Isabella's mind churned as she paced the room, her body restless, her heart beating with a mixture of anger and terror.Alessandro's words echoed in her mind, his smooth, unyielding voice filling the silence, each word leaving an imprint that seemed to grow darker the more she thought about them.
You are here because I wanted you here. The arrogance, the audacity-it was as if he believed the world and everyone in it were his to control.
She looked around, assessing her surroundings again, searching for any small detail that could help her. The room was elegantly decorated but devoid of anything that might serve as a weapon.
She examined every corner, every piece of furniture, her hands running over surfaces as she searched for something-anything-that could give her the advantage.
The room itself was large, with high ceilings and thick, luxurious curtains that framed the barred windows. The door was solid, with a simple lock. No guard? she thought, feeling a surge of hope.
Maybe Alessandro had underestimated her, assumed she would be too frightened to attempt an escape. If that was the case, he was wrong.
Isabella spent the next hour trying to pick the lock using the small, metal clasp from her hair, her hands shaking but steady enough. She worked meticulously, driven by a fierce determination. At last, the lock clicked, and she held her breath as she slowly turned the handle.
The hallway was empty, silent except for the faint sound of classical music drifting from somewhere below. Isabella slipped out, pressing herself close to the wall, her ears attuned to every creak and sound.
She made her way cautiously, her bare feet silent against the cool marble floor as she scanned each doorway, searching for an exit.
Just as she was nearing a staircase, she froze, hearing footsteps approaching. Her heart pounded as she ducked into an alcove, pressing herself against the shadows as two men passed by, deep in conversation.
She recognized one of them immediately: Alessandro, his tall, commanding figure impossible to mistake.
"What about her?" asked the man beside him, his voice low but sharp with suspicion.
Alessandro's gaze remained ahead, his expression impassive. "She's not going anywhere. I have my reasons for keeping her here, and she will come to understand them in time."
A sick feeling twisted in Isabella's stomach. What could he possibly mean by that? She took a shaky breath, waiting until they disappeared down the hall before she slipped back out and continued toward the staircase, her mind racing with questions she was desperate to escape before they found answers.
As she reached the bottom floor, her eyes darted around, searching for an exit. But as she moved through the hall, she caught sight of something that made her blood freeze-a line of security cameras, their tiny red lights flickering in and out of sight as they rotated in smooth, mechanical precision.
One was trained on the front door, another on a side corridor, and others she couldn't see but could imagine were scattered throughout the mansion.
Her heart sank. If Alessandro had reviewed the footage, he'd know exactly where she was.
But just as she felt the first pangs of panic, a door nearby opened, and a woman with dark, curly hair stepped out, nearly bumping into Isabella. They stared at each other for a split second, both wide-eyed, before the woman's expression softened.
"You must be Isabella," she said, her voice gentle, yet guarded. "I'm Elena, the housemaid."
Isabella opened her mouth to speak, her thoughts tumbling, but all that escaped was a whisper. "Please, help me get out of here."
Elena glanced around quickly, lowering her voice. "If anyone finds out I'm helping you..." She paused, searching Isabella's face.
Whatever she saw there seemed to sway her. She took a deep breath, then nodded. "Come with me. Quickly."
She led Isabella down a narrow hallway, bypassing the front entrance and weaving through service corridors that twisted like a labyrinth.
"Don't run," Elena warned, her voice barely above a murmur. "Walk normally and keep your head down. They're less likely to notice if you look like you belong."
With her heart pounding, Isabella obeyed, following Elena through a back door that led out into a quiet garden, bordered by high stone walls and ivy-covered archways.
For the first time, she felt the night air on her skin, her hope blossoming as she tasted the promise of freedom.
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But just as they reached the garden gate, a harsh voice shattered the silence."Elena."
Isabella froze, her body going rigid as she recognized Alessandro's voice. She turned slowly, her stomach twisting as he stepped out of the shadows, his face unreadable, but his eyes flashing with barely restrained fury.
"Elena, step away from her," he said, his tone a deadly calm.
Elena backed up slowly, her face drained of color as she cast a helpless glance at Isabella. "I... I'm sorry, Isabella," she whispered, her voice barely audible before she turned and hurried back toward the mansion, leaving Isabella alone under Alessandro's cold, steely gaze.
Isabella swallowed, meeting his eyes with defiance despite the fear clawing at her chest. "I'm not going to stay here, Alessandro," she said, her voice strong even as her heart pounded. "I don't care what you want."
For a long moment, he didn't respond, his expression as calm and unreadable as stone. But then he took a step forward, his presence somehow more menacing with each measured movement.
"You're brave," he murmured, almost as if to himself, his gaze tracing her face with an intensity that made her skin crawl. "But bravery can be dangerous in a place like this."
He stopped just a few steps away, close enough for her to feel the chill in his eyes. "You have nowhere to go, Isabella. And the sooner you realize that, the easier things will be."
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
"Why are you doing this? You keep talking in riddles, as if there's some reason I should just accept this madness. What do you even want from me?"
He tilted his head, as if weighing her question. But then, to her frustration, he turned and motioned for her to follow, saying nothing.
"What, now I'm supposed to just... go back to that room?" she demanded, her voice trembling. "Like a prisoner?"
He glanced back at her, a faint smile on his lips. "No, Isabella," he replied softly. "Not a prisoner. A guest... with privileges."
Without waiting for her response, he started up the stairs, each step echoing through the empty hall, his silent command undeniable.
Isabella stood frozen, a mix of fury and confusion swirling within her, knowing she couldn't escape him-not yet-but vowing that her spirit, her fire, would never yield.
And as she watched Alessandro disappear into the shadows, she couldn't help but wonder if the man holding her captive might be as trapped as she was.
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The Wolf's Obsession
RomansaShe swallowed hard, her throat dry as she tried to make sense of his words. "Then why bring me here? Why keep me in a place you claim is dangerous?" Alessandro's gaze darkened, his eyes narrowing with a flicker of something unreadable. "Because some...