Isabella’s POV"So, where are we going now?" I asked, a little bounce in my voice as we settled into his car. He pulled over at an abandoned city park, tucked deep within the forest. It was so quiet and empty, it felt like a secret, magical place.I practically skipped a few steps, a wave of unexpected joy bubbling up inside me. I turned back, grinning when I noticed Dante hadn't moved. He stood by the car, a soft, happy smile on his lips, his eyes sparkling as they met mine."Aren't you coming?" I asked, my smile widening.He walked towards me, hands tucked into his pockets, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to just him and me. It was a strange, comfortable feeling, even though I barely knew him. He treated me with a familiarity that made me wonder if he saw something in me I didn't see myself."Why did you stop here?" I asked, as we strolled along the quiet path."Don't you like it?" He glanced down at me, a soft smile playing on his lips."No, I mean, yes, I love it here.
ISABELLA"Isabella," Dante said, a goofy grin spreading across his face, "you drive me absolutely bonkers. And I'm not going to tell you where I first saw you, because, trust me, it's a little… weird. But just know, I've been your secret admirer." It was so unbelievably cheesy that I almost burst out laughing. A Mafia Don talking like he was in some bad rom-com?"I took a deep breath, trying to keep my smile steady, but then we screeched to a halt. Two cars were blocking the road—trouble, as always."Duck down!" Dante barked, his voice sharp. He grabbed his gun, the metallic click sending a jolt of terror through me and started firing. His foot slammed on the gas, and we lurched forward.I buried my head in my hands, my heart pounding like a drum. As we sped past the enemy cars, I lifted my head, gasping for air. "What's happening? Who are they? Why are they trying to kill us?" I glanced at the side mirror, my eyes widening. "Oh, shit! They're still following us!"He glanced at me,
ISABELLA“There you are,” Dante said as soon as he saw me.I stood in the doorway of his room, staring at him. My eyes drifted to his stomach, then to his arm. A pang of guilt washed over me for what had happened. Despite that, I couldn’t stop myself from walking towards him and hugging him without hesitation. Just like that, my tears flowed like a river.He groaned softly but then embraced me in return. His bodyguards started to move as if to stop me, but he raised a hand, signaling them to stay back. Then, I heard the click of the door. Turning my head, I saw them close it, leaving only him and me in his room.He gave me a faint smile. “Were you really worried about me? Do you like me now, huh?”I gently slapped his chest, a mix of relief and lingering fear making my hand tremble. I stood up, putting a little distance between us. "Are you serious right now? Joking? You were almost… gone." "I know," he murmured, his smile softer now, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.I ran
Isabella’s POV"No! Why would you even ask that?" I answered, still angry and frowning at him. "I don't have any feelings for him anymore. I want him to suffer, but I don't want him to die because of me. And I don't want you to kill anyone for me. That's wrong."Dante touched my hand and gently stroked it. "I'm only going to ask you this one time… Are you happy?"To be honest, I didn't even know what I felt. But deep down, I felt a sense of relief about what happened to Caspian. He really deserved it.I nodded my head slowly. Dante lifted my chin with his fingertip. "Then you don't need to feel guilty at all. They deserved it."And he put my head on his shoulder and whispered, “Good night, Isabella.” I couldn't tear my gaze away from him as his eyelids fluttered shut, and finally, he drifted into sleep beside me. A strange tenderness bloomed in my chest. Hesitantly, I reached out and traced the smooth curve of his cheek with the back of my fingers, my eyes lingering on his peaceful f
ISABELLAHe gently tilted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Look at me, Isabella. Only me." His voice was a low growl. Then, his tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. A wet heat bloomed between my legs. He parted my pussy's folds with a single finger, then began a slow, rhythmic dance, sliding in and out.Moans and whimpers escaped my lips, desperate pleas for more. "Please..." I begged, the word a raw, broken sound. I wanted him to ruin me, to shatter the last whiffs of my control. He was so large, so powerful, I knew he could tear me apart, and a dark, twisted part of me craved it.He lowered his head, his lips finding my most sensitive point. Each stroke of his hot tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I gripped his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to anchor myself as the world spun away.I gasped as my release spilled onto his tongue. He licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. "Now, it'
Isabella’s POVI pulled on my bathrobe, the fabric feeling suddenly flimsy against the weight of what I had to say. "Dante," I started, trying to keep my voice steady, "look, you know I'm not ready to get married. Not now. Not when there's still this... awkwardness hanging between us." I took a breath. "What we had, Dante, it was intense, I won't lie. A real spark, a strong attraction. But marriage? That's a whole different level. Right now, it feels like that's all it was. Just... that heat between us. You see that, right?"A look of disappointment washed over Dante's face when he heard me. He nodded slowly, his eyes losing their usual brightness. He started getting dressed, his movements stiff. "Okay," he said quietly, his voice flat. "Yeah, I guess... I just got ahead of myself." He didn't look at me. Then, he just turned and walked out, leaving the silence behind, feeling thick and uncomfortable.I sighed quietly and sat down on the bed. Then I got dressed in some normal clothes a
ISABELLAAfter my words landed, I risked a glance at Caspian. His face was a mask of utter devastation, a raw display of shame and regret. He looked like he'd accept any punishment his father would dish out later. I turned my head towards the door, and there stood Danica. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. Oh, right. I'd almost forgotten – she was Caspian's secretary. Of course, she'd be here."Oh, Danica," I said, a hint of amusement in my voice as I threw a pointed look at Caspian. "You're late. Your boss must be expecting you."One of the board members cleared his throat. "Once we've completed the signing of these documents, we will inform you, Miss Sterling.""Thank you," I replied coolly, already turning to leave.But I stopped in my tracks when Mr. Thorne's voice boomed, "Danica, you're fired."Caspian opened his mouth to protest, but Mr. Thorne cut him off, his voice sharp with authority. "You too. You're fired as my CEO!""What? Dad! You can't do this to me!" Caspi
DANTE"Everything is set. Guns, transactions – all ready to go." I said, a satisfied smile spreading across my face as I double-checked the computer. Today's deal was a win. I took a deep breath, my gaze drifting to my phone. Isabella. I desperately wanted to call her.But the memory of our last encounter, the raw pain in her eyes, made me feel like a worthless piece of garbage, someone she'd never want. What the hell did I do? And more importantly... What could I possibly do to make her see me differently? To make her fall in love with me? The thought felt like a distant, impossible dream.My new secretary, Grace, approached me with a bright smile. "Sir, you have a meeting scheduled with Sir Rafael at the Belluci Hotel today.""Oh, right," I replied, standing up and slipping on my coat. I walked out, her footsteps echoing softly behind me. Grace was my old butler's daughter. I'd watched her grow up, seen her graduate from a top university, all thanks to her mother's tireless efforts.
DANTEThe silence in the mansion was heavy, like a thick blanket. Her being gone was real, a hole in the air of every room. I gripped the letter, reading it again. The fancy writing was a mean reminder of what she'd done. “You wanted to own me, Dante. Now you own nothing.” The words cut me deep.I was angry and felt betrayed. How could she do this? After everything I did for her, after the way I… cared for her, she used me. She played me like I was stupid. I pictured her leaving with that other man, the one Flora described. It made me burn with a cold anger.My men were looking everywhere – airports, ports, every lead. I had people watching, but she had just disappeared. This General, Enrique McCullen, was like a ghost. No recent trips, no friends outside the army. It was like he made her vanish.I couldn't even sleep. Her face was in my dreams, changing from scared to defiant. I remembered how she felt when I touched her, the way she sometimes looked at me like… like she cared. I was
ISABELLAThe cold Icelandic wind hit my face hard. It was so different from the humid air of the mansion I had left. This cold stung, but it also felt clean. I leaned against the porch of the small cottage. The expansive, dramatic view stretched out before me like a painting. Snowy mountains touched the gray sky. And the air felt quiet and old.Enrique and I had been here for three weeks. For three weeks, the air didn't feel dangerous. The quiet wasn't scary. My body started to relax. The tight feeling inside me from before was starting to go away.Granny Elín was Enrique's grandmother. She was strong. Her hands were rough but gentle when she helped me exercise each morning. Her Icelandic language sounded like music. I was slowly starting to understand it. It filled the cottage with stories and laughter. She accepted me without asking too many questions. She always offered strong coffee and her tasty rye bread.The first few days were tiring. I still felt like something bad was going
DANTEI softened my gaze, offering Flora a semblance of warmth, though my eyes held a silent, menacing demand. "Now, tell me, Flora. What do you know?"Flora dissolved into quiet sobs, as if her very life was draining away with each tear. I clicked my tongue, the sound sharp in the tense silence. "Flora, I don't want to kill you or anything… but you most certainly won't die if you just tell me the fucking truth!"Her body trembled uncontrollably. I gestured to one of the guards, who offered her a bottle of water. She gulped it down, her thirst evident, before whispering, "Sir, please… I really don't know…""Flora, you know me," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "If you lie to me again…" I pulled my phone from my pocket, the screen illuminating her tear-streaked face. "Your son is going to pay for what you've done."Her eyes widened, overflowing with fresh tears. "Please, sir! Don't touch my son! He's only in high school, his life hasn't even begun!""Oh, really? Then why are you lyi
DANTE"Sir, we can't reach Miss Isabella's phone," my secretary blurted out as he rushed into my office. A dark frown immediately creased my forehead. Why wasn't Isabella answering? I understood that the tension between us, the awkward distance, was a consequence of what had happened. But right now, all I wanted to know was if she'd eaten, if she'd done her exercises, if she was alright.Last night was… complicated. One of my business partners had unexpectedly brought his new secretary, Danica, to our meeting. She'd been hired just the other day, and we'd taken some photos for the deal's announcement. Never in a million years did I think she'd plaster them all over her Instagram, making it look like we were some kind of couple.I sighed heavily, rubbing my face in frustration. "Then call the fucking mansion. Ask what Isabella is doing." The anxiety twisting in my gut was a cold, unwelcome guest.My secretary's face drained of all color as he looked at me, his eyes wide with a fear tha
ISABELLA“Yes.” He wasted no time, tossing his things into the trunk. "Let's go. He's probably already trying to figure out where you've gone. We need to hurry," he said, quickly pushing my wheelchair back to the van. He carefully lifted me into the back seat, securing my seatbelt. "You don't know the kind of man you're dealing with, Isabella.""Oh, I know exactly the kind of man he is," I replied, a weariness in my voice. "More than you can possibly imagine. And you're right, he's likely searching for me right now. And you're the only one who can help me, Enrique."He nodded grimly, then hopped into the driver's seat, immediately making a call. "Ready the plane for me, please."The voice on the other end responded instantly, "Yes, General."Enrique hung up and started the engine, pulling away from his house. A wave of relief washed over me. This was it. I was finally going to be free!I felt guilt as we arrived at the secluded airfield where a private jet waited, its sleek lines gle
ISABELLAEnrique listened intently as I recounted the past few months, his expression shifting from concern to shock to a deep, simmering anger. When I finally finished, a heavy silence filled the car."Isabella, I'm so sorry…" he finally said, shaking his head, his voice thick with emotion."I thought you knew about the Sterling's scandal, the embezzlement news?" I asked, a sliver of hope flickering within me.He frowned. "Well, it's possible that someone in the underground organization paid a large sum of money to suppress it, to take it out of any source, any news, to delete it from everyone's mind and internet history." He paused, then his gaze sharpened. "So, this Dante… is he your boyfriend?""No. Not exactly," I replied, a bitter taste in my mouth. "We had an arrangement. I felt more like his auctioned bride. He… he bought me at an auction held by my ex-fiancé.”Enrique nodded slowly, his jaw tight with barely contained fury. He reached out and gently squeezed my hand, his touc
ISABELLAA soft gasp escaped my lips, and then a sob tore through me. Tears streamed down my face as I choked out the truth. "Yes…"A bitter smirk twisted his lips, but his eyes held a deep, raw pain. "I knew it. I'm not that much of a fool not to see it. Because why would you, right? Why would you ever like someone like me… I'm a monster." He offered a small, heartbreaking smile before turning away and walking towards the door.The words I wanted to say, the confusing tangle of feelings that had taken root, remained trapped in my throat. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe he needed to hate me. Just hate me, Dante.I lowered my head, the sobs wracking my body, echoing in the silence of the room. My heart ached, a dull, heavy throb as if I had physically wounded him. And in hurting him, I realized with a sickening certainty I had hurt myself too. I hated this. I truly, deeply hated breaking his heart.I wiped away the last of my tears with the back of my hand and called out for the ma
ISABELLAThree months. For three agonizing months, I'd been trapped in this body, a prisoner in my own skin. Seeing Dante flit around, effortlessly handling business, laughing with some new woman in the living room while I lay here, a useless weight, only amplified the crushing feeling of being a burden. I could move, yes, with Herculean effort, but the most straightforward tasks felt like climbing mountains.My days were a monotonous cycle. Physical therapy every morning, a humiliating two hours of pushing and stretching. Then came lunch, the maid patiently spoon-feeding me like a child because my own hands refused to cooperate. Sometimes, if Dante wasn't consumed by his world, he'd take over, a forced smile on his lips as he narrated some random story, his eyes occasionally betraying a weariness I couldn't ignore. I pity myself. What if he grew tired of this? Of me? The thought was a cold dread that settled deep in my chest, a constant reminder of my helplessness."I'm sorry…" I wh
ISABELLA"Miss Sterling," the doctor said gently, "the examination reveals partial paralysis, specifically quadriparesis, or tetraparesis. This means you're experiencing weakness in all four of your limbs. It's a consequence of the severe accident you were in. Please know that in many cases, partial paralysis is treatable, and people can regain varying degrees of movement and strength. Recovery can take time, potentially several months, as your body heals and we work through rehabilitation."The doctor's explanation swung in the air. I didn't even know how to react. The trauma of the accident, the very violence of it, hadn't fully registered, yet here was this new reality: partial paralysis. I stared blankly at the wall, a profound sense of weakness washing over me, eclipsing any other emotion. This moment, this diagnosis, felt like the day I lost a part of myself. Was this my destiny now?"I'm really sorry." The female doctor left after explaining everything, but none of it registere