Chapter 2 His possession

Isabella's POV

Alone in my room, I lay on the bed, staring at the ornate ceiling in tears. The luxury that surrounded me felt like a mockery of my predicament.

I was here and I couldn't leave.

Just the thought made me release a laugh, mocking myself and my shitty situation.

"This is all your fault!" I yelled into the only picture I had of my parents which I had carefully snuck into the mansion. I wasn't allowed to bring in anything, not even fucking clothes! But I was able to keep the picture because I hid inside my clothes.

This was all their fault, my parents. Why did they die? How the fuck did they die?!!!

They just left me to face this world on my own, with a failing company... This was not fair!

"You shouldn't have gone now, you left me all alone in this world." I cried, clutching the picture even tighter in my hands.

This and the company were the last things I had to remember them; the rest of the things they owned would be given to my uncle and my sister, Lucia. She was still so young, she would definitely be devasted right now... And the worst part of these was that I couldn't leave to see her.

"I'm sorry Lucy... But I'm doing this for us."

The company can't fail; I won't let it. Even if it means staying in a dangerous man's house and doing unthinkable things, I'll do it.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread. My new life was shrouded in shadows, and the path ahead was fraught with challenges. The fear of the unknown weighed heavily on me, and I could only hope that somehow, I would find a way to navigate this dark new world.

...

The beauty of the Ferraro mansion felt more like a cage with each passing day.

Today was the third day in this huge house and I was starting to get the hang of it.

I did nothing here really, just roam around the house with a smile on my face trying to convince the servants that work here that I was okay; even though they didn't ask, I could see the question in their eyes.

But there was one thing I was really grateful about; Antonio never came home.

When I first got here, I had thought my first night would be a nightmare with screaming and crying in pain of being molested, but nothing like that happened, even with the following nights.

It turned out, Antonio left her a business trip that night of the party, and hasn't come back.

Isn't that great?!

I also heard from one of the maids... well the only maid who actually talk to me unlike the others who just look at me with worry, anger or curiosity and leave... Elena said that he always did stuffs like that.

He could go in trips for weeks, sometimes even months and not come back.

Deep down inside, I knew it was not the regular business trips wealthy men got for, Mr Ferraro wasn't just an average billionaire.

Elena confirmed most of the rumors I had heard about him, and they were more than terrifying.

She spoke of his ruthless power and unyielding control, and now, being in his world, those rumors seemed to have a darker edge.

The other servants were jealous because at first they thought I was one of them, and so did I but then I wasn't allowed to do any chores and they just suddenly started calling me young miss... That was when I realized the difference.

It then became clear to me that my extended family hadn't just sold me to servitude in exchange for help for the company; they had sold me to be his possession, to fulfill his most private needs. The very thought made my stomach churn, but I kept on holding the fact that Antonio was almost never around. There wouldn't be a time for him to use me.

I now understood why he smirked that night when I told him what I was here for... He knew better.

"It won't be that long Isa." I said to myself closing my eyes, then my younger sister's pretty face popped into my head.

I just hoped someone was with her right now, she must be devasted.

"Young Ms, you look happy today." I heard someone say behind me.

I opened my eyes and then turned around.

It was Elena.

My smile got wider as I walked towards the maid. "Elena, how many times have I told you not to call me young miss? My name is Isabella"

She shook her head almost immediately. "I dare not call you my your name, the boss could have my head."

Yeah, as if he cares about that. I inwardly rolled my eyes.

"I just came to inform you about the party this evening..."

Party? My eyes closed and then opened slowly as my brain processed what she said.

"Party? Wasn't there one when I came here few days ago?" I just had to ask.

What was with rich people and throwing parties?

Despite the fact that my family was well to do, we never threw unnecessary banquets and parties lile this.

' You can't compare the wealth of the Moreno's to the Ferraro's, or actually any other person who attended his parties '

"We have to get you ready."

Ready?

Oh, there was another thing I found fascinating, shocking and very troubling, and that was my room.

The first day I stayed there, I was too tired from all the tears I had shed to look around. When I did the next day, I found out that the room already had all I needed. From the toiletries to the clothes and even down to the underwear! And the worst part was that, they were all my freaking size!!!

It's explainable to know my size of clothes fine, but underwear?

"...Young miss are you listening?" Elena shook my shoulders bringing me back to reality.

"I said we have to get you ready."

Memories of the party few days ago came back to me, the way the guests looked at me as if I was trash... No, I couldn't bear that again.

I suddenly held on to Elena's hands grabbing it tightly. "Do... Do I have to attend this party? I can just stay upstairs in my room and pretend to be invisible." I begged.

Elena eyes widened in shock, but she recovered quickly and shook her head. "I'm sorry, it was the boss's orders to get you prepared for the party."

The boss's orders? That meant Antonio right?

W.. why would he want me to go to the party?

I suddenly became afraid and my breathing uneven.

Does that mean he was going to be there? Was he coming back?!