Isabella’s POV
“There must be some kind of mistake,” I expressed. “I’m not going to wear that. It’s barely clothes.”
“No, Mr. DeMarco specified this directly,” Allegra revealed.
Oh, heck no, I thought to myself. I pushed past Allegra, opened the door, and headed straight to Antonio. He looked up at me with a smug look on his face.
“Is there a problem, Isabella?” Antonio smirked.
“Yes, I’m not wearing that,” I said, pointing back at the dressing room. “I’m not some sleazy little tart you can order around.”
“Bella, I said, don’t question me,” Antonio replied. “You will do what I say.”
“And I said you don’t own me yet,” I responded. “So you can forget it.”
Antonio stood up and pulled me to the dressing room. Once inside, he grabbed my throat and pushed me up against the wall. He pushe
