Return My Heart, Keep Your Regret

I had no clue how I ended up leaving the hotel. All I knew was that Enzo found me disgusting and wouldn't even touch me.

As soon as I walked out of the hotel, I received a message. "Same place. Same fee."

I flagged down a cab and headed to Newlyn's most hidden underground club.

Half an hour later, I pushed open the private room door like I always did. Inside, it was packed with mafia men. Thick cigar smoke hung over them.

In the middle stood an iron cage at waist-height. Luca exhaled a ring of smoke and kicked it.

"Let's see if the former princess of the Rossi family still knows her place… as our pet."

I lowered my gaze. Without hesitation, I unzipped my outfit in front of the men and began to take it off. Then, I crawled into the cold iron cage.

Luca Moretti locked the cage with a click. "Let's do something different today."

He took the Patek Philippe watch off his wrist and threw it between the iron bars."

"Act like you're a bitch in heat. If you do it well, this watch is all yours."

The private room erupted into laughter. "Luca, you went easy on her, didn't you? Isabella's always more eager than a bitch in heat."

I looked at the watch worth over 100,000 Uvarian dollars and dropped into a crouch. "Woof! Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Moretti!"

I got on my knees and arched my back. Someone guffawed and tossed in a wad of Uvarian dollars.

"Wow! So pathetic!"

"Louder!"

The men hurled car keys, watches, and stacks of cash at me as if I were nothing but a beggar. The items hit me on the head and back.

Someone lit a cigar and pressed it against my arm, chuckling as it burned my skin.

I didn't even dodge. My lips curled into a faint smile as I pulled everything closer, still barking as demanded.

Suddenly, huge stacks of green bills rained down from above the cage, almost burying me.

Someone kicked the cage door open. I looked up to see Enzo standing outside. A vein was throbbing in his temple.

"All this money should be more than enough for your performance tonight, right?" He glared at me in the cage. His voice was edged with a faint tremor.

"Take all this money, and get out of here!"

The private room fell into pin-drop silence. Luca and the others exchanged glances, not daring to make a sound.

I looked at the money on the floor. Just as I was about to pick it up, a delicate voice drifted in from outside the door.

"Enzo, what's got you so upset?"

Camilla Moretti strutted into the room in high heels. She was Enzo's fiancee and Don Moretti's daughter. Seeing me in the cage, she covered her mouth. Undisguised malice flashed in her eyes.

"Isn't that Isabella? I was wondering who got you so upset." Camilla walked over to Enzo and slipped her arm through his.

"Enzo, I've never seen a performance like that. Why'd you stop her?"

Enzo stiffened. He looked down at Camilla before his gaze flickered over to me, naked in the cage.

He suddenly chuckled. "Alright then. If you want to watch, let Isabella continue."

Enzo turned and picked up a champagne bucket filled with ice from the table. He walked over to the cage and dumped all its contents—cold water and ice shards—over my head. I couldn't help but shiver.

"Since you enjoy doing this so much, you'll stay in that cage tonight. You're not going anywhere. Isabella, you owe me for life!"

Enzo tossed the empty bucket to the floor and swept a cold glance across the private room.

"What are you waiting for? Carry on. Everything's on me tonight."

With Enzo's words, everyone in the private room went all out.

Camilla lay in Enzo's arms, watching me go through all the humiliation. He remained on the couch the whole time, staring at me coldly.

The humiliation continued until dawn, when everyone finally left.

By the time I crawled out of the cage, I was covered in wounds, bruises, and burn marks. I trembled as I got dressed, shoving the money and watches into my bag as fast as I could.

Camilla stopped in front of me. Her diamond-studded high heels were glittering. As she crouched down, she stepped on my hand as I reached for the cash, grinding her heel down on the back of my hand.

I clenched my teeth, still holding onto the wad of cash.

"Isabella, you poor thing."

Camilla pulled out a gold-embossed card from her bag. Disgusted, she grabbed my chin and forcefully shoved it into my mouth.

"Since you've been quite the entertainment tonight, I'll give you a way out. I'm familiar with the leading neurological team in Sylora.

"If you complete a task for me, I'll arrange for them to save your brother's life. Reach out to me if you're interested. This could be his last chance."