Alle Kapitel von Sold To The Valenti Brothers: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Isabella's POV]They said the contract was about money but the moment I walked into that mansion, I knew I would just become a pawn in a war I didn't even know existed.The pen felt heavier than it should have. Gold-plated, engraved with the letter V which I learnt stand for Valenti. I turned it over in my sweaty palm, watching the light dance across its surface. Twelve carats of debt-settling metal."Sign it, Miss Rossi." Dante Valenti's voice cut through the silence like a blade. He hadn't moved from his high-backed leather chair since I'd entered the study, but his presence filled every corner of the room. I looked at the contract again. Three pages of legal jargon I couldn't process, all culminating in one simple truth of my signature, and I belonged to them. It's even more crazy to know it isn't forever but until they decided I'd repaid my father's debt in full."How do I know you won't hurt my family?" I asked, my voice smaller than I wanted it to be.Dante's lips didn't curve.

Isabella's POV]The safe house was a nightmare wrapped in luxury.Dante parked the SUV inside a private garage hidden beneath what looked like an abandoned warehouse. The drive had taken over an hour, winding through back roads and dark alleys until I'd completely lost track of where we were. Somewhere outside the city. Somewhere no one would find us.Or so he claimed."Out," Dante ordered, killing the engine.I climbed out on shaky legs, my entire body vibrating with adrenaline and exhaustion. My palms were still scraped raw from the fall in the passage, and my blouse was torn at the shoulder, a casualty of the bullet that had whizzed past my ear.Dante led me through a series of steel doors, each one requiring a different code or fingerprint scan. The security was insane and yet, it made me feel anything but safe.We stepped into a living area that looked like it belonged in a five-star penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked nothing but darkness, no neighbors, just black emp

Isabella's POV]The words hung in the air like smoke, choking everyone in the room.I felt my knees buckle, and Matteo caught my elbow before I hit the floor. His grip was firm, steady, but his eyes betrayed him, flickering between me and my father like he was watching a car crash in slow motion."That's impossible," I heard myself say. The words sounded distant, like they belonged to someone else. "You're lying."My father shook his head, tears streaming down his hollow cheeks. "I wish I was, Isabella. God help me, I wish I was."Dante stepped forward, his presence a wall of ice and fury. He grabbed my father by the collar and slammed him against the marble pillar in the foyer. The sound echoed through the house like a gunshot."Explain," Dante said through clenched teeth. "Now."My father sobbed, his hands clawing weakly at Dante's wrists. "Your mother—Maria—she met Marco before she met me. They were together for two years. When she got pregnant, he wanted her to get rid of it. She

The first thing I noticed about the Russo mansion was the gate.It was twice the size of the one at the Valenti estate. Two armed guards stood on both sides to keep watch. Beyond the gate, a long driveway curved through a garden filled with neatly trimmed hedges and expensive statues.Marco Russo wasn't a man who liked to hide his wealth.He wanted people to see it.Our car stopped several metres from the entrance."Remember what we discussed," Dante said, glancing at me through the rear-view mirror since he was in the driver's seat and I in the back seat."You don't wander off alone. You don't accept anything from anyone. And if I tell you to leave, you leave.""And if I don't want to?""Then I'll carry you out myself."I stared at him."Do you always threaten women before taking them to dinner?""Only the difficult ones."Matteo chuckled beside me. "He's been practising his manners. That's actually an improvement."Enzo leaned forward between the seats. "The guards have already rece

"Roberto moved her?"Enzo nodded.I stepped away from him, trying to understand what he'd just said. Roberto was locked in the basement, guarded by Luca, and had been under the Valenti brothers' watch since the previous day. How could he have moved anyone?"When?""That's what I'm trying to find out.""Then find out,”Enzo raised an eyebrow. "You know, most people at least pretend to be polite when asking me for help.""Most people aren't trying to find a woman who might be murdered because my father decided to hide her."His expression changed.For once, he didn't have a clever response."Fair enough,""Come with me."He led me down the hallway to his equipment room. I'd passed it several times but had never been inside. The room was smaller than I'd expected, with two desks, several monitors and cables running along the walls.Enzo pointed to a chair."Sit."I remained standing.“Sit Isabella,”“I'm doing just fine standing,”He turned back to his computer.On the largest screen was