Yes, Sir (1)Isabella’s POV The black iron gates of the Valetti estate opened, welcoming me back like an old prison. I hadn’t wanted to return, not ever in my life but six months after my mother’s sudden death, the lawyers had been brutally clear: my trust fund was frozen until I turned twenty-five, and the only person with the power to release any part of it early was my stepfather — Nica Valetti .So here I was. Twenty-two, financially ruined, and walking back into the mansion I swore I’d never enter again.The moment I stepped into the vast marble foyer, dragging my suitcase behind me, I felt the presence of him.Nica stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at me with those sharp, unreadable eyes. Even at his age, he was still devastatingly tall, powerfully built, with a jaw like carved stone and dark hair silvering at the temples. His black dress shirt had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his thick, veined forearms.“Isabella ,” he said, his voice deep with no warm
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