From frying pan to fire was the story of Isadora's life. In the space of a day, her hopes and dreams of going to college are taken from her, she is sold to a cruel don, kidnapped and then thrown into a world full of lies, greed and deceit. Isadora isn't supposed to trust anybody, and yet she finds herself unable to resist her new husband, even knowing that he may be the very enemy that seeks to destroy her.
View MoreIsadora Rafael's words kept ringing in my head all night that I could barely even sleep. The next morning, I decided to physically exert myself and take my mind off things, so I made my way to the gym to wear myself out.I put on a pair beige-coloured leggings and matching sports bra that accentuated my curves. The gym was empty when I entered, just the way I wanted it, so I got to work. If clubbing didn't take my mind off things, working out just might.I stepped onto the treadmill, pressed the start button as I began with a gentle jog. Just as I picked up the speed and my muscles warmed up, a voice cut in."Fancy seeing you here," Ivan interrupted, as he stepped in.I turned to look at him. He had on a pair of shorts and a tank top that displayed his toned arms and detailed tattoos that curled up from his neck to his muscular arms. The sight of him made my chest flutter as I almost tripped on the treadmill.Quickly turning it off, I faced him, regaining my composure and keeping my
IsadoraThere was silence.Finally, Viktor exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "No.""Good." I stated. Ivan smirked but said nothing.I picked up the bottle of tequila and poured myself another shot.Standing up I said, "I came to have a night off from the tension so if you don't mind, I intend to do just that." And with that, I walked out, their gazes piercing holes in my back.I made my way to the VIP Lounge and was seated for a few minutes when a voice cut through the low sound of the music."You're thinking too much, boss."Rafael said, taking a seat on the leather couch, one arm draped over the backrest as he watched me with that easy, knowing smirk of his."Maybe I like thinking," I replied, swirling the champagne in my glass."Or maybe you just don't know how to turn it off," he countered, tilting his head. "You won, Isadora. Enjoy it for once."I scoffed, setting my drink down. "We both know this was just the beginning.""That's true," Rafael nodded, the amusemen
Isadora "You're actually letting yourself have fun tonight?"I smirked, swirling the dark liquor in my glass as I turned to face Ivan. I had decided to take his advice and let loose a little. The club was alive as always- laughter, music and the scent of expensive cigars filling the air."I wouldn't call it fun," I replied, raising the glass to my lips. "More like... an observation."Ivan chuckled, leaning in slightly. "So you came all the way to observe?"Before I could answer, a familiar voice interrupted."I think she's here to remind us to celebrate."Viktor. He approached with his usual confidence, his dark green eyes assessing the scene before fixating on Ivan. There was something different in them tonight, something hidden but visible enough to notice.I exhaled slowly. I had felt this coming for days, and tonight, under flashing neon lights and influence of alcohol, it was more obvious than ever."Though I wonder, what exactly are we celebrating?" Viktor continued, stopping
"You should get some sleep."I turned around at the sound of Ivan's voice, my fingers tightening around the glass of wine in my hand. I stood by the large window of my penthouse later that night, watching the dark city below, my mind still replaying every detail of our latest victory.The successful interception of Cesar's shipment had sent a clear message. But victories in this world, I had come to understand, were never without consequences. You win some, you lose some.I exhaled, looking at the cold glass of wine in my hand before turning to face Ivan. He stood near the door, arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes studying me carefully."I will," I replied, my voice quieter than usual. "Eventually."Ivan smirked, stepping closer. "That's what you said three hours ago.""I didn't know you were keeping track.""I always do, when it comes to you." He said reducing his voice at the last part, so that I could barely hear.A slow, unreadable smile played on my lips as I turned back
Isadora"Are we ready?"My voice was steady, but the weight of what we were about to do hung in the air like a loaded gun. It was the D-day finally. I sat in the warehouse, surrounded by my most trusted men- Ivan, Viktor, Rafael and Diego, the newest player on deck."Everything is in place," Ivan responded as he double-checked the map laid out before us. "Cesar's shipment is due in less than an hour. Security is light- just a handful of armed guards and a few workers. Nothing we can't handle.""And our men?" I inquired, turning my gaze to Rafael, who had been overseeing our positioning for the attack."Already at their spots," he confirmed. "We've got snipers in the building surrounding it, two teams hiding near the shipment containers, and another group ready to block off any escape routes. Once we move in, it'll be quick."I tapped my fingers against the table, my expression neutral. "No mistakes. No surprises. We take everything and send a message."Viktor exhaled sharply, shaking
Isadora"How do we know he's not feeding us bullshit?"Rafael's voice was sharp, his dark brows drawn together as he leaned forward on the couch. His fingers drummed against the armrest, a habit that only surfaced when he was truly agitated.Across from him, I sat with my back straight, eyes focused. Ivan stood beside me, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Viktor for once wasn't openly opposing the idea but remained silent, waiting the tension unfold."We don't," I admitted, my voice calm but firm. "That's why we don't act on it immediately. We verify, cross-check, and if it's legit, we make our move.""I don't like this guy," Rafael scoffed, shaking his head. "The guy worked for Cesar. One wrong step, and this blows up in our faces.""And if we do nothing, we remain blind while Cesar continues making his moves," Ivan countered. His voice was even, but there was an edge to it. "We can't afford to look weak anymore than already. We need intel. This is out best shot."Viktor, who h
Isadora "So? How did it go?"Viktor's voice cut through the atmosphere as soon as Ivan and I stepped into Rafael's study. He was seated on the edge of the desk, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Rafael leaned back in a chair near the bookshelves, a glass of rum in his hand, waiting for our response.Ivan shut the door behind us before responding. "Diego's interested, but he's not sold yet."Rafael scoffed. "Of course, he's not. Who in their right mind would betray Cesar without a damn good reason?"I took a seat at the small round table in the center of the room, crossing one leg over the other. "That's exactly what we're giving him- a reason. He knows Cesar is unstable. He knows his days are numbered. He just needs to decide whether he wants to remain on the sinking ship or find himself a lifeboat."Viktor ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "And what if he's playing us? What if he walks right back to Cesar and tells him everything? We'd be handing him our heads on a silver pl
Isadora"I still don't trust him."My voice was sharp, cutting through the silence of the office. I stood by the window, arms folded as I started outside. The club was alive beneath us, even in the daytime, music thumping softly, but up in this quiet space, the tension between me and Ivan filled the air.Ivan leaned against the desk, watching me, his expression unreadable. "We don't have to trust him, Isa. We just have to use him."I turned, my eyes locking onto his. "And what happens when he decides he's done being used?""Then we remind him why he started working for us in the first place." He smirked, tilting his head.I exhaled, shaking my head. "Diego is a survivor, Ivan. And survivors are unpredictable. Today, he wants to work with us because he's scared of Cesar. But what about tomorrow? What if he's offered something better? Or what if he decides turning on both of us is the best way to keep himself alive?"Ivan pushed off the desk, stepping closer. "That's why we keep control
Isadora"You seem tense, Diego. Relax. We're just having a conversation." I leaned back in my seat, swirling the drink in my glass.Diego eyed the both of us like a man sitting at a poker table, unsure whether to go all in or fold. The club's private lounge was dimly lit, music playing softly in the background, as the scent of whiskey and cigars floated in the air.Diego exhaled through his nose, his fingers tapping on the table. "A conversation? Is that what this is?" He glanced at Ivan. "Because from where I'm sitting, it feels more like a test."Ivan smirked. "Smart man."Diego scoffed. "You know what I don't understand? Why you think I'd be dumb enough to sit here and entertain this shit."I arched a brow, a smile playing on my lips. "And yet, here you are. You wouldn't have come if you had no interest of any sort."His jaw tightened. "I had to see it for myself- the infamous Isadora Gonzalez trying to recruit me. You must be desperate."I smiled. "Desperation is for people stuck,
Isadora "One night with me would change your life." My stepbrother's rancid, alcohol breath wafted over my face, and the look in his eyes made me shudder with revulsion. "Get away from me," I cried, trying to push him off, but he weighed twice my weight not to mention that he got aggressively strong when he was drunk. "Don't be a goody two shoes," his hand reached out and began to creep up my thighs, "Aren't you tired of living like a pathetic slave? If you submit to me, you could_" His words ended with a howl of pain as I raised my knee and connected it sharply with his groin. Georgio staggered back, screaming like a little girl, his green eyes filling with tears. "You bitch!" He roared. "One of us is screaming like a bitch right now, and it isn't me," I spat. Just as I made to turn around and flee as fast as I could, his hand shot out and grabbed the loose material of my dress, yanking me backward. I let out a pained cry as I was flung into the wall, my head knocking into th...
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