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Her eyes widened in disbelief. The man who had disappeared from her life had suddenly returned.

For a few moments, nobody spoke. The living room fell into complete silence.

Marcello was the first to break it.

“Mr. Moretti, please forgive us for what happened earlier. My daughter didn’t mean to disrespect you. I sincerely apologize on her behalf.”

Dante said nothing. His cold eyes moved across the room before finally settling on Isabella.

She lowered her gaze immediately.

Why is he here?

After disappearing for so long, why has he come back now?

Her heart pounded painfully against her chest.

Four months.

She had spent four months trapped with this dangerous man. She had finally returned to her family, hoping she could begin a new life. Now, looking at him again, she could only imagine the worst.

Has he come to kill me?

Sofia suddenly stepped forward, wiping away her tears.

“Isabella, I’m sorry,” she said in a trembling voice. “I should have behaved like a proper sister. I never wanted things to become this bad.”

She lowered her head and pretended to cry.

“I’m sorry. I really am.”

Before anyone could respond, Sofia turned and hurried upstairs.

“Sofia!” Veronica called, immediately following her daughter. “Wait, sweetheart!”

Marcello watched them leave before turning back to Dante with an uncomfortable smile.

“Please, Mr. Moretti. Forget all this unpleasantness. You must be hungry. I’ll arrange dinner immediately.”

Dante gave him a brief nod.

“Do whatever you want.”

Marcello hurried away to make the arrangements.

Isabella remained where she was, unable to move.

Dante had returned.

And she had no idea what he intended to do to her.

31:T8e9,The moment Isabella saw Dante Moretti standing in the Romano mansion, her entire body froze.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. The man who had disappeared from her life had suddenly returned.

For a few moments, nobody spoke. The living room fell into complete silence.

Marcello was the first to break it.

“Mr. Moretti, please forgive us for what happened earlier. My daughter didn’t mean to disrespect you. I sincerely apologize on her behalf.”

Dante said nothing. His cold eyes moved across the room before finally settling on Isabella.

She lowered her gaze immediately.

Why is he here?

After disappearing for so long, why has he come back now?

Her heart pounded painfully against her chest.

Four months.

She had spent four months trapped with this dangerous man. She had finally returned to her family, hoping she could begin a new life. Now, looking at him again, she could only imagine the worst.

Has he come to kill me?

Sofia suddenly stepped forward, wiping away her tears.

“Isabella, I’m sorry,” she said in a trembling voice. “I should have behaved like a proper sister. I never wanted things to become this bad.”

She lowered her head and pretended to cry.

“I’m sorry. I really am.”

Before anyone could respond, Sofia turned and hurried upstairs.

“Sofia!” Veronica called, immediately following her daughter. “Wait, sweetheart!”

Marcello watched them leave before turning back to Dante with an uncomfortable smile.

“Please, Mr. Moretti. Forget all this unpleasantness. You must be hungry. I’ll arrange dinner immediately.”

Dante gave him a brief nod.

“Do whatever you want.”

Marcello hurried away to make the arrangements.

Isabella remained where she was, unable to move.

Dante had returned.

And she had no idea what he intended to do to her.

32:T154d,Later that evening, dinner was served.

Dante sat at the dining table, eating quietly. Marcello sat nearby, eager to impress his powerful guest.

Sofia had returned after composing herself. She now wore a pleasant smile, as though nothing had happened.

“Mr. Moretti, would you like some whiskey?” she asked politely. “My father has a wonderful collection.”

She brought out a bottle from Marcello’s liquor collection and poured the drink carefully.

“I also know a little about cigars,” she added confidently. “My father has taught me quite a few things.”

Marcello smiled proudly.

“That’s my daughter. Sofia has always been intelligent and well-mannered.”

He glanced at Dante, hoping for some approval.

“She knows how to behave in respectable company.”

Dante barely reacted. He continued eating, showing little interest in either Sofia’s performance or Marcello’s praise.

Grandmother Rebecca was resting in her room. The earlier commotion had caused a slight rise in her blood pressure, and the family had insisted that she take some rest.

Marcello glanced toward the empty chair where Rebecca usually sat.

“My mother is resting tonight,” he explained. “She became a little unwell because of the earlier disturbance.”

Dante gave a small nod.

Marcello then turned his attention back to Sofia.

“She is my daughter, Mr. Moretti. I raised her with good manners and taught her how to behave properly.”

He paused before adding, “Unlike some people in this family.”

His eyes shifted toward Isabella.

“She has always been difficult. You cannot expect much from someone who grew up in a shelter.”

Isabella, who had been sitting quietly, felt those words pierce her heart.

Even now, her own father spoke about her as though she were a burden.

She lowered her head, trying to hide the sadness in her eyes.

Dante slowly raised his gaze.

He looked directly at Isabella.

A faint smile touched the corner of his lips.

Sofia noticed.

Her smile faded slightly as she followed Dante’s gaze toward Isabella.

Why was he looking at her like that?

Dante finally spoke.

“You know something, Marcello?”

Marcello immediately straightened.

“What is it, Mr. Moretti?”

“When I look at Isabella, she reminds me of one of my enemies.”

The words made Isabella’s blood run cold.

Dante placed his cutlery down and leaned back in his chair.

“If I ever get my hands on that woman, I’ll crush every bone in her body. I’ll make sure she regrets the day she was born. Her flesh will be thrown to the crocodiles, and whatever remains of her will become food for my dogs.”

He paused, his eyes fixed on Isabella.

“I want her to understand what happens when someone dares to cross Dante Moretti.”

Marcello swallowed nervously, but he quickly forced a smile.

“You are absolutely right, Mr. Moretti. Some people deserve to be taught a lesson.”

Then he glanced at Isabella with open contempt.

“Look at her expressions. She always looks so cunning and cowardly. Perhaps that is what happens when someone grows up without a proper family.”

Isabella felt her throat tighten.

She had hoped that returning to her family would mean finally being accepted.

Instead, her father seemed determined to remind her that she did not belong.

Dante’s expression changed.

The faint smile disappeared. His face darkened as he heard Marcello speak about Isabella’s childhood.

For a moment, something cold and dangerous flickered in his eyes.

He wanted so badly to snap, "How dare you speak about her like that?" but he kept the thought to himself and said nothing.

He did not understand why Marcello’s words irritated him so much.

He had spent years dealing with enemies, traitors, and people who deserved no mercy. Yet hearing Isabella’s own father humiliate her made something inside him tighten.

Dante looked at her again.

She sat silently, trying not to show how deeply she had been hurt.

Why do I keep looking at her?

He had no answer.

Somewhere beneath his cold exterior, a feeling he could neither name nor control was beginning to grow.

He was already falling for her.

He simply hadn't realized it yet.

And Isabella, terrified by the man sitting across the table, could never have imagined such a thing.

To her, Dante Moretti was still the monster who might destroy her life.

33:Tffa,Later that night, Isabella sat alone in her room, staring at her phone.

She hated living in the Romano mansion.

Every day brought another reminder that her family did not truly accept her. Her father humiliated her, Sofia manipulated everyone around her, and her mother seemed to run after Sofia whenever she cried.

Only her grandmother made her feel loved.

But now Dante had returned.

And Isabella was terrified.

She could not forget what had happened four months ago. She had done something that had angered him, and she feared what would happen if her father discovered the truth.

What if Father finds out what happened between Dante and me?

He might wrap me up like a present and hand me over to Dante himself.

The thought made her shiver.

She needed to leave.

That very night.

Just then, a notification appeared on her phone.

It was an email offering her a job.

She opened it quickly.

The message explained that the position came with free food and accommodation. For the time being, she would have only one roommate. The exact job title would be revealed during the interview, which was scheduled for the following morning.

Isabella read the email twice.

Free food.

Free accommodation.

A chance to live somewhere far away from the Romano mansion.

It sounded almost too good to be true.

But she had no reason to refuse an opportunity that could help her become independent.

Maybe this is my chance to start again.

She did not know who had sent the offer, and she did not stop to investigate it. She was too desperate to escape the house that had never truly felt like home.

She decided to leave immediately.

Isabella took a piece of paper and began writing a letter to her grandmother.

Dear Grandma,

I have received a good job offer. The company will provide me with food and accommodation, and I also hope to continue my higher studies in the future.

I am happy that I have this opportunity, but I will miss you so much. You are the only person who has always made me feel loved.

I am sorry that I cannot explain everything to you and the others in person. This opportunity came suddenly, and I have decided to take it. Please don't worry about me. I will try my best to build a better future.

I love you, Grandma.

Your loving granddaughter,

Isabella

She folded the letter carefully.

She deliberately left out the name of the company and the place where she would be staying. She did not want anyone to follow her before she could leave.

Isabella called the butler and handed him the letter.

“Please give this to Grandma when she wakes up,” she told him quietly.

The butler looked surprised.

“Miss Isabella, are you going somewhere?”

“I just need to take care of something,” she replied, forcing a small smile.

She picked up her suitcase and walked quickly toward the exit.

Her heart pounded as she crossed the mansion's grounds.

She did not look back.

Once she reached the gate, she stepped onto the road and continued walking.

For the first time that evening, she allowed herself to hope.

I can do this.

I can start a new life.

But she had no idea that someone had already decided where her new life would begin.

And it would not be the place she had chosen.

34:T10d7,Isabella walked along the road, pulling her suitcase behind her.

The night was quiet. The streetlights illuminated the empty road, and a cool breeze brushed against her face.

She was so focused on reaching the main road that she barely noticed the sound of an approaching vehicle.

A black SUV suddenly came from behind and stopped directly in front of her, blocking her path.

Isabella froze.

She stepped back and tried to see through the darkened windows.

“Who is it?” she whispered.

Before she could move away, the car door opened.

A strong hand grabbed her waist and pulled her inside.

“Help!” she screamed.

Another hand covered her mouth.

The door slammed shut.

The vehicle immediately sped away.

Isabella struggled desperately, trying to free herself, but the person holding her was far stronger.

“Hmmph! Mmmph!”

Her cries were muffled beneath the hand covering her mouth.

After a few moments, she managed to turn her head and look at the person beside her.

Then she went completely still.

Dante Moretti.

Her eyes widened in horror.

Before she could understand what was happening, she realized that she was sitting on his lap.

She tried to scramble away and reach the other seat.

“Stay still,” Dante ordered.

He pulled her close against his body, holding her firmly. He lowered his face toward her hair and took a slow, deep breath.

For a brief moment, he closed his eyes.

He had spent hours pretending that he did not care about her. Yet the moment he saw her walking away from the mansion, dragging a suitcase behind her, something inside him had snapped.

He could not let her leave.

Not now.

Not when he had only just found her again.

After a little while, he moved her onto the seat beside him.

“Sit properly.”

Isabella stared at him, trembling.

His expression was furious, and he glared at her as though she had committed an unforgivable crime.

But beneath that angry expression, an unfamiliar happiness stirred inside him.

She was here.

With him.

And he had no intention of letting her disappear again.

Isabella, however, could not see any of that.

All she saw was a dangerous man who had kidnapped her.

She immediately reached for the car door.

“I want to get out!”

Dante pressed the lock button.

The doors clicked shut.

Isabella pulled the handle again, panic rising in her chest.

“Open it!”

Instead of answering, Dante took a gun from his pocket.

He checked it and loaded it with a cold, deliberate movement.

Click.

The sound made Isabella's heart stop.

She stared at the weapon.

Dante did not even need to point it at her. The message was clear enough.

She slowly withdrew her hand from the door.

Her body trembled as she turned toward the window.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to escape the terrifying reality around her.

Exhaustion, fear, and the long day finally overwhelmed her.

With her eyes tightly closed, she eventually fell asleep.

Dante glanced at her.

Her head had tilted against the seat, and her expression had softened in sleep.

His gaze lingered on her face.

“My foolish little girl,” he murmured.

There was no real anger in his voice now.

He looked away before he could understand why.

35:T1042,When the SUV finally stopped, Dante looked toward the sleeping girl beside him.

Isabella had not awakened.

He stepped out, opened her door, and carefully lifted her into his arms.

She stirred slightly but remained asleep.

Dante carried her through the entrance of his mansion and walked straight to his personal bedroom.

The room was spacious and luxurious, with a large bed, elegant furniture, and tall windows covered by heavy curtains.

He gently laid Isabella on the bed.

For a few seconds, he simply stood there, watching her sleep.

Then he secured one of her hands to the bed frame with a handcuff.

Isabella did not wake.

She had no idea that her escape had ended before it had even begun.

Dante straightened and looked down at her.

“You wanted to run away from me,” he whispered. “Let's see how far you get now.”

He turned off the bedside light and slept next to her sleeping.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains.

Isabella suddenly opened her eyes.

For a moment, she did not recognize the room.

Then she tried to sit up.

Something pulled at her wrist.

She looked down.

A handcuff was fastened around one of her hands, its other end secured to the bed frame.

Her eyes widened.

“What...?”

She pulled at it.

The metal refused to move.

“No! No!”

She began tugging harder, panic spreading through her body.

“Help! Somebody, help me!”

A calm voice interrupted her screams.

“Why are you screaming?”

Isabella stopped.

She slowly turned her head.

Dante was sitting on the sofa across from the bed, drinking a cup of tea in his nightdress as though he were enjoying an ordinary morning at home.

He looked at her with a faint, mocking smile.

“Good morning, Sweetheart. Did you sleep well in your new home?”

She stared at him in disbelief.

“Where am I?”

Dante took another sip of tea.

“Your new home.”

“Let me go!”

“Such a rude way to greet someone in the morning.”

“Dante!”

His smile widened slightly.

“Now you remember my name.”

Isabella pulled at the handcuff again.

Then she noticed something else.

She was no longer wearing the clothes she had worn the previous night. Instead, she was dressed in a new fancy nightdress.

Her face drained of colour.

“Who changed my clothes?”

Dante placed his teacup on the table.

“I did.”

She stared at him.

“You... what?”

“I removed your clothes and changed you into that nightdress.”

He leaned back against the sofa.

“I bought it for you myself.”

Isabella's face turned pale.

“You changed my clothes?”

“What? Did you expect me to call a maid?”

He glanced around the room.

“There are no maids here, Isabella. I acquired this mansion for us. Only for us.”

She looked at him as though he had lost his mind.

“For me?”

“Yes.” His expression hardened. “This is my home. And from today onward, it is your prison.”

He stood up and approached the bed.

“You are not going anywhere.”

36:T2c6a,Isabella tried to hide her fear.

“You can't keep me here! My father will find out that I'm missing. He'll come looking for me, and there will be trouble!”

Dante stopped beside the bed.

For a moment, he said nothing.

Then he smiled coldly.

“Your father?”

He tilted his head.

“Let me tell you what might happen if nobody finds you. I could sell you on the black market in a year. You might disappear so completely that nobody would ever know where you went.”

Isabella's lips trembled.

Dante leaned closer.

“Of course, if your father manages to find me before that, perhaps you'll be saved.”

He straightened and watched her reaction.

Isabella felt as though the floor had disappeared beneath her.

“Please...” she whispered. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. Please forgive me.”

Dante's expression remained unreadable.

“Tell me something, Isabella. How did you survive for four months on only a few thousand euros?”

She blinked in confusion.

“Mr. Moretti, your black card is still in my purse.”

“I know where my card is.”

He stepped closer.

“That isn't what I asked.”

She lowered her eyes.

“How did you survive on that amount? And how do you intend to settle the money you took?”

“I know it was wrong,” she said quickly. “I won't do it again. I'll compensate you for everything.”

Dante folded his arms.

“How?”

“I found a good job,” she replied. “I received an offer yesterday. They provide food and accommodation. If you let me go, I can work and pay you back.”

He stared at her for a few seconds.

Then he smiled.

“I called you here to give you a job.”

Isabella looked up.

“A job?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of work are you going to give me?”

Dante recited her email address aloud.

Isabella's eyes widened.

“How do you know my email ID?”

She stared at him, a new suspicion dawning on her face.

“Wait... Did you send me that job offer?”

Dante's smile vanished.

“I don't like questions.”

She fell silent.

“I'm the one who asks questions here. You answer them.”

He drew his gun and pointed it toward her.

Isabella immediately stopped speaking.

“O-okay,” she stammered. “I understand.”

She forced a nervous smile, trying to calm him.

“So... where is the office?”

Dante's expression softened into a mocking smile.

“Your office?”

He glanced around the room.

“It's here.”

Isabella frowned.

“Here?”

“Yes.”

She looked at him in confusion.

“What job are you giving me, Mr. Moretti?”

Dante leaned down slightly, his smile growing wider.

“My personal maid.”

Isabella stared at him.

“Your... personal maid?”

“Exactly.”

“No! I can't do that!”

His eyebrows rose.

“And why not?”

“Because I studied arts! I'm a college student. I can't just become your maid!”

Dante let out a quiet laugh.

“Really? That's interesting.”

He began counting on his fingers.

“For four months, you cooked for me. Terribly, I might add. You fed me, helped me bathe, bought clothes for me, and washed my clothes.”

Isabella's mouth opened, but no words came out.

“And now you're telling me you can't be a maid?”

He gave her a teasing look.

“You were very good at it for someone who claims to be educated.”

“I didn't have a choice!” she protested.

“Neither do you now.”

He walked toward the wardrobe and glanced at the clothes inside.

“You remember the clothes you bought me? Cheap, weren't they?”

Isabella looked away.

Dante continued, apparently enjoying himself.

“I'm a rich man, yet you made me wear clothes from those little thrift stores.”

He paused, considering it.

“Still, I have to admit something. Those clothes were surprisingly comfortable. I learned that expensive clothes aren't always the best.”

He looked at her again.

“Perhaps I should thank you.”

“Please stop making fun of me!”

Dante laughed softly.

It was strange how easily he found himself teasing her now. He had spent most of his life surrounded by people who feared him, people who obeyed his every command, and people who would never dare speak to him the way Isabella did.

She irritated him.

She challenged him.

And somehow, he wanted to remain beside her just to see what she would do next.

He approached the bed and bent over her.

Isabella instinctively leaned away.

Dante lowered his voice and whispered into her ear.

“And there's one more thing.”

She froze.

“These days, when I take a bath, it doesn't feel the same.”

He smiled against her ear.

“From now on, you'll have to use a sponge and clean every part of my body properly.”

Isabella's face turned bright red.

“W-what are you saying?”

“You heard me.”

She tried to retreat farther across the bed, but the handcuff stopped her.

Dante reached down and caught one of her legs.

Isabella lost her balance.

She moved forward at the same moment he leaned closer.

Their lips brushed lightly.

Both of them froze.

For a fraction of a second, Dante's face turned red.

He stared at her, surprised by his own reaction.

Isabella stared back, equally shocked.

Then Dante quickly straightened.

His expression hardened, and he put on the familiar cruel mask that had made so many people fear him.

“Don't misunderstand anything,” he said coldly.

Isabella looked away, her cheeks still burning.

Dante stepped back.

“You will stay here for one year. During that time, I'll show you exactly who Dante Moretti is.”

His eyes narrowed.

“You'll learn how cruel I can be. And you'll regret what you did to me four months ago.”

“Please, forgive me!” Isabella cried. “I don't want to stay here. Let me go!”

Her eyes filled with tears.

“My grandmother is waiting for me. She'll worry when she finds out I'm gone!”

Dante watched her for a moment.

Then he gave a dismissive wave.

“Your family won't worry.”

Isabella looked at him.

“What?”

“The job offer was arranged by me. We sent the email so your family would believe you had found work and accommodation.”

Her heart sank.

“So... everything was planned?”

“Every bit of it.”

She shook her head in disbelief.

“Please, Mr. Moretti. At least let me see my grandmother. She loves me. She'll be worried about me.”

Dante's expression became unreadable.

“You can see your family when I decide you can. And after one year, if you still don't want to stay here, I'll personally take you back home.”

Isabella stared at him, trying to decide whether he was telling the truth.

“Until then,” he continued, “you will not attempt to escape.”

He paused, allowing the warning to sink in.

“And remember something, Isabella. Your grandmother is still at the Romano mansion.”

Her breathing became shallow.

Dante looked directly into her eyes.

“If you do anything foolish, I can make things very difficult for you.”

He knew perfectly well that the Romano mansion was not surrounded by an army of guards. He was bluffing, using her love for her grandmother to keep her from trying to escape again.

But Isabella did not know that.

She believed every word.

Dante straightened his rob and gave her a proud, almost arrogant look.

“The Romano mansion is surrounded by plenty of guards. Don't even think about doing anything stupid.”

Isabella slowly lowered her head.

She was frightened, trapped, and completely helpless.

Dante watched her for a moment.

Then, when she wasn't looking directly at him, a small smile appeared on his face.

He reached down and gently ruffled her hair.

Isabella looked up in surprise.

Before she could react, he withdrew his hand and laughed in his usual mocking manner.

“Enjoy your new life, Isabella.”

He turned toward the door.

“For another year, you'll still be here in this little hell of yours, working as the personal maid of the Mafia Don.”

Isabella stared at him in shock.

Dante looked back at her one last time, wearing the cruel smile she had come to fear.

The door closed behind him.

And Isabella was left alone in the room, handcuffed to the bed, trapped in the mansion of the very man she had spent four months trying to escape.

She had thought that leaving the Romano mansion would give her a chance at freedom.

Instead, she had walked straight into another prison.

END OF BOOK 4

To be continued...

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