Isabella POV
I stood in the DeLuca mansion’s private study wearing nothing but a sheer black robe and heels.
Carlo DeLuca’s successor — his ruthless nephew, Matteo — sat behind the massive desk, eyes devouring me like fresh meat.
“You really came,” he said, voice thick with lust and victory. “Rossi’s little pet, offering herself up to save his crumbling empire.”
My stomach twisted, but I kept my chin high. “You release your claim on his territories in the south side. All of them. In return… I’m yours. Fully. I’ll marry you if you want. Just let him live.”
Matteo smiled coldly and stood up. “Strip. Let me see what I’m getting.”
My hands shook as I let the robe fall. I was completely naked underneath. His gaze burned across my breasts, my stomach, the faint bruises Lorenzo had left on
