The debt
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ISABELLA'S POV
Dear Isabella, your precious father owes me, and he promised me his sweet virgin daughter if he couldn't pay me back, then he died, which makes you mine". He had settled down into the chair and his eyes never left me. I felt my cheeks get hot under his heated gaze, but I pushed it aside so I could process his words.
"My father was very rich. Why would he have to borrow from you? And who are you? Loan sharks? You just took me!".
" Do I look like a loan shark?",
He did not, but his cold demeanor made him appear quite unfriendly.
"No".
He motions to one of the guards, and he brings him an envelope that is passed to me
" That's it, the contract your father signed".
It really was the contract, and my father's handwriting, signing my life and freedom away.
" I don't get this. Why didn't you come for me after he died? Why now?"
" I don't have to explain anything to you, Isabella".
He leaves the room, but I'm still staring at the contract.
*2 DAYS LATER*
He left me in his mansion for two days and just had his maids feed me and keep me clean. I was allowed to move around, but the guards monitored me closely and no one, not even the maids, spoke to me.
Are they that scared of him? His house is modern, and I really think he has Russian heritage, though I didn't notice an accent. I thought he wanted me as his s*x slave. Why did he leave me alone? To prepare me?
I heard my door creak open and felt his presence. I froze on the bed. He is here for me. I closed my eyes, maybe he'll leave if he thinks I'm sleeping.
I felt the bed dip by my side and seconds later, his finger traced my arm, leaving tingles in its wake.
"I know you're awake Isabella", his voice was deep and vibrated into me from where his finger touched me. He wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me up.
I gasped as my eyes opened. He had a smirk on his face as he leaned closer until his minty breath fanned my face.
" You smell nice", he took his face to my neck and inhaled. I could feel his lips brush slightly against my skin. Why is my body reacting this way? Why am I turned on? I just got divorced. I should be heartbroken for God's sake!
His other hand splays on my stomach and works its way upwards. My hands moved to stop him, and he simply said, "Don't", making them fall back to my side. He was watching my face closely, watching my expressions as his hand cupped my breast and molded it softly.
"See you at breakfast Isabella", he suddenly got up and left.
I was still in the same position two minutes later. Did that just happen? Why did I like his touch so much? What is happening to me ?
At this rate, I won't be a s*x slave. I might just willingly give myself to him.
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As usual, the maids came and helped me freshen up, but instead of bringing my food to the room, I was ushered downstairs towards the dining room. He was there, as usual, he was in an all-black suit that hugged his body, the top button of his shirt wasn't done, and I could see a slight dusting of dark hair peeking out.
He looked at me intensely, green eyes slowly raked over my body. I was only provided with a dress and that's what I wore, a simple gown with a plunging neckline that was above my knees. I wondered what he had in mind.
"Come here, moya Isabella", he motioned towards the chair next to him. Yep, he is definitely Russian. I took a seat and faced him.
" Who are you? What's your name? What do you do?", I need to know something about him. If I am this attracted to him, then I should know his name.
He chuckles and takes a sip of his water," You're a curious one".
"I am... now answer me", he looks amused right now, and I'm not sure why.
"That won't work, kiska, let's do this instead. We take turns asking questions...okay?"
" Okay, who are you?"
" Andrei Ivanovich"
"Why did you get married?"
"What?", his question was unexpected.
He moved closer," Why did you marry a man you didn't love Isabella?"
" I loved him!"
" That's what you told yourself. How long did it take you to convince yourself that you loved him?"
"Long enough, next question, what exactly do you want from me?". I never thought about it or even considered it, but now that someone challenged me about it, was Lucas truly my first love ? Or did I convince myself that I was in love with him just because we were married?
" Everything you can give and more, Isabella. I want all of you",
" Sounds like you want to murder me, but okay",
His lips tilted in a half smile and my eyes followed the movement.
"Man really is a work of art", I muttered under my breath.
" You like Lacy underwear, right?", he looked genuinely interested.
"You are weird, that is a weird question, but yes, I like lacy underwear. Next question, would you let me go if I found a way to pay my father's debts?",
His jaw ticked, "No, you won't leave, you are mine".
"Damn way to crush a girl's hope"
" Let's end this. I am not a good man, and I've killed more people than I can count. I won't hesitate to punish you if you try to escape, you don't want to know the types of punishments I am capable of giving", his eyes darkened at the last part and I totally believed him.
He is dangerous and ruthless, and has Russian heritage...
" Are you in the Mafia?", he smiled, confirming my thoughts.
"I am the Mafia moya Isabella".
Oh no...
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