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Isabella Lombardi froze at the school entrance, her breath catching in her throat.
Standing there, as if he had stepped straight out of a dream, was Alessandro Valenti—the most popular, most desired boy in school, holding a bouquet of fresh red roses.
Waiting for her.
Her heart skipped.
Today was her birthday… and he remembered.
Just a few months ago, Alessandro hadn’t even known her name. Yet somehow, against all logic, she had caught his attention, and now, she was his girlfriend.
Even now, it didn’t feel real.
She knew girls like her didn’t date boys like him.
“Alex really loves you,” Valeria, her best friend, whispered beside her, nudging her lightly. “You’re so lucky.”
Isabella felt her cheeks warm.
Lucky.
That was exactly how she felt.
Alessandro's lips curved into a charming smile as she approached. Without hesitation, he handed her the bouquet and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
Isabella's heart fluttered. “Thank you, Alex… I really appreciate it.”
“Well,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief, “this isn’t all.”
Her brows lifted slightly. “There’s more?”
Alessandro reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black card, placing it gently in her hand.
“After school, go shopping,” he said casually. “No limits.”
Isabella stared at the card, stunned. “You’re serious?”
Alessandro slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “Bella, you’re my girlfriend. You deserve the best.”
He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before stepping back. “I’ll see you later.”
With that, he turned and walked toward his group of friends, who had been watching the entire scene with amused expressions.
Isabella stood there for a moment, clutching the card and flowers, her heart full.
As she and Valeria made their way toward class, Isabella couldn’t stop smiling.
Behind them, Alessandro joined his friends.
One of them leaned closer, smirking. “So… have you slept with her yet?”
Alessandro scoffed lightly. “Soon. She’s easier than she looks.”
They all laughed.
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The boutique was nothing short of breathtaking.
Isabella stood in the middle of it, completely overwhelmed by the racks of expensive clothing. Dresses, heels, accessories, everything looked like it belonged in a world far beyond hers.
“I don’t even know where to start,” she admitted softly.
She wasn’t like the other girls in school.
Most of them came from wealthy families. She didn’t.
Isabella was there on scholarship, a fact she never forgot. In a few months, they would graduate, and everyone would go their separate ways.
Valeria, however, had always stayed by her side.
Their friendship had started when Isabella helped her with schoolwork, and since then, Valeria had been nothing but supportive… even if she had her own elite circle that Isabella didn’t quite belong to.
Valeria suddenly held up a delicate piece of lingerie, her eyes lighting up.
“This one is perfect.”
Isabella blinked. “Why would I need that?”
Valeria stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Isabella… you’re eighteen now.”
Isabella's stomach tightened.
“Don’t you think it’s time?” Valeria added gently.
Isabella hesitated.
She was still a virgin.
And unfortunately, it wasn’t exactly a secret.
People whispered. They laughed.
But she had always believed she would give herself to someone who truly loved her.
“I… I don’t know if I’m ready,” she admitted.
Valeria's expression softened. “Alessandro has been patient with you. He cares about you.”
Isabella swallowed.
“Don’t you think he deserves it?”
The question lingered heavily in the air.
Valeria smiled reassuringly. “Tonight would be perfect. A birthday surprise he’ll never forget.”
Isabella's heart began to race.
“I’m scared…”
“You don’t have to be,” Valeria said, squeezing her hand. “I’ll help you. Everything will be perfect.”
Isabella looked at her, uncertainty still flickering in her eyes… but slowly, she nodded.
That evening, back in Valeria's room, shopping bags were scattered everywhere.
Isabella stood in front of the mirror, trying on outfit after outfit.
She barely recognized herself.
The clothes were bold. Confident. Different from anything she had ever worn before.
“You look amazing,” Valeria said proudly.
Isabella smiled shyly. “It’s not really my style…”
“It is now,” Valeria replied. “You’re dating Alessandro Valenti. You have to keep up.”
Isabella nodded slowly.
Maybe Valeria was right.
Maybe this was what it meant to belong in his world.
Valeria reached into her drawer and pulled out a small bottle filled with a clear liquid.
“Take this.”
Isabella frowned. “What is it?”
“It’ll help,” Valeria said smoothly. “Make your first time easier… and more enjoyable.”
Isabella hesitated for a second, then nodded and slipped it into her bag.
“You’re sure I should just go to his house?” she asked nervously. “Without telling him?”
“Of course,” Valeria said. “It’s a surprise. He’ll love it.”
Isabella took a deep breath, her heart pounding.
“Don’t worry,” Valeria added with a reassuring smile. “Tonight, everything changes.”
Isabella forced a small smile in return.
“Tonight,” Valeria continued softly, “you become a woman… and finally secure your place in Alessandro's life.”
Isabella held onto those words as she picked up her bag.
She had no idea…
That this night would change her life forever.
Isabella woke slowly.For a few brief seconds, her mind remained hazy, suspended somewhere between exhaustion and reality.The soft mattress beneath her felt unfamiliar.Too soft.Too luxurious.And the scent in the air...Fresh linen.Vanilla.Wood polish.Not home.Her eyes fluttered open.The first thing she saw was the enormous chandelier hanging above her.Then came the realization.The Valenti mansion.Her breath caught slightly.Memories from the previous night crashed into her all at once.The party.The humiliation.The laughter.Lorenzo walking in.The gunshot.Alessandro.The argument outside the study.And finally, Lorenzo's words.“You were trapped the moment you walked into my life.”Isabella closed her eyes briefly.Her chest tightened painfully.Nothing about her life felt real anymore.Slowly, she pushed herself upright against the massive bed, looking around the room properly for the first time.The guest bedroom was breathtaking.Fresh flowers sat on the bedside tab
Isabella stood frozen outside the room, her hand still hovering near the door handle, her breathing uneven after everything she had just heard.Every word.Every accusation.Every cruel truth.It all rang violently inside her head.“She belongs to me.”The words made her chest tighten painfully.Inside the study, silence settled again.But outside?A storm brewed between two broken people.Alessandro lifted his head slowly after colliding into her.For a moment…Neither of them spoke.They simply stared at each other.And what existed between them now was no longer romance.No longer attraction.No longer even confusion.It was wreckage.Pure wreckage.Alessandro's expression darkened the second he realized she had heard everything.Isabella could see it instantly.The humiliation.The anger.The resentment.His pride had been shattered tonight.Not just by Lorenzo.But by her too.And somehow that made him hate her even more.Isabella swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly when
The moment the study door closed behind Isabella…The room changed.The tension that had been restrained moments ago now rose freely between father and son like smoke before a fire.Don Lorenzo stood unmoving behind his desk, his expression cold and unreadable.Alessandro remained near the center of the room, fists clenched tightly at his sides.His chest rose and fell unevenly.Anger.Humiliation.Confusion.All of it burned inside him at once.For the first time in a long time…He wasn’t afraid enough to stay silent.His eyes locked onto his father.And finally he spoke.“Why?”Don Lorenzo's gaze didn’t shift.“Be specific.”Alessandro let out a bitter laugh.“You slept with my girlfriend.”The accusation rang sharply through the room.Still Lorenzo showed no reaction.If anything, his calmness only made Nico angrier.“That’s low,” Alessandro spat. “Even for you.”Don Lorenzo slowly placed the glass in his hand onto the desk.The soft clink echoed loudly in the silence.“You’re in n
The atmosphere in Don Lorenzo's study had barely settled.The air still carried the weight of everything that had happened. The party, the humiliation, the rescue, the unspoken emotions that neither of them had fully processed.Isabella sat across from him.She felt… safe.And yet, not.Because every word Lorenzo spoke reminded her of one thing...Her life was no longer simple.It could never be again.Don Lorenzo stood by the window, his back partially turned to her, his gaze fixed on the darkness outside.But his mind?It was far from calm.It was calculating.Always calculating.Finally, he spoke.“Your mother.”Isabella's head lifted immediately.Her heart skipped.“My… mother?” she repeated softly.Lorenzo turned to face her now, his expression serious, more serious than she had ever seen it.“We need to move her.”The words hit instantly.Hard.Isabella blinked.“What…?”“Tomorrow morning,” he continued, his tone firm, leaving no room for negotiation. “She cannot stay where she
Valeria Rossi didn’t bother taking off her heels as she stepped into the grand halls of the Rossi mansion.The marble floors echoed beneath her hurried steps, her pulse still racing, not from fear, but from adrenaline.From satisfaction.From the thrilling realization that everything had just changed.Her lips curved slightly as she walked deeper into the house, her mind replaying the scene over and over again.Don Lorenzo walking in.The fear.The silence.The way he had wrapped Isabella in his jacket.The way he had carried her out.Like she belonged to him.Like nothing, and no one else mattered.Valeria exhaled slowly.“Yes…” she whispered under her breath.“That’s her.”There was no doubt anymore.No confusion.No second-guessing.Isabella Lombardi was the girl.The one from that night.The one Martin had spoken about.The one who had begged for a life, and was granted it.And more importantly, the one who had somehow gotten Don Lorenzo Valenti's attention.Her smile deepened.He
The drive to the Valenti Mansion had passed in near silence.Not the suffocating kind from before.Not the tense, dangerous quiet that filled the space between them in the car earlier.This one was… different.Isabella sat beside Don Lorenzo, wrapped in his jacket, her fingers still clutching the fabric as if letting go would somehow unravel everything holding her together.Her body still trembled.Her mind hadn’t stopped racing.Not for a second.The humiliation.The laughter.The video.Alessandro.Valeria.And then…Him.The way he walked in.The way everything changed.The way he carried her out like nothing else in the world mattered.Isabella swallowed softly, her eyes drifting briefly toward him.Lorenzo's expression remained unreadable.Focused.Controlled.But there was something beneath it.Something she couldn’t quite name.Something that unsettled her just as much as it steadied her.When the car finally rolled through the grand gates of the Valenti Mansion, Isabella's bre
Isabella's throat felt dry.Her heart was still racing, her pulse uneven, her thoughts tangled beyond reason.But somehow she managed to force the words out.“It’s… it’s nice to meet you, sir.”Her voice trembled despite her effort to sound composed.For a brief second, silence lingered between them
Isabella stood in front of her closet for what felt like the hundredth time, her fingers gliding over fabrics she barely recognized as hers.Silk. Satin. Velvet.Dresses that whispered confidence… boldness… attention.None of them felt like her.She pulled one out, a red bodycon dress, and held it
Don Lorenzo Valenti didn’t bother hiding his irritation when the door to his study opened again.His gaze lifted sharply—cold, unreadable.And there stood his son.Again.A scowl immediately formed on his face.“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Lorenzo asked, his voice edged with impatience.Alessandro
Don Lorenzo Valenti stood by the wide glass window of his study, the city stretching endlessly before him. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, but it did nothing to soften the cold, commanding aura that surrounded him.In his hand was a glass of whiskey.While most men reached fo




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