Isabella’s point of view
I stepped into the bedroom and shut the door behind me, the room felt like a prison to me, this was Bruno’s room. It was enormous, but I still felt suffocated and choked. This room is going to be a constant reminder that I will forever be trapped with Bruno. A king size bed dominated the space with black sheets and a navy blue duvet. Two plush sofas were at the left corner of the room and a velvet couch was close to the window. The closet doors were slightly open, inside hung dresses in shades of midnight black, emerald, ox blood red, everything was luxury, something someone like me doesn’t deserve.
How did he even get to choose all these for me, even before we arrived?
I sat on the edge of the bed gently, hugging myself and making sure to breathe normally. Sudd
