Vincent's voice echoed through the forest, his calls growing more desperate with each passing moment. "Isabella! Where are you?"
The darkness seemed to swallow his words, leaving only an oppressive silence in their wake. Vincent's face was etched with worry, his eyes scanning the forest floor with a growing sense of urgency.
He didn't care that the others were searching too. He had to find her himself. Had to make sure she was safe.
Vincent plunged deeper into the forest, his feet pounding against the damp earth. The rain had stopped, but the trees still dripped with water, casting eerie shadows on the ground.
Suddenly, he heard a faint cry. "Vincent!"
His heart leapt with hope as he spun towards the sound. "Isabella! Where are you?"
There was a pause, and then he saw her. She was hanging off the edge of a cliff, her hand slipping, her eyes wide with fear.
Vincent's heart stopped. He sprinted towards her, his feet poundi
Vincent's eyes burned with intensity, his voice low and husky. "I'm telling the truth, Isabella. I loved you from the moment I saw you for the first time."Isabella's expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with a hint of fear. "I must leave now," she said, her voice firm.But Vincent was too quick. He reached out, his hand closing around her wrist."Don't hide your feelings," he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers. "I know you feel the same way."Isabella's eyes narrowed, her expression skeptical. She looked at him, her gaze searching. "It's not like that," she said, her voice soft. "I'm not someone with whom one should come into a relationship."Vincent's smile was gentle, his eyes burning with desire. "But I want you," he whispered, his voice husky.Without warning, he pulled her towards him, his lips crashing down on hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all-consuming. Isabella's lips parted, her mouth opening to Vi
Vincent's car wound its way up the driveway, the trees growing thicker and the darkness deepening as they delved deeper into the forest. Isabella's eyes widened as the mansion came into view, its sprawling facade lit up like a beacon in the night.As they stepped out of the car, Isabella's gaze swept over the grounds, taking in the high walls, the guards patrolling the perimeter, and the state-of-the-art security cameras. Her eyes met Vincent's, a hint of surprise and curiosity sparkling in their depths."Is this your mansion?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Vincent nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes."Isabella's eyes roamed over the mansion's facade, her expression thoughtful. "Seeing all this, it seems like you're some kind of mafia king."Her laughter was husky, and Vincent's smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners."No one can find you here," he said, his voice low and reassuring.
Vincent's eyes gleamed with mischief as he closed the door behind Isabella, his hands reaching out to pin her against the door. "It's time to complete the challenge we left unfinished that day."Isabella's eyes flashed with defiance, her voice husky. "It's not easy for me to melt."Vincent's smile was a slow, sultry curve of his lips. "Let's see."Without warning, his lips crashed down on hers, his hand pinning her wrists above her head. The kiss was passionate, all-consuming, and Isabella felt her resistance melting away.Vincent's hand tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. His lips left hers, trailing down her neck, leaving a mark that made her shiver with pleasure.Isabella's eyes closed, her head tilting back as Vincent's lips moved down to her cleavage, his kisses sending shivers down her spine.Vincent's voice was a low, husky whisper. "You're already melting."He spun her around,
Vincent's movements were slow and gentle, his body merging with hers in a tender, loving union. Isabella's moans grew louder, her body arching under his.Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, falling like diamonds onto her cheeks. She felt a deep connection, a sense of belonging she had never experienced before.For the first time in her life, Isabella felt love. It was a fragile, tentative thing, but it was there, shining like a beacon in the darkness.She looked up at Vincent, her eyes teary and vulnerable. He gazed back at her, his eyes filled with concern."Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.Isabella nodded, her smile trembling. "I'm fine," she whispered back.Vincent's eyes searched hers, as if seeking reassurance. Then, with a soft smile, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, loving kiss.Isabella's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. She
Isabella's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with an empty space beside her. She stretched, arching her back, and a soft smile spread across her face as she recalled the passionate night she'd shared with Vincent. Her gaze fell upon Vincent's phone lying on the bedside table.She picked it up, her fingers tracing the familiar contours of the device. A sudden pang of nostalgia hit her, and she missed her uncle, Luca. It had been far too long since they'd last spoken. Without hesitation, she dialed his number, and the phone rang several times before Luca's deep voice answered."Hello?" Luca's tone was cautious, a hint of wariness underlying his words."It's me," Isabella replied, trying to sound cheerful despite the nagging sense of unease."Isabella?" Luca's voice sharpened, panic creeping into his tone. "Are you okay? I've been trying to reach you for days."Isabella's heart swelled with emotion as she realized how worried her uncl
Vincent's eyes gleamed with amusement as he took in Isabella's distraught expression. "It's clear from your face that you've discovered quite a bit," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, let me remind you that in my house, no prisoner is allowed to use their phone. And you, my dear, are my most beautiful prisoner."Isabella's face contorted in rage, her voice rising to a shout. "Bastard! I trusted you!"Vincent's laughter was low and menacing, sending a chill down Isabella's spine. "Trust," he sneered. "It's so easy to win the trust of a naive girl like you."Isabella's eyes blazed with tears as she spat out the words. "I loved you, Vincent. I loved you with all my heart."Vincent's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with disdain. "An arrogant girl like you doesn't deserve anyone's love. But you do deserve my bed. Remember how you were writhing beneath me last night? Don't worry, I'll give you the same pleasure every day,
Mia's mind racing with thoughts of her sister's safety, she knew she had to act fast. She fumbled for her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Luca's number."Luca, please...you have to help me," Mia begged, her voice cracking with emotion. "Brandon's trying to kill my sister. He's working with his mafia brother. I don't know what to do."Luca's voice was calm and reassuring. "Tell me everything, Mia. I'll take care of it."As Mia poured out the entire story, Luca listened intently, his mind racing with strategies and plans. He knew he had to act fast to save Isabella, and he was determined todojustthat."What have I gotten myself into? First, Vincent's involvement with Isabella, and now Brandon's vendetta against her? This is getting uglier by the minute.""I have to act fast. I need to get to Isabella before Vincent or Brandon can harm her. But how? I don't even know where she is.""Think, Luca, think.
Isabella sat in the corner of her room, her eyes fixed on the wall as she felt the weight of her captivity bearing down on her. She couldn't escape, couldn't contact anyone, couldn't do anything but wait for someone to come and rescue her.As the hours ticked by, Isabella's dinner sat untouched on the bedside table. She had no appetite, no desire to eat or drink anything. She just wanted to be free.But freedom was a luxury she didn't have. Not yet, anyway.It was late, the middle of the night, when Vincent stumbled into her room. He was drunk, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He staggered over to the bedside table, his gaze falling on the untouched food."Why didn't you eat?" He slurred, his voice thick with alcohol.Isabella didn't respond. She just lay there, her eyes fixed on Vincent with a mixture of hatred and contempt.Vincent's eyes narrowed, his face twisting into a scowl. "What do you think, huh? That if you don't eat,
Vincent's eyes narrowed, his mind consumed by a nagging sense of unease. "What's wrong with me?" he muttered to himself, his voice low and perplexed. "Why the fuck do I hurt whenever I see her eyes, those fucking tears?"He couldn't understand why Isabella's tears affected him so deeply. He was a man who had seen and done it all, a man who had never been swayed by emotions. But there was something about Isabella that got under his skin, something that made him feel...Vincent's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening as he saw the caller ID. He hesitated for a moment before picking up the call."Why did you call me?" Vincent's voice was curt, his tone dismissive.There was a pause on the other end of the line before a sultry voice spoke up. "Vincent, for how many months have you not met me, and you're angry when I call?"Vincent's eyes rolled in exasperation. "Megan, I'
Isabella sat in the corner of her room, her eyes fixed on the wall as she felt the weight of her captivity bearing down on her. She couldn't escape, couldn't contact anyone, couldn't do anything but wait for someone to come and rescue her.As the hours ticked by, Isabella's dinner sat untouched on the bedside table. She had no appetite, no desire to eat or drink anything. She just wanted to be free.But freedom was a luxury she didn't have. Not yet, anyway.It was late, the middle of the night, when Vincent stumbled into her room. He was drunk, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He staggered over to the bedside table, his gaze falling on the untouched food."Why didn't you eat?" He slurred, his voice thick with alcohol.Isabella didn't respond. She just lay there, her eyes fixed on Vincent with a mixture of hatred and contempt.Vincent's eyes narrowed, his face twisting into a scowl. "What do you think, huh? That if you don't eat,
Mia's mind racing with thoughts of her sister's safety, she knew she had to act fast. She fumbled for her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Luca's number."Luca, please...you have to help me," Mia begged, her voice cracking with emotion. "Brandon's trying to kill my sister. He's working with his mafia brother. I don't know what to do."Luca's voice was calm and reassuring. "Tell me everything, Mia. I'll take care of it."As Mia poured out the entire story, Luca listened intently, his mind racing with strategies and plans. He knew he had to act fast to save Isabella, and he was determined todojustthat."What have I gotten myself into? First, Vincent's involvement with Isabella, and now Brandon's vendetta against her? This is getting uglier by the minute.""I have to act fast. I need to get to Isabella before Vincent or Brandon can harm her. But how? I don't even know where she is.""Think, Luca, think.
Vincent's eyes gleamed with amusement as he took in Isabella's distraught expression. "It's clear from your face that you've discovered quite a bit," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, let me remind you that in my house, no prisoner is allowed to use their phone. And you, my dear, are my most beautiful prisoner."Isabella's face contorted in rage, her voice rising to a shout. "Bastard! I trusted you!"Vincent's laughter was low and menacing, sending a chill down Isabella's spine. "Trust," he sneered. "It's so easy to win the trust of a naive girl like you."Isabella's eyes blazed with tears as she spat out the words. "I loved you, Vincent. I loved you with all my heart."Vincent's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with disdain. "An arrogant girl like you doesn't deserve anyone's love. But you do deserve my bed. Remember how you were writhing beneath me last night? Don't worry, I'll give you the same pleasure every day,
Isabella's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with an empty space beside her. She stretched, arching her back, and a soft smile spread across her face as she recalled the passionate night she'd shared with Vincent. Her gaze fell upon Vincent's phone lying on the bedside table.She picked it up, her fingers tracing the familiar contours of the device. A sudden pang of nostalgia hit her, and she missed her uncle, Luca. It had been far too long since they'd last spoken. Without hesitation, she dialed his number, and the phone rang several times before Luca's deep voice answered."Hello?" Luca's tone was cautious, a hint of wariness underlying his words."It's me," Isabella replied, trying to sound cheerful despite the nagging sense of unease."Isabella?" Luca's voice sharpened, panic creeping into his tone. "Are you okay? I've been trying to reach you for days."Isabella's heart swelled with emotion as she realized how worried her uncl
Vincent's movements were slow and gentle, his body merging with hers in a tender, loving union. Isabella's moans grew louder, her body arching under his.Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, falling like diamonds onto her cheeks. She felt a deep connection, a sense of belonging she had never experienced before.For the first time in her life, Isabella felt love. It was a fragile, tentative thing, but it was there, shining like a beacon in the darkness.She looked up at Vincent, her eyes teary and vulnerable. He gazed back at her, his eyes filled with concern."Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.Isabella nodded, her smile trembling. "I'm fine," she whispered back.Vincent's eyes searched hers, as if seeking reassurance. Then, with a soft smile, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, loving kiss.Isabella's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. She
Vincent's eyes gleamed with mischief as he closed the door behind Isabella, his hands reaching out to pin her against the door. "It's time to complete the challenge we left unfinished that day."Isabella's eyes flashed with defiance, her voice husky. "It's not easy for me to melt."Vincent's smile was a slow, sultry curve of his lips. "Let's see."Without warning, his lips crashed down on hers, his hand pinning her wrists above her head. The kiss was passionate, all-consuming, and Isabella felt her resistance melting away.Vincent's hand tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. His lips left hers, trailing down her neck, leaving a mark that made her shiver with pleasure.Isabella's eyes closed, her head tilting back as Vincent's lips moved down to her cleavage, his kisses sending shivers down her spine.Vincent's voice was a low, husky whisper. "You're already melting."He spun her around,
Vincent's car wound its way up the driveway, the trees growing thicker and the darkness deepening as they delved deeper into the forest. Isabella's eyes widened as the mansion came into view, its sprawling facade lit up like a beacon in the night.As they stepped out of the car, Isabella's gaze swept over the grounds, taking in the high walls, the guards patrolling the perimeter, and the state-of-the-art security cameras. Her eyes met Vincent's, a hint of surprise and curiosity sparkling in their depths."Is this your mansion?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Vincent nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes."Isabella's eyes roamed over the mansion's facade, her expression thoughtful. "Seeing all this, it seems like you're some kind of mafia king."Her laughter was husky, and Vincent's smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners."No one can find you here," he said, his voice low and reassuring.
Vincent's eyes burned with intensity, his voice low and husky. "I'm telling the truth, Isabella. I loved you from the moment I saw you for the first time."Isabella's expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with a hint of fear. "I must leave now," she said, her voice firm.But Vincent was too quick. He reached out, his hand closing around her wrist."Don't hide your feelings," he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers. "I know you feel the same way."Isabella's eyes narrowed, her expression skeptical. She looked at him, her gaze searching. "It's not like that," she said, her voice soft. "I'm not someone with whom one should come into a relationship."Vincent's smile was gentle, his eyes burning with desire. "But I want you," he whispered, his voice husky.Without warning, he pulled her towards him, his lips crashing down on hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all-consuming. Isabella's lips parted, her mouth opening to Vi