ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
Within weeks, the news of what happened at the gala had spread and Lorenzo decided to loosen his leash on me and allow me out on the condition that I had some guards with me at all times. According to him, no one was going to risk messing with me and I believed him, I wouldn’t mess with me either because I actually loved my life and wasn’t interested in ending up six feet under.
He had a lot to do after the gala and although I didn’t know much about it, I knew it had to do with the gala. We barely saw each other during the day and the few times we did see, we were pawing each other’s clothes off. It was like an addiction that we both couldn’t shake. I was always ready for him and he always wanted me.
Whenever I needed a second to myself, I would find myself in the gues
