Chapter 9 Terms And Conditions

•ISABELLA•

No one said a word in the car to his house.

I looked out of the window, feeling sorry for myself and just wishing that I had run away from home before all this happened.

It was one thing to be forcefully married to someone and to be auctioned off to a notorious mafia lord like Antonio.

He was my nightmare. Though I did not dare to show it.

There was a reason why people feared him and never wanted to be close to him.

There was a reason why he treated his girls like trash but was still able to get anyone he wanted.

I did not want to find out all those reasons myself. I wanted out before I found myself entangled with him.

"You won't go anywhere without my saying so, angel. Do you understand?" He hissed as he pinned me against the door after we got inside the house.

I wanted to spit on his face and see what he was going to do about it because he did not own me like he thought he did.

But no, I decided not to. It was too early for me to dig my own grave when I still had no plan for how I was going to get myself out of his life for good.

"I will go anywhere I want to go, and there is nothing that you can do about it," I challenged him.

He smirked as he placed both of his hands above me and kept me locked in. His leather scent made me swallow.

"I love the fire in you, angel. Have you ever wondered why I chose you over all the girls that throw themselves at me?" His eyes locked with mine.

"I don't care what sick reason you chose me, Antonio. I want to go home. I don't want to be here," I huffed.

He looked at me sternly, causing the hair at the back of my neck to stand up. Then he leaned down and sniffed my hair. Gosh, he was making me so nervous.

"You are mine now, angel. You are never leaving." His response sounded more of a threat than a promise.

"Then, you leave me no choice. I will do whatever it takes to escape from you," I answered back.

"I'd like to see you try, angel. I'm a very patient and tolerant man when it comes to you," he smirked.

***

While we were having dinner and stealing glances at each other across the table, he got up from his chair and then came back with a document in his hand and a pen.

He placed it next to me on the table, and "Marriage Contract" was written boldly on the heading.

I looked at him as he went to sit down on his chair and placed the fork on my plate. I was so hungry at first but suddenly felt full.

"A marriage contract?" I asked after swallowing my food.

"Yes, angel. Go through it, and if you have any questions, I will be happy to answer you," he took his wine glass and drank from it.

I scoffed, pushed my plate to the center of the table, and went through the marriage contract. His signature was already on every page.

"Oh, if I want out of this so-called marriage, I will have to pay 75% of the money that you paid to my father?" I asked, looking at him.

"Yes, do you think you can handle it?" He flashed me a mischievous grin.

If he meant I could handle paying 37.5 million dollars to free myself from him, then he knew the answer to that.

I scoffed and just continued skimming through the document.

First, I was to be married to him for 5 years before I could decide to walk away from him.

Then it stated that if during our marriage, I got pregnant and bore him an heir, I would be entitled to receive a spousal allowance of ten million dollars a year even after we parted.

"Are we allowed to see other people?" I asked him while avoiding eye contact.

He cleared his throat, commanding my attention. I lifted my eyes and looked at him, my heart thumping hard against my chest wall.

"How can my wife be allowed to see anyone but her husband?"

The way he said it and the way his voice sounded caused my heart to flutter.

His voice was bold and husky, and I tried my level best not to show that I liked it.

"I am only your wife because this paper says so," I responded.

Oh, I was playing with fire, and I was starting to feel the heat of it. I just could not keep my mouth shut.

I found pleasure in knowing that I tormented him the way he was tormenting me.

"Once your signature is sealed in that paper, you are mine."

I smirked and folded my arms on my chest. "Then I won't sign it because I don't want to be your wife."

I was giggling inside because I could see him suffering. I was making things harder for him than he thought I would be able to.

I wanted to see how far he could go to make me his wife. I wanted -

He interjected my thoughts. "Sign it, Isabella." He commanded me.

"No, I don't want to."

"Don't make me force you to sign it."

"I want to see you try," I tempted him.

He got up from his chair and walked slowly toward me.

My heart was beating so fast that I imagined my beating heart on his hand as he watched my dead body on the floor.

I swallowed when he reached my side and extended his hand.

I took it and got up from my chair, and when we were inches close, he pulled me to his chest and whispered into my ear.

"If you don't sign it, I will extend the marriage contract to 10 years, and the longer you delay signing it, the longer you and I are going to be in this house together. How does that sound, angel?"

I pulled away from him with a groan. "You're sick," I took the pen and quickly scribbled my signatures on the document.

"Here," I grumbled as I pushed the document into his chest. He took it and smirked.

"Well done, angel. That wasn't so hard."

"Asshole," I mumbled as I left and went upstairs to my room.