IsabellaMarco left after an hour of detailed security protocols, leaving Isabella and Dante alone in the vast penthouse. The silence was suffocating.Isabella stood by the windows, staring out at Manhattan, her arms wrapped around herself. Behind her, she could hear Dante pouring himself a drink of whiskey, from the sound of it. The clink of glass on crystal was the only noise in the room."Are you going to say something?" Dante finally asked. "Or just sulk?"Isabella whirled around, her brown eyes flashing gold with anger. "Sulk? You think I'm sulking?""What would you call it?""I'd call it processing the fact that my husband just threatened to lock me in this penthouse like a prisoner!" Her voice rose despite her attempts to control it. "You stood there and told me I have no freedom, no independence, no say in my own life!""I told you the rules….""Your rules! Everything is about your rules, your world, your control!" Isabella's hands clenched into fists. "I'm not your property,
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