Chapter 2 No.2

Isabella Harrison POV

The silence in the drawing room was absolute, heavy with the weight of a shattered hierarchy.

Elia Harrison sat like a statue carved from glacial ice. Her dark eyes, sharp and unforgiving, cut through Barrett's feigned humility and Carla's smug, triumphant smile. She didn't scream. A true Donna never needed to raise her voice to execute a threat.

"Mr. Bradshaw," Elia's voice was a lethal whisper, devoid of any warmth. "Since you have made your choice, take your 'fiancée' out of my sight. This farce is over."

Barrett's confident posture faltered. "Donna Elia, I assure you-"

"Get out," Elia commanded, the sheer force of her authority leaving no room for negotiation. She looked at Carla, her gaze stripping the girl of any remaining dignity. "Both of you. You are no longer of concern to this main house."

The fleeting victory on Carla's face dissolved into pale uncertainty as Barrett hastily ushered her out of the room. They had won their petty prize, completely oblivious to the fact that they had just been exiled from the family's core.

Before the heavy oak doors could fully close, the Head Butler stepped into the room, his usual composure fractured. "Donna Elia. Mr. Russo is here."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop another ten degrees. Mr. Russo, the Consigliere of the Gallo Family-the ruthless syndicate that controlled the East Side docks. He didn't wait to be invited. He stepped into the drawing room, his tailored suit and predatory grace a stark contrast to Barrett's cheap political ambition.

"Donna Elia," Mr. Russo murmured, bowing his head slightly. He glanced at the doorway where Barrett had just retreated, a knowing, dangerous smile playing on his lips. "A minor hiccup in your parlor? A pity. But perhaps, a stroke of luck for the Gallo family."

Elia stiffened, her survival instincts instantly overriding her previous fury. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit, Mr. Russo?"

"My Don sends his regards," Russo said smoothly, though his dark eyes bypassed Elia and locked directly onto me. The weight of his stare was suffocating. "He believes it is time to solidify the borders between our territories. A union. He proposes his second son, Kyle Gallo, takes a Harrison bride."

It wasn't a proposal. It was a command wrapped in velvet. To refuse a Don's offer was a declaration of war-a war the Harrison family could not afford right now.

Elia's mind worked with terrifying speed. I could see the exact moment she weighed the humiliation of Carla's betrayal against the lethal danger of the Gallos. Survival as justice.

"Carla has just ruined her prospects," Elia said, her voice regaining its ironclad composure. "But to show our utmost respect to the Gallo Don, we offer our most precious jewel. My eldest, Isabella."

Russo's smile widened into something chillingly satisfied. Without missing a beat, he reached into his breast pocket and withdrew a thick, cream-colored parchment. A marriage contract.

He placed it on the mahogany table. I could see Kyle Gallo's name already penned in bold, aggressive strokes. The line for the bride's name, however, was completely blank. They had come prepared. They knew exactly how this would play out, as if an unseen hand was orchestrating my descent from one hell into another.

Under my silent, burning gaze, Elia Harrison unscrewed her gold fountain pen and signed my life away.

By the time I returned to my bedroom suite, the adrenaline had faded, leaving a hollow, freezing numbness in its wake. I reached for a glass of water on my vanity, but my fingers betrayed me. The crystal slipped, shattering against the hardwood floor.

My assistant, Clara, rushed in at the sound, her face streaked with tears. "Miss Isabella! I heard the servants whispering. Kyle Gallo is a monster! He keeps a dancer as a mistress, and he already has two bastard children. They are sending you to a slaughterhouse!"

"Quiet, Clara," Sofia, my other assistant, snapped from the doorway. Her eyes gleamed with a pragmatic, calculating light. "He is a Gallo. The wealth, the power-you will be the lady of a true empire. Barrett Bradshaw was a peasant compared to the Gallo bloodline."

I stared at the broken shards of glass, their voices fading into background noise. A gilded cage was still a cage, whether it was built by a politician or a mafia prince. Carla thought she had stolen my future, but she had only handed me a more dangerous battlefield.

I took a slow, steadying breath, the panic receding into a cold, hard resolve. I would marry Kyle Gallo. I would step into their empire, play the obedient pawn, and the moment I found their weakness, I would file for an annulment and tear my freedom from their hands.

But to survive a war, a soldier needed a war chest. I turned toward the door, my mind already calculating my next move. I needed to pay my grandmother a private visit before the ink on that contract even dried.