is my mother’s sister. But since my mother died, her mother has been rumored to be my dad’s mistress for a decade. I’ve chosen to remain blind to it; as long as my father is happy, what can I do?Danica is Caspian’s newly hire
ISABELLA"Miss Isabella, we regret to inform you about your father.""What? Where is he?" My voice trembled, a knot tightening in my stomach. I never imagined this day, this feeling of utter helplessness."He's been arrested. Financial fraud." He sighed, his gaze dropping to the polished floor as if he couldn't bear to meet my eyes.A gasp escaped me, my hand flying to my mouth. "No..."Outside, the media just arrived; they look like a fucking chaotic monster who wants to get a hold of me with their blinding flashes of cameras. "Shut the gate, please!" I yelled at the guards."He can't have done that. My father is innocent. He can't." My voice was a strained whisper, a desperate plea to a world that seemed to be crumbling around me.My knees felt weak, and I swayed slightly. Financial fraud? The phrase was foreign, impossible. My father, the man who instilled in me the importance of honesty and integrity? He wouldn't… he couldn't. But the captain's somber expression, the chaos outsid
ISABELLA"Where am I?"The nurse checked my IV fluids and replied, "You're in the hospital, Miss Sterling."A flashback flooded my mind. I held my head and asked, "Where's the man who saved me?" I took a deep breath, trying to recall his face, but it was so blurry. I could only remember his voice."A man?" the nurse smiled. "Miss Sterling, you were brought in by your driver."I grasped the sheet tightly, fighting back tears. There was no man.The door opened, and Caspian entered, this time with Danica. Danica clung to his arm, a sweet smile on her face. She looked me up and down, her gaze lingering on the bruises on my arm. "I'm so sorry for what happened, dear cousin. We did our best to find the person who did this to you, right, Caspian?" And I glared at her, my stare piercing her very soul. But she just laughed. "Look at her," she said, "look at how she's staring at me, as if I was the one who tried to kill her."Caspian walked towards me and snatched my chin. "Isabella, you've be
ISABELLA"Damn it, I have to escape. There's no way I'm letting myself be sold at an auction! I'm not that cheap." I muttered to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror—my curves emphasized by the shimmering, silk of the nude, form-fitting gown. I shook my head, a tremor running through me. "Absolutely not. I'm not going into that auction."A knock sounded on the door. My eyes widened as I recognized the man's voice—Caspian's bodyguard."Miss Isabella, are you ready?" he asked.I bit my lip, anxiety twisting in my gut, and glanced at the window. Damn. No escape. Was jumping my only way out of this hell?Before I could decide, the door burst open. Danica's mother, Jessica, stood there, her face contorted with rage, but a flicker of something else—fear?—in her eyes. "How could you cremate your father without giving him a proper funeral? How could you do this to him?"I clasped my hands together, trying to remain calm. "Jessica, I did hold a proper funeral for my father...""And h
DANTE"Please, Dante Belluci, I'm begging you," Caspian's father said, kneeling right there in front of me. "Please, don't hurt my son. He didn't understand what he was doing... I swear to you, the second he wakes up, he's going to learn a very hard lesson."Danica just stood there, her face a picture of someone who couldn't believe what she saw. She looked at me with this crazy mix of anger, fear, and total shock. A little gasp escaped her, and she put her hand over her mouth before just... walking away. I could hear her starting to cry in the distance."This is the second time your son has touched what's mine," I said, turning my back on him, my voice flat. "There won't be a third. I won't hesitate to take him out and bring your whole company crashing down if I want to. Don't forget why you're even in the position you're in right now. It's all because of the organization." I heard him let out this shaky breath like he was so relieved, but his face was completely white, like he was a
DANTE"Everything is set. Guns, transactions – all ready to go." I said, a satisfied smile spreading across my face as I double-checked the computer. Today's deal was a win. I took a deep breath, my gaze drifting to my phone. Isabella. I desperately wanted to call her.But the memory of our last encounter, the raw pain in her eyes, made me feel like a worthless piece of garbage, someone she'd never want. What the hell did I do? And more importantly... What could I possibly do to make her see me differently? To make her fall in love with me? The thought felt like a distant, impossible dream.My new secretary, Grace, approached me with a bright smile. "Sir, you have a meeting scheduled with Sir Rafael at the Belluci Hotel today.""Oh, right," I replied, standing up and slipping on my coat. I walked out, her footsteps echoing softly behind me. Grace was my old butler's daughter. I'd watched her grow up, seen her graduate from a top university, all thanks to her mother's tireless efforts.
ISABELLAAfter my words landed, I risked a glance at Caspian. His face was a mask of utter devastation, a raw display of shame and regret. He looked like he'd accept any punishment his father would dish out later. I turned my head towards the door, and there stood Danica. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. Oh, right. I'd almost forgotten – she was Caspian's secretary. Of course, she'd be here."Oh, Danica," I said, a hint of amusement in my voice as I threw a pointed look at Caspian. "You're late. Your boss must be expecting you."One of the board members cleared his throat. "Once we've completed the signing of these documents, we will inform you, Miss Sterling.""Thank you," I replied coolly, already turning to leave.But I stopped in my tracks when Mr. Thorne's voice boomed, "Danica, you're fired."Caspian opened his mouth to protest, but Mr. Thorne cut him off, his voice sharp with authority. "You too. You're fired as my CEO!""What? Dad! You can't do this to me!" Caspi
Isabella’s POVI pulled on my bathrobe, the fabric feeling suddenly flimsy against the weight of what I had to say. "Dante," I started, trying to keep my voice steady, "look, you know I'm not ready to get married. Not now. Not when there's still this... awkwardness hanging between us." I took a breath. "What we had, Dante, it was intense, I won't lie. A real spark, a strong attraction. But marriage? That's a whole different level. Right now, it feels like that's all it was. Just... that heat between us. You see that, right?"A look of disappointment washed over Dante's face when he heard me. He nodded slowly, his eyes losing their usual brightness. He started getting dressed, his movements stiff. "Okay," he said quietly, his voice flat. "Yeah, I guess... I just got ahead of myself." He didn't look at me. Then, he just turned and walked out, leaving the silence behind, feeling thick and uncomfortable.I sighed quietly and sat down on the bed. Then I got dressed in some normal clothes a
ISABELLAHe gently tilted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Look at me, Isabella. Only me." His voice was a low growl. Then, his tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. A wet heat bloomed between my legs. He parted my pussy's folds with a single finger, then began a slow, rhythmic dance, sliding in and out.Moans and whimpers escaped my lips, desperate pleas for more. "Please..." I begged, the word a raw, broken sound. I wanted him to ruin me, to shatter the last whiffs of my control. He was so large, so powerful, I knew he could tear me apart, and a dark, twisted part of me craved it.He lowered his head, his lips finding my most sensitive point. Each stroke of his hot tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I gripped his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to anchor myself as the world spun away.I gasped as my release spilled onto his tongue. He licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. "Now, it'
Isabella’s POV"No! Why would you even ask that?" I answered, still angry and frowning at him. "I don't have any feelings for him anymore. I want him to suffer, but I don't want him to die because of me. And I don't want you to kill anyone for me. That's wrong."Dante touched my hand and gently stroked it. "I'm only going to ask you this one time… Are you happy?"To be honest, I didn't even know what I felt. But deep down, I felt a sense of relief about what happened to Caspian. He really deserved it.I nodded my head slowly. Dante lifted my chin with his fingertip. "Then you don't need to feel guilty at all. They deserved it."And he put my head on his shoulder and whispered, “Good night, Isabella.” I couldn't tear my gaze away from him as his eyelids fluttered shut, and finally, he drifted into sleep beside me. A strange tenderness bloomed in my chest. Hesitantly, I reached out and traced the smooth curve of his cheek with the back of my fingers, my eyes lingering on his peaceful f
ISABELLA“There you are,” Dante said as soon as he saw me.I stood in the doorway of his room, staring at him. My eyes drifted to his stomach, then to his arm. A pang of guilt washed over me for what had happened. Despite that, I couldn’t stop myself from walking towards him and hugging him without hesitation. Just like that, my tears flowed like a river.He groaned softly but then embraced me in return. His bodyguards started to move as if to stop me, but he raised a hand, signaling them to stay back. Then, I heard the click of the door. Turning my head, I saw them close it, leaving only him and me in his room.He gave me a faint smile. “Were you really worried about me? Do you like me now, huh?”I gently slapped his chest, a mix of relief and lingering fear making my hand tremble. I stood up, putting a little distance between us. "Are you serious right now? Joking? You were almost… gone." "I know," he murmured, his smile softer now, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.I ran
ISABELLA"Isabella," Dante said, a goofy grin spreading across his face, "you drive me absolutely bonkers. And I'm not going to tell you where I first saw you, because, trust me, it's a little… weird. But just know, I've been your secret admirer." It was so unbelievably cheesy that I almost burst out laughing. A Mafia Don talking like he was in some bad rom-com?"I took a deep breath, trying to keep my smile steady, but then we screeched to a halt. Two cars were blocking the road—trouble, as always."Duck down!" Dante barked, his voice sharp. He grabbed his gun, the metallic click sending a jolt of terror through me and started firing. His foot slammed on the gas, and we lurched forward.I buried my head in my hands, my heart pounding like a drum. As we sped past the enemy cars, I lifted my head, gasping for air. "What's happening? Who are they? Why are they trying to kill us?" I glanced at the side mirror, my eyes widening. "Oh, shit! They're still following us!"He glanced at me,
Isabella’s POV"So, where are we going now?" I asked, a little bounce in my voice as we settled into his car. He pulled over at an abandoned city park, tucked deep within the forest. It was so quiet and empty, it felt like a secret, magical place.I practically skipped a few steps, a wave of unexpected joy bubbling up inside me. I turned back, grinning when I noticed Dante hadn't moved. He stood by the car, a soft, happy smile on his lips, his eyes sparkling as they met mine."Aren't you coming?" I asked, my smile widening.He walked towards me, hands tucked into his pockets, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to just him and me. It was a strange, comfortable feeling, even though I barely knew him. He treated me with a familiarity that made me wonder if he saw something in me I didn't see myself."Why did you stop here?" I asked, as we strolled along the quiet path."Don't you like it?" He glanced down at me, a soft smile playing on his lips."No, I mean, yes, I love it here.