Mag-log inISABELLA'S POV.“That bastard! Who does he think he is?” I raged, storming through the corridors out towards my supposed bedroom; anger coursed through my veins with each step I took. He humiliated me, the bastard. How dare he compare me to Alessia? What sort of freak does he tend to be? She shot him.She shot him!.Alesia had put a bullet through him, and he was out there drooling about it. I knew he was a sick psycho, but even at that, he was still in love with her.I bit against my lips, running my fingers through my hair as soon as I slammed the door to my room. I tapped my foot against the floor, anxiety easing through me. What exactly had made me change my mind? I had the bastard, I let him leave and breathe. I spared his life, and that was the thanks I got.Act like a ricci? I wasn't up to Alessia's standards? I'm his wife now?.He had a lot to gloat about; merely thinking back to the sick smirk on his lips made my insides churn, burn…crawl. I had… I should have emptied the
LUCA'S POV.Bloody fuck.She's poison; every word that came off her lips was no better than venom, and I just kissed her?.“Are you insane?” She asked. Spitting continuously against the grass, I watched, not moving as she wiped at her lips aggressively and then turned back to face me, her eyes filled with rage.“You talk too much, Isabella. Weren't you so jealous earlier? What's so hurtful about a kiss?” I inhaled again, grinning wider, trying to mask my own surprise.I had kissed her without thinking, and if looks could kill, I bet I'd be dead by now.“You may be married to this facade we have going on, but if you bloody touch me without my consent again, I'll murder you,” she spat.A smile stretched on my lips, relieved to see she wasn't thinking too much into the kiss just as I was.“Fine, are you ready to leave now?” I asked again, turning away before she could catch a glimpse of my broken expression.She didn't say a word; she stormed past me, finally reducing her pace as we had
ISABELLA'S POV.He tensed up; his hands trembled as they got loose off the grip i had on.His gaze flickered, an unnamed emotion in them, his eyes bulging out, almost falling out of their sockets. He was stunned, and I could see that was an abstract I never imagined he could have. Just then, I see it too.Of course. Tall, blonde, and oozing confidence. Just his type. And the perfect reason to ignore me.Yet I brushed it aside, shoving the thoughts down, an irritated feeling coursed through me, my eyes on his, anger eating up my senses; he fucked me out.He had a thing for blonde hairs? And why was she smiling so brightly?.But to my surprise, she wrapped her arms over his neck, close enough to him that I had dug my fingers into my palm, trying hard not to yank her by the hair.“I missed you, Luca,” she said, the words flirty and the evident yearning look in her eyes embarrassing me on her behalf.What was she bloody doing?. Seducing a married man in broad daylight?.“It's been too l
LUCA'S POV.My jaw ticked, my eyes not wavering off her as she made her way down the stairs, walking elegantly in the blue, silky, lace, slitted gown I got for her… It had an opening at the back; the fabric had clung perfectly to her curves complimenting every part of her body.Her hair, ran carelessly over her shoulder in a hat, made her more sexy and defiant she looked dangerous; I loved it.She knew how to cause a scene, too bad she'll be making it with me.“Enjoying the view?” She asked, the frown on her face growing deeper as she approached me. Finally standing on the last flight of stairs, I tried hard not to roll my eyes at her comment. “Merely staring at you, makes me want to puke all I had for lunch.” I snapped, turning my gaze away from turning on my feet without waiting for a moment of her response.“Don't act funny, or make baseless remarks, or try making an escape; you'd embarrass yourself, Isabella. Besides, I'm certain you won't want Mattoes's head on a plate,” I asse
ISABELLA'S POV.Cold chills ran down my spine hearing those words, whatever defiance I had, whatever walls I built. Whatever anger and energy and resilience I had before , they all cracked on the spot I let myself loose swinging forward on the rsil standing back to my feets, the iciness of the tiles shot through my skin as I inched forward,I closed all the space between us, hating the god awful annoying grin still on his face.“Don't you dare lay a finger on Matteo, don't you dare …I can see that look in your eyes, you bloody devil. If you lay a finger on my brother, I'll...”“What?” He asked. Cutting into my words, pulling me closer, his arms wrapped behind my waist. I wouldn't mistake this for compassion or a joke impact. Maybe I felt fear for thr first time in a long while; I worked twice as hard. Maintained all public appearances. acting as though I was the only child of my dead mother and dead beat dad,All so Matteo, my poor autistic brother, could stay in his healthcare sc
ISABELLA'S POV.“You sick psychopath!” I cursed, slamming the door shut as I alighted from the car; he walked out the other end with a smirk strapped to the sides of his lips.My eyes trailed off to his sleeves soaked with blood; the bullet meant for me had grazed through his arms, but I couldn't give a flying fuck about it.“I almost died because of you; you brought me down into your war!” I screamed, seething with rage.“So?” He questioned. Corking up his eyebrows like this was some sort of joke. “Maybe next time I'll just let them take you,” he responded, his words dripping with mockery and nonchalance.I watched in awe. My lips parted as he stormed past me, whistling to himself; my heart thumped hard in my chest. Oh, I hated this man.I hated him so much I wanted to strangle the life out of him, but I couldn't; he proved that to me twice. I was weaker compared to him.The automatic doors pushed open as he walked in, and I followed behind, hot on his heels.“You should have; no one







