Isabella’s POV
The faint sunlight streaming through the curtains drew my eyes to the bedside table, where a small plastic pill cup sat. Inside were the medications I hadn’t taken the night before.
I froze, staring at it as unease curled in my stomach. I hadn’t asked for this, and I didn’t remember seeing it when I went to bed. How did it get here? Who had brought it?
Sofia?
I reached for my phone on the table, scrolling to her contact with trembling fingers. She was the only one I could trust in this suffocating mansion. My thumb hovered over the call button, but Alessio’s voice rang sharply in my mind.
“No calls without my permission. You answer when I call. Not the other way around.”
The memory of his rules, his constant control over every part of my life, made me drop the phone on
