Chapter 005

~ISABELLA~

I hated Antonio.

His face repulsed me, and I wished to evaporate from the face of the earth so that I wouldn’t have to breathe the same air as him.

He was a murderer, and I could never look at him differently.

He always had an evil smirk on his face and looked like one of those guys who could strangle you in your sleep.

There was no way that I was going to stay in the same house with him.

I had to do something before I ended up as one of his many victims.

When we got to his house, the pervert asshole led me inside and took me to a room that he said was mine until I got comfortable enough to share his bedroom with him, how dreamy of him.

I just couldn’t help but wonder why he even wanted me.

I was not even as hot as the girls that I saw him with at the club sometimes.

He went out with model-sized women who wore nothing but tight skirts and dresses with 10-inch heels.

They all looked like they were starving themselves with their snatched waists.

So, who was I to compare with them when I was short, with little thick hips and stomach rolls when sitting down?

“Melo will be outside the door in case you need anything, love.”

“I will get myself out of here before you even get a chance to touch a strand of hair on my head,” I hissed.

He looked amused as he walked towards me. He towered over my 5 foot 2 inches frame with his 6 foot 3 inches height and I swallowed.

“Your hair is very lovely, angel.” He pulled a few strands behind my ear and caressed them.

I couldn’t believe his gut. He just did that to prove a point.

Gosh, I hated him. I hated him so much that I felt like punching him in the face.

“Get your dirty hand off me,” I yanked his hand off me and leaned backward.

Whatever plan that I was going to come up with to get away from him, had to work fast.

It was impossible that he and I were going to tolerate each other for more than a week.

“We both had a long night, love, get yourself cleaned up. The house chef will come and bring you your dinner if you haven’t had any.”

“I don’t want your food, and I don’t want to be here.”

“You are mine, Bella. This is where you now belong.”

“I will never be yours. Over my dead body.” I snarled.

“Suit yourself, love. I will be in my bedroom if you need me. It’s opposite yours, by the way,” he winked at me before he walked out of my room and closed the door behind him.

And then it started to sink in that my father, the one who was supposed to love and protect me as his daughter, sold me off to a monster.

I stumbled on the bed and cried as I sat down. My father was many things, but I never thought that one day he’d sell me for money.

It would have been better if he was a man enough and killed me the day my mother gave birth to me.

But hell no, I was not going to stay in this room and feel sorry for myself.

I quickly straightened up and wiped the tears off my face because I am a bad bitch. And bad bitches don’t whine like little girls.

Instead, I was going to grab the elephant by its horns and show it what I was made of.

I was going to make sure that Antonio regrets ever thinking that he could get me on his bed by paying millions of dollars to my father.

I was far worth more than that.

So, I got my ass off the bed and went to take a shower in the bathroom.

When I was done, I went to the closet and found a towel, I took it and wrapped it around me.

And the next thing I did was to head out to Antonio’s room.

When I got outside his door, I knocked on the door once and waited for him to open the door.

“That was fast,” he smirked when he saw me.

He had no shirt on, and for a millisecond, I thought he looked hot with those tattoos on his chest and scars…

One of the scars that caught my attention was the one that was under his left nipple.

I wondered if he once came near a death point but survived miraculously.

I cleared my throat and looked up at him. “I don’t have clothes.”

“Oh yes. Don’t worry, my PA will take you shopping tomorrow,” he answered with an unreadable expression on his face.

“I mean, if I were home, there wouldn’t be any need for a new wardrobe, would there?”

“Bella -” He frowned, but I quickly cut him off.

“Oh, don’t worry. I will stop by at home tomorrow to get myself some clothes before you spend more money on my head,” I gave him my most famous fake smile and dropped my towel on the floor.

“Oops, my bad. Anyway, good night.” I picked it up, wrapped it, and headed back to my room.

“You better not tell me that you saw her butt cheeks, Melo.” He threatened him as I closed the door behind me.

“No, Sir. I didn’t see a thing.”

“That’s better be right, and make sure that she never leaves her room until morning, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Antonio slammed his door shut and I released a happy squeal. Perhaps he was not as scary and untouchable as people told me he was.

I was going to be his nightmare. I would be damned if I was going to stay here with him for another week as his auctioned wife.

If he wanted me on his bed, he was going to get me on his bed when I was dead.

In the morning, I woke up, yawned, got off my bed, and went to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and then wrapped the towel around me, and headed out to get something to eat.

When I got downstairs, I found Antonio talking with someone. They were muttering to each other.

I figured out it was one of the guys he went out murdering people and holding their hearts in his hand with.

“Good morning, gentlemen.” I greeted them as I made my way to the kitchen.

I was not going to starve myself and wait for the ‘house chef’ to serve me.

I had no idea where his kitchen was, but I had all the time in the world to find it.

If I was going to keep myself locked up in that room, he was going to think that I feared him, and I didn’t want him to think that.

He had to think that I didn’t shake in my boots in his presence like everybody else.

That way, I was going to make sure that I got out of there sooner because it was clear that the pervert wanted someone to control and do whatever he wanted.

Antonio simply lost it when he saw me. “What the fuck are you doing down here with no clothes on, Bella?” He fumed with rage as he rushed towards me and grabbed my arm. His grip was so tight I gasped.

“Let me go, you pervert!” I snatched his hand off my arm, and when my towel fell, Antonio shielded me as if I was under attack.

“Get out, Paul, before I shoot you dead right now!” He yelled at the man he was talking with.

“Yes, Sir. My apologies…” The poor guy stumbled as he tried to get his things on the couch.

I stood there and rolled my eyes.

“Out!”

Paul was out of the door before Antonio could blink again. He quickly picked up my towel on the floor and covered me with it.

“I will take you shopping.”