ISABELLA
Christian held our child in his arms as he led me towards the main door of the manor. His tall, muscular frame exuded strength and confidence, and his deep eyes held a gleam of determination. Our son clung tightly to his father, his tiny hand clutching onto the lapel of Christian's coat. Georgia, Ethan and Emma followed after us.
By each step that I took I was getting another wave of anxiety. I could feel their gazes burning into my back. I know that they were trying their best to stop themselves from a0sking me questions.
“Relax, will you?” Christian whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin. “They a0re not going to eat you.” He assured me as he led me towards the living room of the manor. Few men walked past us with our suitcases in their hands. I watched them w
