RAFAEL
The car rolled smoothly through the wrought-iron gates of the Sarrià villa as the sun began to set over Barcelona, casting long golden shadows across the manicured gardens and white stone walls. I watched Isabella’s face in the reflection of the window. She looked overwhelmed, eyes wide as she took in the sprawling Mediterranean-style property that was now supposedly hers.
I didn’t give her time to settle.
“Get out,” I said flatly as the car came to a stop in the circular driveway.
She turned to me, surprised.
“You’re not coming inside?”
“No.” My voice was cold, indifferent. “This is your house now. I’ll only be here when I need you.”
Isabella blinked, clearly taken aback.
“You’re… serious? You’re just going to drop me here like some kind of… kept woman and leave?”
I tur
