ISABELLA
No one said a word on the drive to his house.
I sat quietly, staring out of the window, feeling a deep sense of regret settle in my chest as I wished I had run away from home before everything fell apart.
Being forcefully married was bad enough, but being auctioned off to a notorious mafia lord like Antonio felt like a cruel joke played by fate itself.
He was my nightmare, even though I never dared to show it. There was a reason people feared him and avoided getting close to him at all costs.
There was a reason he treated women like they were disposable, yet still got anything and anyone he wanted.
I had no desire to uncover those reasons for myself. I wanted out before I became completely entangled in his dark world.
The moment we stepped inside the house,
