OWNED BY THE RUTHLESS KING

CHAPTER SIX

Isabella

I ran back to our room and slammed the door behind me. My heart was beating so fast. I thought I'd have a heart attack. I opened my phone to be greeted with a lot of messages. My friends and my dad. I clicked on our friendship group chat first. It was just them asking about me. I decided 5o make a group call. Immediately, Tristan and Jane picked the call.

"Where the hell have you been, Isa?" Jane yelled.

"Yh, Bells, what she said." That was Tristan.

"I'm sorry guys. Something huge happened." I sighed.

"What happened?" Tristan asked.

I proceeded to narrate the last three weeks of my life.

"What the hell?" Jane sighed. "Are you alright, babes?" She asked sounding concerned.

"Yh, I am. You know I'm tough." I tried playing cool.

"This is twisted, Bells. Even for you." Tristan retorted.

"Seriously guys, I'm fine. He's not bad. We hardly even see each other." I tried to clam them down.

"He is Dante Moretti. He's dangerous." Hane whisper-yelled.

"Well he hasn't done anything bad to me."

"So he has done good things to you?" Jane asked teasingly.

"Come on, Jane. This is serious." Tristan reprimanded her.

"Oh, I'm serious. Has he touched you, Isa? Did you lose your V-card to him?" She asked.

"You're being crude, Jane." I blushed. "Of course not. I've not slept with him."

"But you plan to?" Tristan asked

"No, yes... I don't know. We hardly see each other. I can't deny that he makes me feel things. It's lime I'm in a constant state of arousal whenever I'm in his presence." I admit witha sighed.

"Omg, you're growing up, babes. I totally understand you. I'm so happy for you.," she squealed with glee.

"Me too, Bells, I'm happy for you. But be careful, Dante is as dangerous as he is handsome." Tristan advised.

"I know. I'm doing my best to avoid being in his presence."

"Babes, just wrap it before you tap it. I've heard of his many adventures. I don't want to you getting anything from him on your first time."

"Don't be crude, Jane. Isabella can handle herself. Plus, a man like Dante wouldn't wrap it when he eventually wants to sleep with you anyways. You're his wife. It is expected that you produce heirs." Tristan reasoned.

"I raleally don't want tontalk about this right now." I sighed.

"We understand, babes. But don't hesitate to give us a call if you need advice on anything." Jane said.

"Thanks, guys. I wouldn't know what I'd do without you guys."

"It's what best friends so, Bells. We are always going to be here for you." Tristan assured.

"I miss you guys." I admitted.

"We miss you too, babes. We'll see each other soon. I'm sure of it." Jane said.

"Yh. You'll be attending the gala next week, wouldn't you?" Tristan asked.

"Yh, Dante mentioned it this evening. I'll be there."

"I'll be there as well. Father requested my presence." Tristan said

"I'll be there too. Julian said it would be good to attend." Jane said

"How is Julian anyway?" I asked.

Jane got married to the love of her life immediately after college. And Julian happens to be a mafia king. He's head of the Irish-American branch. "He's fine. A little overworked, but when is he not?"

"I get. My greetings."

"He'll get them."

We said our goodbyes and hung up. I decided not not to call my dad today or even reply his messages. I'm certain ill see him next week as well as he also attends galas. I quickly get myself ready for bed to avoid Dante catching me awake.

It's early into the next morning before I feel him crawl into bed behind me. I pretend to be asleep. I feel his fingers ghost over my back but I ignore it. Be it as it may, i do feel a sense of safety with Dante.

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I was in the kitchen munching on some strawberries when Dante walked in.

"Go get ready. We'll leave in 15 minutes." He commanded.

"To where?" I asked genuinely confused .

"You need to get a dress for the gala." He said as if he was stating the obvious.

"You're coming?" I asked

"I am."

"Why?"

"One more question put of you and I'll throw you over my shoulder and throw you in the back seat of the car. Now go get changed so we can leave?" He said lowly.

I quickly rushed up yo get changed out of my out fit. By the time I came back down, Dante was heading out the door. I followed him quietly and entered the car when he held the door for me. " What a gentleman. " I mused.

"I have my moments." He joked.

The drive to wherever we were going was silent except for the sounds coming from Dante’s phone as he tapped his screen vigorously. He made a few calls, barking orders about some shipments.

It didn't take long before the car slid to a stop infront of the best, most expensive boutique in the city. I do all my shopping here. I walk into the boutique, Dante right behind me, and the guards fan out behind us. I immediately notice that the boutique is empty. I have never met this place empty before.

"It seems like they are not answering people today." I turned to Dante.

"No they are not. They are answering just you." He murmured only looking up from his phone to catch my reaction.

"What do you mean?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"I bought the business. I told them to clear out for a few hours just so you can be attended to well." He said like it was no big deal.

"You what?" I yelled causing the attendants to flinch.

"You heard me, wife. For the next few hours, they attend to just you. Now why don't you pick a few dresses and shoes, go into one of the changing rooms and play dress up for me." He settled on the couch in the dressing area.

"This is f****d up, Dante." I lowered my voice. I mean my father is rich. But rich enough to buy out this business, I don't think so.

"Trust me, I'd do anything for your convenience." He said settling into the chair. "Now, go try out some pretty dresses so I can admire my wife." He smiled.

An attendant scurried up to me to assist me. "Do you have a specific dress in mind?" She asked timidly.

"Not really. Something elegant but equally sexy."

She dug into the row of neatly hanged dresses, pulling out a few. "I think the colours that best suit you are dark red, jade green and black. We'll work with those colours." She said.

"Okay."

She pulled out some dresses, dome were long, some short. She guided me into the changing room with a heapnof clothes in her arms.

"Let me help you with that." I suggested.

"No ma'am. I'll manage." She refused.

"Don't be silly. They must be heavy."

"Really, I'm fine."

"Okay, if you say so." I followed her quietly into the changing room where she proceeded to drop the clothes neatly on a bench and leave. If it's a show that Dante wants. He'll get one.