Chapter 3: A Dangerous Proposal
And then, as if fate demanded it, a sharp knock echoed again—this time from within Dante’s own home.
Dante’s eyes narrowed. “Stay here,” he ordered Isabella, his voice barely above a growl.
He strode toward the inner door, opening it cautiously. Two men stood in the shadows—his trusted lieutenants. Their presence was a reminder that Dante’s world was never safe, and danger lurked everywhere.
Isabella watched, heart pounding, as Dante’s grip tightened on the doorframe. The room seemed to close in around her, suffocating with secrets.
Later that night, in the quiet solitude of his office, Dante made an offer.
“I can help you,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “But it won’t be charity. You’ll have to play my game.”
Isabella’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“You’ll pretend to be mine. You’ll let me protect you—and in return, I’ll cover the medical bills.”
Ethan’s face paled when Dante explained the terms. Pretending? Using Isabella as a pawn? The idea sickened him.
Isabella clenched her fists. Could she betray Ethan to save her mother? Could she deceive Dante without losing herself?
The room felt colder as the deal settled between them, a fragile truce born from desperation.
And somewhere deep inside, a dangerous game began to take shape—one that would blur the lines between love and lies.