บททั้งหมดของ What The Don Wants: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

Isla~ Tonight, I was getting engaged to my father's sworn enemy, a man with a vendetta against our family. I stared blankly at my reflection in the mirror, as I was being dolled up in preparation for his arrival. My supposed husband-to-be would be here anytime from now, and I had to look perfect for him. I took a look at the black, evening dress that ran all the way down to my feet. It clung to me like a second skin, it's expensive noose tightening around my body. The dress was stunning, to say the least but it might as well be a funeral attire. A part of me was about to die tonight. It was a gift from HIM, I was told. A sigh left my lips as my mind suddenly drifted off to Jake, my boyfriend. Just a few days ago, he had called to inform me that he would be coming back to Vegas, to me. He had been away for years and we excitedly made plans on all the things we would do, places we would visit together. I guess none of those would be happening now. By the time he gets back, I

Isla~This was it. This was the moment my entire life would come crashing down. Today, I would officially be wedded to Dante Moretti. I would be wedded to a man who had no problem with wiping out my entire family. The sound of the wedding bells sent jolts through my body, making me feel more like a prisoner, who was about to be executed on a death row. With every step I took towards the altar, I felt suffocated by the wedding dress and veil over my face. The bouquet of flowers felt like thorns in my hands and the scent made me sick to my stomach. A small crowd of people were already gathered, which included my parents and household staff. I couldn't see Matteo anywhere, which was quite understandable. I didn't want to be here too. I was walking down the aisle by myself, as my father was now confined to a wheelchair. He still had bullet wounds in his thighs and I remember my mother's words to me on his account. "This is all your fault!" She had yelled angrily at me. "

Isla~It's been two days. Two days since I've been locked up in this room. All I did was cry myself to sleep and thrash various objects in the room.It was all my fault. My brother was dead because of me.Maybe if I wasn't trying to run from my fate or fight it, I wouldn't be in this mess right now. I had lost both my brother and my freedom.A series of knock suddenly came from the door and I already knew who they were. Apparently, Dante had hired an entire posse of personal attendants to look after me. I was however unmoved by this gesture."Mrs Moretti?" A voice called out from outside and I frowned.That name. I was now bearing the surname of my brother's killer. It made me feel like every bit of a murderer as Dante is, and I hated that feeling.I tightened my grip on the bedsheet as they continued to knock and call for me."Mrs Moretti, please let us in." "Go away!" I screamed at them, sinking further into the king-sized bed. I didn't want to be around anyone right now. Why can'