Isla POV
I sat on the bed staring blankly at nothingness, the morning air felt cool to my skin, but my inside was burning and in great turmoil.
I pressed my hand against my eyes and head throbbing from headache I got from the constant crying I have engaged in for the past two days.
I looked around the room and never felt more like a prisoner, I never expected my married life to be this pathetic.
As a child, have pictured a love magical, the ones I had watched on TV that had always ended happily ever after, just like the relationship my parents had till their deaths.
But I was forced to see the world from another angle after their untimely departure, how people lived a loveless marriage. But then, I ended up just like them, even in a more dangerous one.
Releasing a prolonged yawn, I shifted uncomfortably in the bed.
The feeling of loneliness is killing me slowly and as each second passes, my spirit fades away.
My thought wandered back to my treacherous sister, and a new wave of sadness hit me.
I want nothing more than to leave this cage and confront Celeste right now and ask her why, maybe even teaching her a lesson or two, giving her a taste of her own medicine or slapping senses into her head.
"She didn't deserve my love" I thought bitterly to myself.
I couldn't bring myself to do anything and I was about to be curled back into bed and resume my routine of crying when the door to my room suddenly flew open.
Dante walked in, looking handsome as ever, and just like always his expression remains indifferent and cladded his armour of coldness on tightly.
He didn't come for breakfast this morning and I was too tired to get curious, I had only eaten my breakfast in silence.
I looked directly into his eyes and for the first time, I didn't feel intimidated by his dark and hooded gaze.
The only thing I feel now is renewed frustration, I felt it bubbling, rising up to my chest.
He slowly advance towards me and spoke in a low authoritative voice, "I need you to pack your bags, we are leaving."
"Hmm…" I answered tiredly.
I saw a look of confusion on his face and that was when my brain properly translated what he just said.
Wait… What?
'What does he have in mind this time?'
'Why is he taking me to?'
My thoughts wandered off.
His simple words stirred up something in me and I found my lost courage. I rose up as I spoke in a gentle tone.
"Dante" I called him for the first time with his name.
"Please, can you just let me go" I said pleadingly. I saw Dante's expression change into anger.
"What is it with trying to run off, can't you see I'm trying to save your life?" he answered with a hint of frustration in his voice.
"I refuse to go anywhere with you, I have my right, I'm human with feelings of my own, you can't keep me here forever without my consent" I yelled.
His expression moved from indifference to a smirk that held on the corner of his face.
And I feel disgusted, I hated him, I hated Celeste, I hated Lucas, even the dead enforcer was not spared, I hated everyone that got me into this situation.
Dante kept looking at me still with the wicked smirk on his face and uttered no word, it was as if he loves seeing me in turmoil.
The thought of running away flashed through my mind, but how will I leave through the gate of the mansion which is heavily guarded by both human and security codes. I know it will be nearly impossible and a suicide mission.
I don't want to die yet, no matter how crazy the whole situation is, I want to live, I resolve into begging once more, this time sounding more frantic.
"Please ...please, I promise to be good, I promise to keep everything to myself" I said like a child begging to be bought a new toy.
"I will repay my debts to you, even to Lucas, please just set me free" I continued.
" I just want my normal life back, I promise to not bring trouble to your doorstep…. I beg of you Dante" I finished with tears clouding my eyes.
"Now you speak my name, tell me Isla, who is it you want to go back to, so badly that makes you want to risk your survival, I guess you still don't get it, your fucking sister sold you off without hesitation, do you think going back out there will favour you, I assure you will be dead in a bit and I can't afford that happening, you are my wife and I protect anything mine" he declared in an authoritative voice.
His words crushed my soul, I feel helpless and short of words, I knew even if I kept pleading with him, it will only fall on deaf ears. To think of it, I have no one I'm going back to and that fact makes me more upset. To know he's right hurts but nevertheless, I am not an item for bargain. Having no strength or will to fight, I watched him helplessly.
"Pack your bags" he said and left the room.
His command hit me Iike a cold wave, I fall on my knees, realizing no one is coming to save me, I held my face with my hands and cried profusely.
Where exactly is he taking me to?
Is there an end to this misery?