MasukMatteo's POV I didn't listen to Vincenzo's advice about giving Isabella space. The image of her face as she ran from the study was burnt into my mind, and I needed to fix it.I found her in her room, standing by the window with her arms wrapped around herself. She didn't turn when I entered, but her shoulders tensed."Isabella.""Go away." Her voice was rough, like she'd been crying."I can't. Not until we talk about what just happened.""There's nothing to talk about." She finally turned to face me, and I saw the tears streaking down her cheeks. "You got what you wanted. I'm staying. Isn't that enough?""That's not—I didn't mean—" I stepped closer, but she moved away. "I wasn't trying to trap you into staying.""Weren't you?" Her laugh was bitter. "You stood there whilst Valentina threatened my life, and when I said I'd stay, you looked relieved. Happy, even.""Because I want you here. Because I—""Because you what, Matteo? Because you need someone to fight your battles? Someone to
Matteo's POV The room emptied slowly. Vincenzo left first, followed by Father, who walked out without another word. Rico stood in the doorway, turning back to look at me. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, I saw everything he was planning. Every scheme, every manipulation, every move he'd make to take what was mine."May the best man win, brother." His smile was cold, calculated."Get out."He laughed and disappeared down the corridor. But Valentina remained, standing near the window with that infuriating smile still on her face."You should leave too." I kept my voice flat, emotionless."Should I?" She moved closer, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "I thought we might have a little chat first, for old times' sake.""We have nothing to talk about.""Don't we? I think we have quite a lot to discuss." Her gaze shifted to Isabella, who stood beside me, tense and alert. "Especially now that I'll be living here. We'll be seeing each other every day.""I'm on to your pl
Isabella's POV Valentina.The name echoed in my head like a curse. Of all the people who could have walked through that door, it had to be her.Isabella's hand tightened on mine, and I could feel the tension radiating from her. She didn't recognise Valentina yet, but she could sense the threat. Could feel the shift in the room's energy.The other man stepped forward, moving closer to Isabella than I liked. His smile was predatory, designed to unsettle."Rico Romano." He extended his hand towards Isabella, ignoring me completely. "It's a pleasure to finally meet my brother's fiancée.""Get away from her." The words came out low and dangerous."Still so possessive." Rico's smile widened. "Some things never change, do they, Matteo?""I said get away from her.""Or what? You'll hit me?" Rico laughed. "Go ahead. Show everyone here what a violent, unstable leader you'd make."The provocation was deliberate. He wanted me to lose control, wanted me to lash out in front of Father and prove I
Isabella's POV I woke to the sound of Matteo's voice, sharp and tense. He was standing by the window, phone pressed to his ear, his back rigid."When did this happen?" His tone was controlled but I could hear the anger underneath. "Why wasn't I informed immediately?"I sat up, pulling the sheet around myself. The morning light filtered through the curtains, but Matteo's mood cast a shadow over everything."I don't care what the protocol is. I should have been told." A pause. "Fine. We'll be there by tonight. Don't do anything until I arrive."He ended the call and stood there for a moment, his shoulders tense."Matteo?" My voice was soft. "What's wrong?"He turned, and I saw the storm in his eyes. "We need to go back to New York. Now.""What? Why?" I climbed out of bed, reaching for my robe. "What happened?""There's been an emergency. I can't explain right now, but we need to leave within the hour." He was already moving towards his suitcase, pulling out clothes. "Can you pack qui
Isabella's POV He leaned closer, brushing his lips against mine the same second I closed my eyes. They were cold, firm, yet gentle.I almost pulled back but his arms around my waist tightened, locking me in place. “Not tonight, Isabella.” he murmured huskily. “You don't get to leave tonight.” His hands found the zip of my dress and with mastered precision, he pulled it down, leaving my back bare.My inner being danced with excitement but I ignored it. Suddenly, I was spun around. This time with my back turned to him. He pulled me closer and leaned towards my ear.“I've wanted this for so long. Needed it.” he rasped. “Now you'll be mine.”His words sounded like a promise he intended to fulfil but there was no time to figure it out because I was suddenly lifted and placed against the bed.I didn't realise he had taken his clothes off until I stared at him, seeing his toned muscles and abs beckoning to me.His lips found mine and all traces of resistance vanished. Damn, this man was
Isabella's POV I picked up my fork and took a bite of pasta, chewing slowly whilst everyone stared at me. They expected me to panic. To defend myself frantically. To break down under the weight of their accusations.But I was done playing their games."You know," I swallowed, reaching for my water glass, "I think I know what's wrong with Mrs Clementine."The table went silent. Even Uncle Stefano stopped mid-bite, his fork suspended in the air."You do?" Aunt Pauline's voice was careful, suspicious. "And what would that be?""She slapped me this morning in the garden." I touched my cheek where the mark had mostly faded. "Hit me quite hard, actually. I imagine she must have hurt her hand. That's probably why she's feeling unwell."The reaction was immediate. Gasps. Shocked faces. Uncle Stefano's face turned red with anger."You lying little—" Pauline's husband started, his voice rising. "How dare you accuse Clementine of such a thing? She would never raise a hand to anyone without cau







