Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Auctioned Bride: Mafia's Ruthless Obsession: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

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"Please, Dante Belluci, I'm begging you," Caspian's father said, kneeling right there in front of me. "Please, don't hurt my son. He didn't understand what he was doing... I swear to you, the second he wakes up, he's going to learn a very hard lesson."Danica just stood there, her face a picture of someone who couldn't believe what she saw. She looked at me with this crazy mix of anger, fear, and total shock. A little gasp escaped her, and she put her hand over her mouth before just... walking away. I could hear her starting to cry in the distance."This is the second time your son has touched what's mine," I said, turning my back on him, my voice flat. "There won't be a third. I won't hesitate to take him out and bring your whole company crashing down if I want to. Don't forget why you're even in the position you're in right now. It's all because of the organization." I heard him let out this shaky breath like he was so relieved, but his face was completely white, like he was a

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

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

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