Rodrigo's POVWhen I returned to the room, I wasn't surprised that Isabella was not in the room where I left her. Glancing around the corner and checking the bathroom she was gone. My Adrenaline rushed up as I realized that Juan Carlos lied to me as well. Just as I suspected he was talking with Isabella and probably covering for her, I felt like a fool but wasn't fazed by Carlos's thoughtless act, he was a brazen fellow with a weak heart which is why he gets disappointed and dumped by women a lot.Talking about my mobile phone, I was about to call Juan Carlos when Isabella entered the bedroom."And where have you been?""I went to the bathroom," She said without blinking an eye. This woman was getting on my nerves, if she wasn't pretty I would have cut her open the day that she defiled me. "What bathroom?" I stared at the bathroom in our bedroom dropping my gaze on the wooden door before gawking at her as I took a step closer to her."The other one""What happened to this one?""It w
Issabella's POVRodrigo sat on his favorite seat watching me as I held onto the poll, tears clouded my eyes. I have never been humiliated in my entire life, It wasn't about the fact that he dragged me to his club after I slapped him but he was forcing me to dance for him wearing nothing but those ridiculous clothes those women wore that reveal almost everything. "Rodrigo please" I pleaded with him for the tenth time but his mind was made up as he stared at the clothes he threw at me to change into. "I'm going to rip that cloth off your body if you don't get in the next minute and dance for me""I'm not good at this" I lied, I love dancing a lot, I would dance a lot in my bedroom but I have never danced for any man except Maxwell. I felt disgusted and dirty as the tears that I was fighting so hard not to fall fell on my cheeks but for Rodrigo, that wasn't enough to change his mind, his heart was made of stone. Does he even have one? I doubted it a lot for he knew about my mother's co
Rodrigo's POVHer eyes widened as she stared at the gun but I wasn't about to lower my hand. I wasn't asking her to dance because I wanted to watch her get naked. Though I loved the sight, she had a beautiful body with perfect curves but I was furious that she was comfortable with Juan Carlos and not me. She has danced for other men and yet when I want to watch her dance, she cries like a baby. Just imagining Isabella dancing for other men made my blood boil for some reason I couldn't fathom. She was bringing a different side of me that I thought I had gotten rid of a long time ago."Dance!" I ordered again and she nodded her head holding onto the poll as she rose to her feet. Turning around I was about to walk back to my seat when I heard a thud on the ground. Turning back around, My eyes widened seeing Isabella lying unconscious on the ground."Isabella!" I called out to her. Her body was burning up, her skin pale. Was she sick? A lot of things ran through my mind as I took off my J
Isabella's POVI stiffened as his lips moved slowly on my lips, for a moment I couldn't fathom what was happening. I had to sink it through and when I did pushed him back and he stumbled backward almost falling to the ground. "What do you think you are doing?" I wiped my lips staring at him as if he had lost his mind. At that moment, I didn't realize that he was now my husband for the next year and had everything to do whatever he pleased."What did you just do?" His eyes darkened"You are kissing me and I don't think that's appropriate since I feel nothing for you""What about the other men that you dance for? Do you feel anything for them as well?""What other men are you talking about? I don't dance for other men""Stop lying, I know those moves are not those of an amateur but of a professional""I never said it was the moves of an amateur, I only told you that I have been dancing""For who?" He screamed to my face"For no one alright, I have a cousin who waits in a club and so I
Rodrigo's POVShe was fazed by my action but she needed a quick shower and I was going to help her out. Not that she was stinking or anything, she wasn't. Since she was tired she was going to need help getting into the shower and I Intended to help her out."What are you doing?""Don't you need help hitting the shower?”"No, I don't and why will I want you to do that for me?" She stated, anger seeps through me and so I release her and she lands on the bed wincing. "Why did you do that for?" Her eyes were blazing with anger. "You asked me to drop you""You could have been more gentle" She snapped and I gave her a stern look reminding her that I was still Don Rodrigo and most importantly I owed her now so she had got to watch her mouth. Staring at her, there was something about Isabella that I couldn't quite lay my hands on, she was beautiful and alluring yet those words she said to me seemed to be fabricated. I couldn't believe that she hadn't danced in front of anyone. "Tell me som
Isabella's POVWhen the familiar voice echoed through the house, he smiled and for the first time, I had to admit that his smile was genuine. I haven't seen him smiling that way at anyone. There was something between him and Marcello that I couldn't quite fathom. Was it just the friendship or something else? From the look in his eyes, it was obvious that he loved and admired him more than he admired Juan Carlos. "Marcello!" He took long steps towards him and embraced him. They were like brothers who hadn't seen each other for quite a long time and now they were back together embracing each other with warmth and affection which kind of reminded me of Maxwell and I. My friends back home, everyone I left behind, especially Sawyer, was always there for me and I love her. Most times when she sleeps over at my place, we will stay up all night gossiping and talking about random things. "Did I miss the actual party?" He asked as Rodrigo broke away from him"I think you came at the right tim
Rodrigo's POVAnger. It was just what I was feeling in my soul as the words left her mouth. However what happened next left me in utter shock, I couldn't believe that I would hit her, and when my hands collided with her cheeks, she was left in utter shock. But it wasn't just her, I was fazed as I realized that I hit her. Isabella truly brought out the other side of me that I thought I had let go of. It has been more than ten years since I swore never to raise my hands on a woman, ever since the last time I had tried so hard, would choose to punish them in other ways than hit her but Isabella pushed me to break that vow. Her words were like stabs of wound, what provoked me was the manner she spoke about my Grandmother. I loved her so much and I couldn't just watch her insult her as if she was a nobody. She must be out of her mind to even dare do such a thing, had no clue what came over her."Are you done?" She asked as I stared at my palms trying to take a moment to sink in what was h
Isabella's POV That was not just humiliating but demeaning as well. As expected the Bastard had to threaten me with my parents, I thought I could ignore but I couldn't, I couldn't tell him to go ahead and bring my mother over when she was unwell. He had no heart, this was another prove that I wasn't married to a human but a monster with no heart. Everyone in the Mafia family was the same, how could I have gotten involved with these people? Now he was making me get on my knees as if I am his slave. He probably most of the women as his slave sex which was why he optioned that I work in his brothel as his whore for his men. This man was insane and out of his mind, I hadn't met anyone like him, he was the worst of them and clearly out of control. The only one I felt for was his Grandmother who thought she had a Grandson, she had no clue that she had not a human but a beast who was good at deceiving her and putting up an act. She must be thrilled that he got married and was on the way to