Fear Of Flying
1622 Words
Isabella's POV
" I can't just pack up and leave the country!" I said to him.
" Why not?" he asked me.
" What do you mean? Why not? I have a job in case you forgot," I said to him.
" Oh, I've already sent in your resignation letter," he said to me.
" You did what?" I asked him, surprised and shocked that he would do something like that.
" You're my wife, and no wife of mine is going to work," he said to me.
Okay, maybe I didn't think through what I was doing. Getting married to a complete stranger is not the brightest idea I have had so far.
" And when did we discuss that? Don't you think that we should have spoken about this before you did that?" I asked him.
" You should read our prenup," he said.
" What?" I said and took out the copy of the prenup from my purse.
" Page 3," he said casually and took out his phone.
I went to the page and read through it. Not only was I not allowed to work, but I would get a million dollars every month.
I will also be getting two houses, five cars, a private jet, and a business of my own.
" Dante... This is too much," I said with a heavy heart.
" Why are you doing all of this? Ten million is what we agreed upon. This is more than what we agreed upon," I said to him.
" Ten million at the end of one year, I didn't say anything about what would happen during the course of our marriage," he said to me.
" Still, we can't just pack up and go to Italy," I said to him.
" But we can, you don't have a job anymore, no family and no friends, what's keeping you here?" he said to me.
" How do you know that?" I asked him.
We only met a couple of nights ago, and I haven't told him anything about myself or my family.
" I have my ways," he said to me.
" We're here," he said to me. I looked outside the window, and we were at a private hangar. There was a beautiful golden jet.
" Dante! How can I just go to Italy? I don't have my passport, I didn't even pack anything!" I said to him.
I might not have anyone to report to, but I do need clothes to change into, especially if I'm going to meet his family.
" Don't worry about your passport or clothes. Everything is sorted," he said to me.
" What do you mean everything is sorted?" I asked him.
" I just need you to trust me, Isabella, for the next year, you're my responsibility, I will make sure that you always have what you need, now can we go? We need to take off in a few minutes," he said and got out of the car.
He wasn't giving me much of a choice. Like it or not, I am now his wife. For the next year, I belong to him. At least, that is what the marriage contract says. But I know that I won't be around for that long.
A few minutes later, we were in the air with six other people. His security detail who all spoke Italian.
" You can rest up there if you like. It's going to be a long flight," he said to me.
" No, I'll be fine here..." I said to him. I was sweating because I was nervous. I guess I should have told him about my fear of flying.
" Bella, you seem flustered. Are you sure that you're okay?" he asked me.
" Yeah, I'm just a little bit afraid of flying..." I said to him.
" First time on a plane?" he asked me.
" Yes..." I said to him. My breath was shaky, and my palms were sweaty.
He unbuckled his safety belt and came to my seat. He did the same with mine. He looked at me deep into my eyes and said.
" Come with me,"
I put my hand on his palm and stood up. Though I was still a bit nervous, holding his hand gave me some comfort. He sat down and sat me on top of him, my head on his shoulder. He smelled good, sandalwood, musk, and a scent. I couldn't put my head around it.
I felt relaxed in his arms, and before I knew it, I was out like a light.
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Dante's POV
" Hello," I said on the phone. We were just minutes away from landing.
" Dante... When are you coming home?" my mother asked over the phone.
" I'll be there soon," I said.
" Good..." she said, sounding happy.
" The Cramer's are going to be so happy to hear that you're coming back home," she said to me.
" I don't think that they will be as happy as you think," I said to her.
" Look, I explained that you were going through some things, they understand, the engagement is back on," she said to me.
" That won't be necessary," I said to her.
" What? Dante, you're thirty years old, have no wife, and have no kids! You're the leader of this family. You need to produce an heir soon!" she said to me.
" Mother, I will see you when I get there," I said and hung up the phone.
My father left a clause in his will that he wanted me to marry. My mother thought it would be best to marry the Cramer girl. Without my consent; she asked for their daughter's hand in marriage on my behalf.
Of course, they agreed right away. I am, after all, of a royal bloodline, and we are the wealthiest and most popular family in my hometown. Everyone wants to associate themselves with us.
Not that there is anything wrong with the Cramer girl. She is indeed beautiful, but she's not my choice, and I am looking for a permanent partner at the moment.
That is why I chose Isabella. According to my father's wishes, the marriage should last at least a year. With Isabella, things are going to be simple.
" Sir, we will be touching down in ten minutes. Perhaps you could wake your wife up," Leo said to me.
Leo is my right-hand man and number one bodyguard, but above all, he is my best friend.
" I'll wake her up after everything has been loaded into the cars," I said to him.
" Speaking of which, did you tell your mother that you are married?" he asked me.
" No, it's a surprise," I said to him.
" Really now?" he said with a sarcastic laugh.
" What else could it be?" I said to him.
" Maybe it could be the fact that you know that your mother won't approve of this marriage. Isabella is a beautiful girl, but she's young, and she's not like us," he said to me.
" Why does it matter if she's not like us? My father said that I should get married for a year, and he didn't say whom I should marry. My mother should be happy that I am doing what's expected of me," I said to him.
" Well, did you at least prepare Isabella for what she's walking into?" he asked me.
" Isabella is a city girl from New York City, I'm sure that she can handle herself pretty well," I said to him.
******* Bella's POV
" Isabella..." Someone called out my name and shook me softly.
When I opened my eyes, a handsome face was staring back at me. After a few seconds of confusion, I finally remembered that I was married to him.
" We're here," He said to me.
" Okay," I said and stretched out my hands.
I got out of bed and took my shoes in my hand. I made my way out of the plane, and when I reached the bottom of the stairs, Dante carried me to his car.
" So, tell me about your family," I asked him.
" There's nothing much to tell. You'll meet my mother, my younger brother, and sister," he said to me.
" You don't share much of yourself, do you?" I said to him.
" No, I normally don't," he said to me.
" Fine, so did you tell them about me?" I asked him.
" Not exactly..." he said to me.
" So you're just going to show up with a stranger in your arms and tell them that you're married?" I said to him.
" Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do," he said to me dryly.
" Dante, don't you think that you should have at least told your mother that we're married?" I asked him.
" I am a grown man, I don't have to tell my mother anything. You're my wife, and that's final," he said to me.
I didn't say anything after that. I just kept quiet and looked out the window as the car drove us through a narrow road into the beautiful countryside.
" What about you?" he said to me.
" What about me?" I asked him.
" Are you going to tell your mother that you're married?" he asked me.
With that question, the memories of the last day I saw my mother came flashing through my mind. We didn't exactly end things on a good note.
" I haven't spoken to my mother in four years," I said to him dryly.
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