Chapter Three

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 flinch.

He was too tough for me to handle. He winced a mocking smile at my weakness.

“You think you could get away from my powerful claws so easily? Pity you're just a feeble creature, a stubborn one at that,” he sneered.

“Let me be! I don't want to marry you!” I yelled angrily.

“You don't always get what you want! The transaction is done. Now, it's time to claim what is mine!”

Closing the distance between us, he grasped me up and led me up the staircase forcefully.

“No! Leave me alone!” I hit hard against his chest with my clenched fist, swinging my legs in defiance, but he wouldn't stop.

“You should beg me. Stop acting so tough, when it's obvious you're not,” he said in a serious tone.

His words instilled a strange feeling of vulnerability in me. I felt defeated, captured and left with no other option than to stay put and watch him do whatever he wished to me.

He led me into a dimly lit room and shut the door behind him. My heart pounded hard in my chest as I felt my back land against the softness of a king-sized bed. He towered over me and began to rip off my clothes.

“Don't do that, please! I'd do whatever you want me to do!” I was surprised to hear myself say

He paused suddenly and gave me an intent look.

“You'll do whatever I want you to? Brilliant!” He grinned, still gazing hungrily at me.

“It's simple then. Just watch as I claim your body!” He said, his eyes darkened with lust.

“No… I can't do that. Please, there has to be something else!” I opposed it, my whole body quivering.

“Sadly, there isn't,” he breathed against my skin.

With his gaze still fixed on me, he proceeded to tear off my undergarments, but I kicked at him. He didn't move away, rather he leaned in some more, pulling at my lingerie.

“You'll stay calm now, will you?” He teased me.

“I won't! You're evil! I don't want you!” I growled angrily at him, kicking as hard as I could, despite that he didn't flinch.

“Don't you dare call me evil! You should be grateful I saved your ass from the embarrassment of being thrown out to the streets, or perhaps under the bridge.”

He was right, I should be grateful. But of what use was it to escape from one mishap, only to fall into another more serious one?

He quickly stripped off my lingerie, completely exposing my bare body. I shuddered at the thought of being naked before him and struggled to cover up myself with the duvet, but he snatched it away from me. I then used my palms to shield my nakedness.

“Feeling shy? You don't have to be, my little princess. I own every single inch of this hot body and I can't wait to claim it,” he cooed with a gentle voice I've not heard him speak with.

With that, he pulled his pants down, revealing his monstrous member. I gasped in shock at the sight of it.

“Surprised, right? Don't worry it will fit in perfectly!” He said, nonchalantly.

That sounded like a reassurance, but it wasn't one to me. I shuddered at the thought of what he was planning to do to me. I felt ashamed that I'd lose my virginity soon to the ruthless mafia lord.

He lowered himself on me and seized my lips in a torturous kiss, while his hard-on teased my cunt. I shivered under him and clamped my legs together tightly to avoid him from going any further, but my body betrayed me. It wanted more, despite how wrong it seems.

Sweat beads formed on my face, as my heart palpitates vigorously. I tried hard to suppress a moan, but it still escaped uncontrollably, causing Lorenzo to grin. I covered my face in shame as he pulled away from me.

“I hate you!” I feigned an angry glare, as I watched him walk past me to the door.

Sadly, that was the only thing I could do; to hate him, although my body wanted him.

He paused abruptly and gave me a last stare.

“You say you hate me, but your body says otherwise,” he smirked, sneeringly.

I buried my head in the sheets, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and covered my nakedness with the duvet.

“I didn't expect you to like me anyways, but I'd definitely make you do that soon enough!” He grinned devilishly and shut the door behind him, leaving me stuck to this soul sucking bedroom.

I needed to be out of here as soon as possible. I had to act fast in order to secure my freedom.

I got up from the bed and headed for the wardrobe. I took the only female dress I could find in it and put it on hastily. Surprisingly, it fitted perfectly.

I headed for the door and twisted the handle, but it didn't open up - He locked me in! The sad truth hit me. As I still stood by the door, I heard a loud shot from a gun coming from downstairs. I shook in fear and rushed back to the wardrobe.

I rummaged through the cabinets at the base of the stylish wooden wardrobe. Luckily, I found a single key hidden underneath some old magazines in one of them. I reached for it quickly and strode back to the door. It fit the lock, so I unlocked the door and stepped out.

Scurrying down the unending stairs, I found an empty living room, except for the guards that took Mum away, who now stood motionless like statues, ready to execute their master's order. Mum wasn't there. Where is she?

My heart clenched tightly in my chest as I hurried out of the living room. My eyes roamed from side to side but found no one. Anxiety gripped me, I dashed back in and began searching all the rooms I could access. They were all empty.

My curiosity taking a better part of me, I trudged closer to the last room on the hallway. As I swung the door open, my eyes popped at the heartbreaking revelation…

Mum's lifeless body hung on a rope extended to the ceiling, in a room with blood stained floor. He killed her!