••• Isabella’s POV •••
I wanted to stand so I could go to him, but Raiden held me tight, not allowing me to get away from sitting on his lap.
With Raiden still sniffing me, I knew I looked ridiculous when I glared at Adrien and demanded, “Why did you go back on your words? Didn’t you say you’ll let me go and let me do anything I want? Now you won’t let me go?”
“Not won’t,” he clarified like it was different. “But can’t.”
I rolled my eyes at him. I felt like he was just using it to get me to stay with them.
I raised my chin indignantly. “And why is that?”
He raised an eyebrow, but there was no animosity in his eyes; instead, there was amusement, as if he found my annoyance interesting.
“Because Isabella, if you leave, who will pay for your father’s five-million-dollar debt?”
My eye
