Chapter 15

Before she could say anything, his phone rang loudly.

He looked at it, his jaw tight. He didn't let go of her hand immediately. He gave her one last look.

"We are not done."

Then he stood up and walked out, leaving the door open.

Isabella just sat there.

She let out a deep breath she didn't even know she was holding.

Oh my God.

What type of look was that? What type of man looks at someone like that?

I'm living with a monster. A devil. That's what he is.

She stayed sitting on the edge of the bed for a few seconds, her heart still beating fast. Her hand was still warm from where he held it.

She looked at the open door.

Did he leave it open on purpose?

Isabella shook her head, trying to snap out of it.

Isabella quickly stood up from the edge of the bed and walked to the clothes scattered on the floor and bed. She searched through them for something nice to wear and put it on.

Then she just stood there for like two minutes, waiting. Maybe thinking he would come back.

But he didn't.

She rushed to the door and locked it.

Then she walked back to the side of the bed, to where the phone was — that old kind of phone, not like a normal phone. The one they use to call outside numbers.

She picked it up and quickly dialed her sister's number ( Noval )

It didn't connect.

She dialed again. Still nothing.

She unplugged it, shook it, plugged it back in. Tried again. Nothing. The line was dead.

Frustration hit her all at once.

She smashed the phone on the floor.

And stood there, breathing hard, tired of everything.

Is this how I'm going to be stuck here?

"Boss, our men came back. Those guys from the bar belonged to Jackson …”

Adrian’s face hardened, phone still on his ear

“ Does that mean they are still looking for her with her picture?”

"Yes sir." Charles replied

"Okay. That problem for another day," he paused. "Have you found anything about who the Volko gang boss is? Anything at all?"

"Ah, sir, we're still searching. There's nothing yet."

"What about the police officer? The one you said we can trust for our next mission?"

" I'm still looking for one good one that we can trust, but I think I've found someone. I'm just still making investigations on the person."

Adrian nodded. "Okay, no problem. Get back home. We are going to my step-mom's house."

"Okay boss."

The call ended.

——few hours later——-

_Knock._knock

“Ma, boss said you have twenty-five minutes. To get ready.

Isabella took a deep breath. "I’m done already, coming down soon”

She looked into the mirror.

The black dress was beautiful.

Not just beautiful — dangerous.

Long, elegant, hugging her body perfectly. It sat on her like it was made only for her. The top was tight around her chest, the waist snatched in, and the slit by the side showed just enough of her leg when she walked. Her back was almost open, just thin straps holding it.

Her hair was free, falling on her shoulders, soft and wavy. Black handbag. Black heels that made her legs look longer. Her lips were done in a soft nude gloss.

Everything was giving Mafia Queen vibes.

Black was never really her favorite color, but this... this was suiting her too well. She looked powerful. Expensive. Like she belonged to a man no one dares to touch.

When she walked downstairs, Adrian was already waiting.

He was standing by the staircase, one hand in his pocket, looking at his phone. Then he heard the heels.

He looked up.

And he froze.

He didn't say too much. His face was still calm, still that same cold, unreadable face. But his eyes... his eyes betrayed him.

His eyes moved slowly — from her face, down to her neck, to the dress hugging her chest, to her waist, to that slit showing her leg. He swallowed. His jaw tightened. He was trying so hard to act normal.

He couldn't hide it.

Isabella saw it. She felt it. But she didn't show anything either. She just walked down to him, shoulders straight, chin up, like she had been doing this all her life.

They walked out and entered the car together.

The car started moving. It was silent for a few seconds. Just the road.

Then he spoke without looking at her, his eyes on the road ahead.

*"Remember, don't embarrass me and don’t be weak."*

Isabella turned to look at him.

*"I'm not weak."*

He finally glanced at her, just a quick look, then back to the road.

“ really, okay then I will find out tonight”

He kept driving, one hand on the steering wheel, so calm.

The other cars followed him slowly.

The house was not far. They owned that entire property. Just 25 minutes drive.

When they got there, the place was already beautiful. Lights outside, cars parked. Inside.

Isabella stepped out of the car, arranging her dress. She was still trying to fix herself, looking down.

At that same moment, a lady ran from nowhere and hugged Adrian tightly. “ i miss you so much”

Isabella raised her head because of that and because.

The lady pulled away from the hug, laughing — then she turned to face Isabella.

And they both froze.

You could see the shock on Isabella's face. Pure shock.

And on the other lady's face — anger, hatred, disgust. Everything in one face.

Then the other lady snapped, her voice sharp.

"YOU?!"