Free Web NovelChapter 12: End it!
"If you don’t agree, then leave!" he said. But of course, Isadora couldn’t leave. If she did, it would be like willingly surrendering herself into the hands of Tiberio, the old perverted man who wanted her.
Still, Dante’s terms were too much to handle, even as she found herself opening her mouth to speak. "One child?" she asked, fully aware that she was making a mistake even as the words slipped out, but unable to think of anything else to stop herself.
"One child. The gender doesn’t matter," he told her firmly.
"I agree," she whispered. The words were soft, barely audible, but the weight they carried felt like she had just sealed her fate in stone.
Dante instantly rose from the table he had been leaning on and walked back to his seat behind it. He sat down, picked up a fresh sheet of paper, and began to write slowly, carefully, each stroke deliberate. For a while he continued, then he stopped and passed the paper over to her.
"The first address is where I expect your family to move. The second one is where you will go, since we’ll have to marry immediately," he explained.
Isadora’s mouth fell open as she stretched out her hand to collect the paper. Her eyes widened the moment she looked at it and saw the addresses he had written down. These were not ordinary homes but estates, places where mansions were built—far beyond what she had imagined.
She bobbed her head up and down, nodding quickly to show she understood, even though her stunned expression betrayed how difficult it was to process everything he had just told her.
"I’m guessing you’ll also need a few men," Dante continued. He reached for the phone, dialed, and spoke for a few brief moments before setting it down again. Fabio, whom he had sent out earlier, walked back in seconds later with two men behind him. They were immaculately dressed, their suits sharp, their shoes polished, but their bulky builds made it clear they were not men who worked ordinary nine-to-five jobs.
"They’ll follow you and get you settled. Fabio will also provide you with anything you need," Dante said matter-of-factly. Isadora only nodded again, her voice caught in her throat.
Every time she wanted to ask a question, Dante seemed to anticipate it. Whatever she thought to say, he was always one step ahead, answering before she had the chance to voice it.
"Is there anything else you need?" he asked at last, leaning back in his chair and fixing his dark, steady gaze on her.
Isadora shook her head, but then froze. Suddenly, she opened her mouth again, words spilling out before she could stop them. "Yo—your number! I need your number to contact you," she said, her voice lower than she wanted it to be.
Without hesitation, he picked up her phone, which was still lying on the table. His long fingers moved swiftly over the screen as he typed, then he handed it back to her.
"You can save it under whatever name you like," he told her simply.
She didn’t pause for even a second. She saved it under the name Bully. It was the only thing that came to her mind.
Dante said nothing else. He bent over the papers on his desk again, his movements curt, final, making it perfectly clear that the conversation was over and that he expected her to leave.
Everything about the way he conducted himself was so methodical, so precise, that Isadora found it hard to believe he would ever truly want to sleep with her, even for the sake of making her bear a child.
The very idea that he might one day choose to share a bed with her seemed inconceivable. Slowly, the heavy agitation in her heart began to fade away.
If he ever changed his mind, then that would be his decision. For now, what mattered was that she had secured what she wanted—her family’s safety. That was all that counted. In her mind, she convinced herself that in a week or two Tiberio would lose interest, forget about her, and find another girl—someone younger, more beautiful, more fitting than she was.
Led by Fabio, she headed out of the office, the two bodyguards following close behind. They walked slowly toward the exit, her footsteps quiet and measured. Many people turned their heads, curiosity flashing in their eyes as they watched her being escorted out. But Isadora didn’t care.
Relief poured through her in waves so powerful she thought she might burst into tears at the very thought that she would not be sold to an old mafia lord capable of doing terrible, unthinkable things to her.
And as if fate wished to brighten her day even further, Fabio led her toward a sleek black car parked outside. Its polished surface gleamed like glass, its shape elegant and sporty—an expensive machine she had never even dreamed of stepping into before. free𝑤ebnovel.com
He gestured toward the door, and she didn’t hesitate. She climbed in, quickly giving Fabio and the driver the address of her house.
But just as she finished speaking, Fabio’s voice cut in, surprising her. He sat at a deliberate distance, making it clear that he wanted nothing personal with her. He was only following orders.
"I’m guessing you managed to make some sort of deal with Dante, my boss," he said evenly.
Isadora nodded. That much was obvious. But then Fabio went on, and his next words made her head snap toward him.
"...Finish it. Do what you promised, and end it. It’s for your own good," he said with such seriousness that, though Isadora would have preferred to laugh it off, a chill of fear crept slowly into her chest, freezing her in place.
"The faster, the better. My boss is not someone you want to be associated with," he continued. After that, he said nothing more as the car began to move, steady but swift.
Isadora was not ready to leave it at that, not when the promise she had made was something she had no real intention of fulfilling.
There were many ways for a woman to avoid pregnancy without the man ever realizing.
"Why do you say that? Because I’m poor?" she asked, even though deep inside she suspected his warning had nothing to do with money at all.
"Just listen to me. If you don’t, you’ll regret it," Fabio replied with finality. His tone made it clear he would not speak further.
