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She turned her head back to her mother when she heard a knock against a door.

"Come in." A dark, enchanting voice had called out from behind it. She looked down and watched her mother twist the knob before pushing the door open.

The first feature Isabella noticed was a long scar on his eye; it trailed from his eyebrow to his lip. He had black hair on top of his head and eyes that screamed danger. When he looked up, he smiled at his wife before his eyes turned to Isabella.

He got up from his seat and pushed the chair into the jet-black-colored desk. "Is this the lovely daughter?" He asked as he crossed his arms against his chest. Her mother smiled at him before standing beside him.

"She is. Isabella, this is my husband, Angelo Romano." Her mother introduced. Isabella looked at him and she could feel herself slightly shivering in fear from his cold gaze. He held his hand out, leaving her to place her small hand into his to shake.

"Nice to meet you. Your mother has spoken so much about you." He told her with a smile gracing his features.

Isabella smiled at him before looking around the room awkwardly. She could hear him chuckle causing her eyes to shoot right back to him. "You can stay here for as long as you'd like. I am deeply apologetic for the loss of your father." He empathized.

She began to pick up on his accent. Also at the fact that each word he spoke dripped with every bit of no emotion. Her eyes switched over to her mother to see her smiling. It looked as if she dreamt of the moment her entire life.

"Yeah, me too," Isabella told him with the same exact monotone as him. The vibes that went off in the room were just floating around, revealing the emotion none of them were willing to share.

"I can't believe you are really here." Her mother spoke, walking up to Isabella to give her another hug. She awkwardly patted her mother's back before backing away from the hug.

"I'll have Valerio show you to your room," Angelo told her as he walked back over behind his desk. At that moment, a man walked into the room. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice strong jaw. He smiled over at Isabella before nodding towards the door. She took that as her cue and began walking towards the door. Once she was out, she paused once she heard Angelo's voice.

"She's going to be perfect for him." She heard him mutter. Her eyes unconsciously narrowed as she tried to figure out who he was talking about.

"I told you so." Her mother spoke.

"Let's just hope he enjoys his present."

Isabella was so close to knocking down the door but refrained from doing so when Valerio tapped her shoulder. They walked up a flight of stairs and into a huge bedroom. As she inspected the room, she came to the realization that everything was made to her liking.

There was a huge couch in the corner of the room and a big king-sized bed situated in the middle. She walked into the closet and saw clothes that were exactly her size. There were even drawers full of expensive jewelry all for her. She couldn't understand how they knew exactly everything about her physique. Everything was absolutely perfect and it only made things more confusing.

"I'll be downstairs if you ever need me," Valerio spoke. She looked over at him, her eyes shedding all of the bemusement she had. He sent her a smile and walked towards the door.

"Wait. I-I-I need to go home. I c-can't stay here." She told him feeling fear lace within her emotions. His eyes softened for a second before they hardened.

"You can't." He told her.

Her eyebrows furrowed in anger. She didn't know what exactly was happening. She dug her hands inside her pockets to fish her keys, but they were not there.

"What do you mean 'I can't'?" She asked him.

"Once you are here, you can't leave. At least not until our boss comes home." He tells her before walking out of the door. Isabella looks around the room and towards the door to see that it is unlocked.

The moment she pulled it open, she regretted it. In front of her was a man; he looked scarier than Angelo. Tattoos littered his skin in every place that was visible except for his face. His blue eyes held darkness and fearlessness. He looked down at Isabella with a smirk on his face.

"I-I-I," she tried to speak, but nothing came out as she stared at the man. His suit did a good job of showcasing his jaw-dropping muscles. She was so caught up in his looks that she didn't notice when he pushed the door open even further.

"Isabella, right?" He asked. The way he spoke her name was different and it sounded better than when anyone else had said it. His Italian accent was clear and deep, almost arousing. She didn't find him making her panties wet nor did she find herself shivering. Isabella was simply scared of everything to come after this day.

"W-Who are you?" She cried out as she tried to move past him. He smirked mischievously, again.

"Alex."

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