Owned By The Mafia Boss

Isabella's POV “Get the door open!” The hoarse voice of the man dreaded more than the devil himself was accompanied by a loud knock on the door that caused the entire room to reverberate with terror. I could already hear the cries of our unfortunate neighbours from the cramped tenement, the people he mercilessly ripped off their homes because they couldn't afford to pay the rent. He is here now to eject us from our one-bedroom apartment, since we haven't paid ours yet and I'm sure no amount of pleading would soften his steel-hardened heart. My heart thumped at the thought of being homeless soon. I wish he would listen to us and let us stay a few weeks more, so Mum would be able gather some money and pay off the rent. I was raised by my mum alone. Dad cheated with his mistress and divorced mum and ever since then, he has never been a presence in my life. Mum bore the pain of raising me single-handedly with her meagre salary that didn't always come when due just as now ever si

Although Dad despised Mum and I, I wouldn't have thought he could have sold me off so easily, at least not to this despicable mafia lord. Now I owe him my life, my freedom and he owns me, but I hate him. ‘Get your acts together, Isabella!’ I berated myself. Taking a deep breath to muster enough courage, I said in a firm voice, “I don't want to marry you!” As those words fell into Lorenzo's ears, his cheerful demeanour vanished completely and was replaced with an icy cold glare. I lowered my gaze as I couldn't withstand it anymore. “Remember, I'm not giving you any choices, Isabella! I bought you with my money, so I own you!” He chimed in, shutting me a menacing glare. With that, he took some steps closer to me and seized my upper arm, holding me just in place. A smirk played across the corners of his lips. “I own this body! I fucking own every inch of this body!” He whispered in a husky tone, his gentle breath fanning against my face. “No!” I pushed him away, but he didn't fl

Isabella's POVI signed the contract, my hand trembling as I scribbled my signature on the blank dotted line provided for it. Lorenzo's eyes brightened with triumph, but I knew I had bought myself a year of bondage. One year to figure a way out, to escape this prison.As soon as the pen left the paper, Lorenzo's demeanor changed. He became more relaxed, almost affectionate. "You're mine now, Isabella," he whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear. “You don't have to worry about anything. I'll take good care of you. I'd make sure you don't lack anything,” he cooed, reassuringly.He took the contract papers from me and dropped it on the table. He then drew closer to me, his gaze lingering on my face. I pulled away, trying to process the emotions brewing inside me; fear, anger, resentment – but also a spark of curiosity. Who was this man, really? A monster, or a protector?Lorenzo's hand reached for the bottle of champagne on the table and cocked it open. He poured its contents into th