Bought by my brother-in-law's friend

e dance between resistance and an unsettling attraction she couldn't shake off. She spent her time pacing the spacious

es of orange and purple, Marcus knocked on her door. She hesitated before

the doorframe. "I thought we could have dinner

arms over her chest. The mere sight of him ignited her

and. This isn't a request; it's an invitation. You can either join

dacity. "You think you can force me into

Isabella. It's about understanding your new reality. You're mine now, whether you l

aring within her. "I'd rather

one laced with genuine intrigue. "But I promise you,

d Marcus down the elegantly decorated hallway, her heart racing with every step. The dining room was extr

r for her. She hesitated but then took

rmet dishes, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. Ma

Isabella said, stabbing her fork into a piec

er this will be for you," he replied, his voice steady

pped me!" she shot back, her ange

ou see me? A monster? I'm merely playing the hand I was dealt. This wor

ted, her heart racing. "You don't get to decide my

ing more serious. "You're far too intelligent to believe you can escap

led over. "What forces? Wh

who would harm you, who would sell you to the highest bidder without a second thought. I

she demanded. "What do I ha

"You earn my trust. Show me that you're wor

lared defiantly. "But i

said it would be easy. But I promise you, Isabella, the mor

cs between them were beginning to change. It was a dangerous game they were playing

motioned for her to follow hi

er. He led her to a spacious home office filled with bookshelves and modern art, b

tructed, gesturing toward th

tterly, crossing her arms as she stared out

e. "It's beautiful, but you're right. It's a prison for you

ou call this?" Isabella snap

ange your perspective. You could make this place your s

ermination settle in her chest. "I will never

ook in his eyes. "Then

ng that this was just the beginning. She was caught in a