All Chapters of Becoming Mrs Deluca : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella POV“Mr Deluca. If you could just listen to me” I quickly follow him up the stairs, “I can assure you, I’m not wife material, and I am in no way interested in getting into some sort of marriage with you,” I say, his back turned to me He pauses, turning around, his bright blue eyes meeting with mine, my breath hitch as he moves closer, the intoxicating smell of exotic perfume filtering into my nose, “Again, Miss Isabella,” he pauses, a smirk popping up on his face, “I am in no way interested in being in a marriage with you either, it’s a simple contract between two families” he pauses, placing his hands in the pocket of his trouser, swinging on his heels, “it’s a marriage of convenience, coming from your background I’m sure you didn’t expect to marry for love did you?” he raises a brow at me, a know it all expression on his face I ignore him, “We want to spread the payments, I want you to give us three years and we will pay you back in full” I nod confident, we just have to

Dominic POV “Isabella Mariano?” why her? Rafaelle pulls up next to me in the bar where I settled after my squabble with the Mariano girl at the penthouse. I shrug turning to him, “Why not her?, Her father owes me a shit ton of money, so she has no choice but to do only what I say” I take a gulp of my drink “And at least she won’t betray you” he smirks turning to me knowing he stroked a cord in me with that statement I mean what woman would betray the richest, most influential, and the number one bachelor in the country? My Ex Grace Rossi was a woman who could do that and possibly more, and she did it when I was about to propose “Chin up man, who knows? You might fall deeply in love with her?” He mocks “Yeah right” I snort, “I am never falling in love with any woman for the rest of my life, never again” I bit my lip downing the rest of the drink. “Finishing your drunk so fast? Work? Or Work? He raises his brows at me refreshing to the dangerous part of me, the mafia part of me”

Isabella POV“Oh my gosh_ that’s Mr De-Luca” Bianca almost screams to herself.“Don’t act like a fan girl Bianca, he’s different from what you think” I reply sipping on the glass of wine“Oh my gosh,” her eyes turn from the flowers to me and then him again “Wait, what’s going on??” “Long story” I reply about to relay everything that has happened in the last 24 hours but I’m stopped by a strong smell of earthy perfume filtering into my nose, followed by black shoes stopping right in front of us.“Isabella,” he says, voice deep, enough to make any woman go crazy“De-Luca” I reply looking up at him“Baby girl, it’s Dominic, I told you this already” he smirks turning to Bianca leaving me a blushing mess“Dominic De-Luca” he stretches his hand forward, grabbing Bianca’s hand in a hold and placing a peck at the back of her palm. “Bianca Greco” she smiles widely, “And how do you know Isabella?” She questions looking between the both of us.He turns to me raising a brow at me, “Should I go

Isabella POVThe sun is bright and blinding on my face when I wake up, my mind is distorted but I know my room has curtains because I hate being woken up by bright lights.My eyes pull open and the ceiling is a dark onyx color, reflecting at me, I frown “My ceilings are white” I frown my eyes moving to the left where my eyes meet with a strong, muscled, and olive-toned back but not next to me, on the couch his legs folded to himself and a black blanket around his hips and legs.I frown “Oh my gosh I’ve been kidnapped” I whisper to myself my feet meeting with cold wooden floors, I look around the room, ready to grab a weapon when he moves.His arms are first, my eyes are wide and I grab the first thing next to me, a vase with roses in it.The roses fall to the floor the vase right over my head and he turns around his bright blue eyes wide and staring at me In shock.“Dominic?” I call out which is followed by a loud screech from me the base falling to the floor.“If I knew you would try

Isabella POV2 pm comes faster than I can imagine and I’m reeling in my seat.“what is he going to do?”“Will people be there?” I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest, this man showed up out of nowhere and now controls my every thought.I frown, packing up all I have left for the day, my assistant walks through the door.“A driver is here for you mam” she explains“Okay, I’ll be right down, you can go home,” I tell her grabbing my bag and heading outside, I slip into the car again and this time there’s another bottle of champagne and a champagne flute waiting for me.“Again what’s this man’s plan?” I frown to myself avoiding the drink.We stop in front of a boutique and I’m led inside by the driver to a woman in a blood-red suit.“Hello, I’m Sandra and I’ll be your stylist for today” She sends me a smile“Stylist?” I frown to myself, I’ve been styling myself my whole life, does this mean he agates the way I look? Is he trying to change me?My frown deepens, I’m marrying a control