The morning sun had barely touched the horizon when Isabella awoke. Her body ached from the previous night’s lessons in control, dominance, and subtle intimidation. Every muscle remembered the weight of Alejandro’s gaze, the intensity of his expectations, the unspoken demand that she perform perfectly.
She dressed carefully, choosing a tailored blouse and slim trousers—professional, polished, unremarkable. The mansion demanded precision, but society demanded presentation. And tonight, she would meet both challenges.
Downstairs, the mansion was already alive with quiet activity. Staff moved with silent efficiency, preparing rooms, coordinating logistics, and reviewing schedules. Isabella observed from the top of the staircase, noting the fluidity and precision of every movement.
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