LOGINIsabella's POV“No…please don’t…” Massimo groaned, his voice rough and broken in the darkness of his room. He was struggling in the sheets, body twisting like he was fighting something invisible. His breathing came fast and shallow, like something heavy was sitting on his chest, crushing him.For a second, I just stood there frozen in the doorway, silk robe slipping off one shoulder. This was Massimo De Luca—the cold, powerful Don who controlled everything around him. Seeing him like this, so vulnerable, felt wrong. Like I had walked into a part of him he never wanted anyone to see.“Massimo,” I whispered, stepping closer.“Please don’t…” he said again, hands squeezing the sheets so tight his knuckles turned white. His head moved side to side, sweat shining on his forehead and chest. “No…no…no…”I snapped out of my shock and rushed to his side. “Massimo, wake up. Hey—” I shook his shoulder gently at first, then harder. He didn’t wake. His chest rose and fell rapidly, muscles tense lik
Isabella's POV“If I didn’t put up the act, how will they believe me?” I said quietly, keeping my voice low so Massimo’s men wouldn’t overhear.Vera laughed softly, the sound light but sharp. “If I didn’t know better, I would have fallen for it myself. The almighty Bella Rossi willing to protect the one man she hates more than anything.” She smirked, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You being obsessed over a man? I never thought I’d see the day.”I leaned in closer. “I’m actually obsessed with him. Have you seen his body?” My voice dropped even lower. “His cock. I’m going to enjoy all this while it lasts, and when I’m done, I’ll leave.”Vera chuckled. “Boss, you’re unbelievable.” She glanced around quickly. “But what’s the plan? Should we continue to lay low?”“For now, I have to focus on completely gaining Massimo’s trust so he’ll never doubt me ever again. That way I can get my revenge on those bastards, and he’ll be the one to help me without even knowing it.”Vera nodded. There was
Isabella's POVThe room erupted into low murmurs. Heads turned everywhere, eyes wide with shock. Massimo’s hand tightened on my thigh under the table, fingers digging in just enough to remind me exactly who I belonged to. I glanced at Massimo. His face looked calm on the surface, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. He didn’t like being challenged. Not here. Not in front of all these powerful people.“Fifteen million,” Massimo said calmly, his voice cutting through the whispers like a knife.My eyes widened. “What are you doing?” I whispered, leaning closer. “It’s not like you plan on wearing a necklace.”He didn’t answer. These men weren’t really fighting over jewelry. This was a power game, pure and simple. And Massimo never lost.“Twenty million,” the other voice called from the back. Still hidden in the shadows. The room went even quieter. I tried to turn and see who it was, but the lights were too low, the crowd too thick.Massimo’s hand clenched tighter on my thig
Isabella's POV“Dad, no! Don’t do this!” I cried out, my voice cracking with panic. “You don’t have to fight because of me. I want to be with him!”My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The whole hall had gone deathly quiet. Powerful men watched us like we were the main entertainment, their eyes sharp and hungry for blood. The red dress suddenly felt too tight, the love egg inside me a constant, teasing reminder of Massimo’s control. But right now, all I could focus on was the two men I cared about most staring each other down like they wanted to tear each other apart.“You’re not thinking straight,” my father spat, his grip on my arm like steel. His face was red with a mix of rage and fear. “I don’t know what this man did to you, but I’d rather die than let you go to him!”Massimo just smirked, calm as ever, one hand casually in his pocket. I felt the vibrations between my legs stop suddenly. He’d turned it off. The sudden absence left me aching and empty, my
Isabella's POVI stood in front of the tall mirror in my room, turning slowly so the red dress caught the light. It fit me like it was made for my body…the corset top pushed my breasts up perfectly, and the high slit showed off my leg with every move. I looked powerful. Sexy. Ready for whatever tonight would bring. A smirk tugged at my lips when I glanced down at the small toy in my hand. The love egg. I’d sneaked into that locked room earlier while the house was quiet, heart racing the whole time. I wanted Massimo to know, deep down, that I was completely his.I brought the smooth egg to my mouth, wetting it with my tongue, then lifted the hem of the dress. My fingers pushed my panties aside. A soft moan slipped out as I slid it inside me. It settled perfectly, the little tail dangling. I adjusted my panties and took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden heat building between my legs. Just the thought of him controlling it tonight made my nipples harden against the fabric.A knoc
Isabella's POVThe man’s eyes locked onto mine, dark and determined. My bold words hung in the air like a challenge I wasn’t sure I could back up. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. The hallway was narrow, quiet except for our breathing. No one else around. Just me and one of my father’s trained men who clearly had orders to drag me home no matter what.He didn’t waste time. He grabbed my wrist in a bruising grip and tried to throw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. Panic exploded through me. I twisted hard, but his hold was iron. This was really happening. He was going to take me whether I wanted it or not.Then a voice cracked through the hallway like thunder.“Get your fucking hands off her.”Massimo. His calm, deadly tone sent ice down my spine and relief flooding my veins at the same time. The man froze for half a second but didn’t let go of my wrist. Instead, he pulled out a gun with his free hand and pointed it straight at Massimo,
Isabella's PovI've always been drawn to the edge of danger, the kind that makes your pulse race and your skin flush with heat. The forbidden. The taboo. The thought of being claimed, used, treated like a filthy little slut—it’s what keeps me awake at night, my fingers slipping between my thighs as
Isabella's POV “Go ahead. Shoot her.”My heart stopped for a second. Carlos froze, the gun still pointed at my head, his finger trembling on the trigger. His smug face twisted into pure panic. The color drained from his skin so fast he looked like a ghost.“D-Don…what are you doing here?” Carlos s
Isabella's POV My head hurt like crazy. A sharp, throbbing pain pulsed behind my eyes with every heartbeat. I groaned, trying to move, but my body wouldn't listen. Everything felt fuzzy, disconnected.I could feel movement, like I was being bounced around in the trunk of a car. My arms were tied t
Massimo's POV That night I was…“Don, are you okay?” Markus’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. His tone was careful, like he knew exactly where my mind had gone.I blinked, realizing I had stopped halfway down the stairs. My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles ached.I nodded once, sharp.







