All Chapters of His Auctioned Bride: Mafia's Ruthless Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

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Chapter 31: Iceland

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

Chapter 32: I Want Them Alive

DANTEThe silence in the mansion was heavy, like a thick blanket. Her being gone was real, a hole in the air of every room. I gripped the letter, reading it again. The fancy writing was a mean reminder of what she'd done. “You wanted to own me, Dante. Now you own nothing.” The words cut me deep.I was angry and felt betrayed. How could she do this? After everything I did for her, after the way I… cared for her, she used me. She played me like I was stupid. I pictured her leaving with that other man, the one Flora described. It made me burn with a cold anger.My men were looking everywhere – airports, ports, every lead. I had people watching, but she had just disappeared. This General, Enrique McCullen, was like a ghost. No recent trips, no friends outside the army. It was like he made her vanish.I couldn't even sleep. Her face was in my dreams, changing from scared to defiant. I remembered how she felt when I touched her, the way she sometimes looked at me like… like she cared. I was

Chapter 33: I'm Going To Use You

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

Chapter 34: Over and Over Again

ISABELLA"Let go of me!" I shouted, scared and angry. I pushed him, hitting his face with my hands, trying to make him stop. But he wouldn't. He was like crazy, trying to kiss me until I was too tired to fight anymore. Finally, he stopped kissing me. He looked guilty as he stared at me. Slowly, I moved back to my seat, crying without making a sound. My body shook."Isabella…" he said quietly."Don't talk to me!" I said, my voice full of anger. The car felt small and trapped me with the bad feeling of what he just did.Tears poured down my face, each one a burning reminder of how wrong I had been. The Dante I once cared for, the one who had whispered sweet nothings and made my heart flutter, was gone. In his place was this… this cruel stranger. Disgust twisted his features as he looked at me, and it felt like a physical blow. I turned away, trying to wipe the endless stream of tears, but it was no use.“I don’t care if you cry,” Dante’s voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. “You didn’t

Chapter 35: Don't Act So Innocent

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

Chapter 36: I'd Rather Die

ISABELLAI ran barefoot down the cold marble floors. I didn't know where I was going. My lungs burned, and I was gasping for air. I just needed to get as far away from Dante as possible.I pushed my weight against a pair of heavy wooden doors. They creaked open, and I stumbled inside. I quickly pushed them shut and locked them. Click.I slid down the door to the floor, my hands shaking. I was in a giant, dusty library. Moonlight shined through the tall windows, casting creepy shadows over the tall bookshelves.Think, Isabella. Think. Running wasn't enough. I was trapped in his house. I stood up and looked around in the dark. I needed a weapon. I saw a sharp metal letter opener on a reading table. I grabbed it, gripping it so tightly my knuckles turned white.Then, I heard it.The slow, heavy sound of his footsteps coming down the hall. He wasn't running. He was hunting me.The footsteps stopped right outside the doors. The doorknob rattled wildly as he tested the lock. Then, it got ve

Chapter 37: How To Manipulate Him Again?

ISABELLA“But I don’t want you to die, Isabella…” he said, his voice dropping the anger, replaced by something dangerously calm.He pulled me out of the library and guided me to the dining room, pushing me down into a heavy chair. He slid a covered plate across the table toward me. “Because it’s been a long day, how about you eat?”I frowned at him. Yes, I had felt bad for leaving him before, but now? I didn’t feel bad about it anymore. I only needed to manipulate him again, to play his game until he got tired and finally left me alone.I took a deep breath, forcing my heart rate down, and put on a calm mask. “Oh, you got something for me? What’s this…”I lifted the cover off the plate, and the rich smell of chicken, tomato paste, and roasted potatoes hit the air. My stomach immediately let out a loud, traitorous growl. Despite everything, I was starving.I swallowed my pride. I picked up the fork and started to eat, even though his dark, heavy stare made my skin crawl. He watched me

Chapter 38: You Are Never Escaping Dante Belucci

ISABELLASuddenly, a sharp buzz echoed through the mansion. Someone was at the gates. I pushed my chair back and stood up quickly, turning toward the stairs. But before I could take a step, Dante’s hand clamped around my wrist.“Where are you going?” he asked.“You have a visitor,” I said, trying to yank my arm free.“Yes.”“So let me go. I need to get out of sight—”“It’s my family,” he interrupted, his grip unyielding. “They’re here to discuss the one-year agreement. Our wedding ceremony.”My blood ran cold. “You have got to be kidding me.”Before I could say another word, the heavy double doors swung open. His guards stepped aside, leading Arthur and Millicent into the dining room.They both froze, stopping dead in their tracks as their eyes locked onto me. The silence in the room became incredibly thick. They looked as if they had just seen a ghost.Millicent gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth. “Oh my… Isabella. It’s you! It’s really you…”Dante’s grip on my wrist didn't l

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