Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Auctioned Bride: Mafia's Ruthless Obsession: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 35

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

ISABELLAOne month later, The loud bang on the door sent a jolt of pure fear through me, making my head spin. What in the world was going on? Enrique had just left for groceries; he wouldn't bang on the door like that. It definitely wasn't him."Enrique, is that you?" I called out, my voice trembling slightly. Granny Ellin was at church, it being Sunday, so I was alone. A knot of terror tightened in my stomach. Maybe someone was trying to break in."Who's there?!" I asked again, my voice shaking now as I slowly crept downstairs. Footsteps echoed from the hallway, and my blood ran cold. My eyes landed on a man in a black mask, and I could see three more figures lurking outside. My breath hitched. I spun around to run, but he was too fast, chasing me back inside. I scrambled to lock my bedroom door, but he easily kicked it open.I screamed for help, but he clamped a hand over my mouth. "Isabella..." he whispered my name, his voice sending a shiver of dread down my spine.I knew that vo

ISABELLAUgh, this whole plane ride was just…suffocating. Every little shift, every shared glance with him sent a fresh wave of awkwardness crashing over me. Dante. Just the sound of his name made my jaw clench. And then, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, he had to bring that up."Do you even recall the little vow you made a year ago, Isabella? About, oh, I don't know…becoming my wife?" His tone was tainted with amusement, like he was recounting a funny anecdote, not binding me to a life sentence."Don't be ridiculous, Dante," I snapped, my voice tight. "It was a desperate measure, something I said under pressure."He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Pressure? Darling, I recall it as you practically begging for my help. And a deal is a deal.""A deal made out of very desperation!" I countered, my voice rising despite my best efforts. Heads were starting to turn. "You know I didn't mean it! You know I'd never willingly…" The words caught in my throat. Marry him? T