Isabella's life was never her own, she entered an arranged marriage with Alessandro. Which was never supposed to be more than a business deal to him. He is a cold and calculating Italian man who only sees her as nothing more than a means to an end. Alessandro has signed a deal with Isabella's father; marrying his daughter, to reclaim his family's lost vineyard. unaware of this arrangement, Isabella tries to make their marriage work, pouring her heart into a relationship destined for betrayal. But when Isabella discovers the truth, her world shatters. Determined to walk away, she asks for a divorce, only to have Sandro refuse, claiming that she has become far more important to him than she realizes. As Sandro's past resurfaces, Isabella is caught between love, deception, and her strength.
Isabella fell back onto the mattress, her body slick with perspiration and limp with pleasure. Spasms of her powerful release still violently racked her slender frame. Alessandro had disentangled, detached and distanced himself from her within seconds of their mutual orgasm and lay on his back beside her, his breathing heavy and ragged.
Isabella turned on her side to lovingly trace his harsh profile with her eyes, yearning to touch and caress the smooth, silky and slightly tanned skin but knowing from experience that her touch would be rebuffed. His words, the ones that were always wrenched from him during his climax, still hovered in the air between them and they still, after all these months, hurt more than they should have.
"Give me a son, Isabella..."
With those five words, he inevitably killed the afterglow, destroyed the intimacy of the moment and relegated the act into nothing more than a biological imperative. After eighteen months of the same, Isabella had finally realized that it would never change. It wasn't an abrupt realization, rather it was one that had been growing steadily since the very first time he'd said the words.
But Isabella had her own five words! They were words that had been on the tip of her tongue for months and should have been spoken long before now. They were words that she could no longer swallow back; no matter how much it killed her to say them. She sat up, naked, her body still trembling and drew her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs, pressed her cheek to her knees and watched as his breathing steadied, his own shaking was subsiding slightly. He lay spread-eagled, also magnificently nude, his eyes were shut but she knew he wasn't asleep. No, he would take a few moments to compose himself before heading for the shower, where she always imagined him frantically scrubbing her scent and touch from his bronzed skin.
She could no longer contain the words and they spilled from her lips with desperate earnestness.
"I want a divorce, Alessandro."
He tensed, every single muscle in his body went as tight as a coiled spring, before he turned his head to meet her watchful gaze. His eyes were hooded and his upper lip curled mockingly.
"But I thought you loved me, Isabella," he taunted with exquisite cruelty and Isabella lowered her eyelids, trying to mask the shaft of pain at his words. When she was sure she had her emotions under control, she once again lifted her eyes to his dark gaze.
"Not anymore," she managed, hoping the lie sounded convincing.
"Hmmm..." it sounded deceptively like the purr of a cat. "What happened to 'I'll love you forever, Sandro'?"
"Things change," she whispered.
"What things?" He rolled onto his side and propped himself up onto his elbow, resting his head on his hand. He looked so much like a Roman gladiator in repose, that her throat went dry with desire. She swallowed painfully.
"F.feelings change..." she stuttered haltingly. Again that husky purr of agreement but Isabella wasn't fooled by his relaxed posture; he was as tense as a coiled snake. "I.I've changed..."
"You look no different," he assessed, his voice still terrifyingly tender.
"Still the same Isabella I married. The one who claimed to love me so much, she couldn't live without me. The one whose daddy made sure she got exactly what she wanted..."
And that was when he struck, without moving, without so much as changing his voice.
"The same timid little Isabella, who can't even give me the only thing I've ever wanted from this pathetic excuse for a marriage." She flinched but she refused to divert her eyes.
"A.all the more reason for a divorce," she tried for blase but failed miserably.
"Maybe for you," he shrugged elegantly. "But I told you from the very beginning, cara, there would be no easy way out of this marriage. Not until I got what I wanted from you and that day looks to be a long way off! Unfortunately, cliche though it may seem, you've made this bed and we both have to lie in it!"
"I can't live like this anymore," she buried her face in her knees and fought to keep the tears at bay.
"Neither of us has much choice..." he sat up and stretched languidly before getting up and walking, naked, to the en-suite bathroom. Isabella heard the shower start moments later and took a few seconds to compose herself, swiping the hot tears from her face with the backs of both hands before dragging on a gauzy peignoir and heading toward the kitchen to make herself a hot drink. While she was sitting on a bar stool, sipping her hot milk, she felt Sandro's presence behind her and the hairs in the nape of her neck stood on end.
"You must be cold in only that skimpy little thing you're wearing..." he observed idly heading to the fridge and dragging out a carton of orange juice. His short black hair was damp and standing up in tufts where he had carelessly towel-dried it after his shower and he wore nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts. He looked as gorgeous as always and Isabella hated him more than ever for that masculine perfection.
"I'm fine..." she got up abruptly and headed toward the sink to rinse her mug but he grabbed her elbow to halt her movement. She tensed, shocked by the touch... Alessandro never touched her outside of the bedroom. In the eighteen months they had been married, this was the first time that she could recall him touching her without it being a precursor to sex. He leaned closer to her and lowered his lips to her ear. She felt his hot breath on the side of her face before he spoke.
"There'll be no more talk of divorce, Theresa... ever," he told her with a sickening air of finality.
"You can't stop me from divorcing you, Sandro," she responded bravely.
"You really want a divorce, cara?" He asked tauntingly and she nodded stiffly. "If you get that divorce, your cousin loses her business and she can't afford that now, not with a new baby on the way. She and her husband need all the capital they can get."
Somehow she hadn't expected that. She should have but she didn't. Sandro had loaned her cousin, Lisa, the start-up capital for her bookshop. Isabella didn't know what the specifics of that loan were but she had always assumed that it was something he had done out of generosity. Staring up at him now, she couldn't believe her own naivete. Sandro did nothing out of sheer generosity and that loan was merely another weapon for him to use against her if he needed to!
Chapter 1 I want a divorce!
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Chapter 2 My manipulative and bossy husband
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Chapter 3 A day of rebellion
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Chapter 4 Confession and confrontation 1
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Chapter 5 Confession and confrontation 2
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Chapter 6 Confession and confrontation 3
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Chapter 7 Forced proximity
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Chapter 8 Seeds of change
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Chapter 9 Unworthy of his love
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Chapter 10 Pregnant
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Chapter 11 No secrets
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Chapter 12 What do you know about me
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Chapter 13 I want you
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Chapter 14 Give me a son, Isabella
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Chapter 15 A date
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Chapter 16 Intimate conversations
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Chapter 17 Is that jealousy
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Chapter 18 Meeting his friends
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Chapter 19 Tired of the lies
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Chapter 20 Words of assurance
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Chapter 21 Hard to resist
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Chapter 22 Unusual display of affection
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Chapter 23 Back to being strangers
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Chapter 24 Are you having an affair
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Chapter 25 Bitter truth
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Chapter 26 I'm pregnant
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Chapter 27 Unwanted company
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Chapter 28 More secrets
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Chapter 29 I will never forgive you!
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Chapter 30 The new arrangements
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Chapter 31 A little misunderstanding
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Chapter 32 You're more important
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Chapter 33 I am terrified, cara
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Chapter 34 Francesca, the woman he loves
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Chapter 35 Are you in pain
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Chapter 36 I do know things about you
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Chapter 37 Underdressed clown
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Chapter 38 Sweet temptation
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Chapter 39 Unwanted urges
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Chapter 40 I need to taste you
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