As the Lamborghini sped down the road, its yellow paint gleaming under the night sky, Isabella felt a sense of freedom wash over her.
She was finally at peace, with George by her side. The months of anxiety and fear seemed to melt away, replaced by a warmth that spread throughout her body.
"George, I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.
George's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, but a small smile played on his lips. "I love you too," he replied in a low voice.
Isabella wrapped her arms around George's, holding him close. "Tonight, I'm all yours," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
"You belong to me." George's smile grew wider.
The sweet talk brought a blush into Isabella's cheeks but she didn't notice that his eyes betrayed
