Vito's POV
She is truly beautiful.
The thought struck me with unwelcome clarity as I watched her kneeling beside my wheelchair, her naked form trembling with the aftershocks of what had just transpired. Everyone believes I am diminished, broken by my accident—blind and helpless, a shadow of the man I once was. But my vision is crystal clear, sharp enough to catalog every detail of her humiliation, every flush of shame that painted her skin.
This was exactly what I had intended. Not the s****l display itself—that had been an improvisation, a cruel test designed to break her spirit completely. What I had wanted was submission. Complete, unquestioning surrender to my will. I wanted Isabella Cohen to understand that in the Romano family, she had no voice, no power, no choice but absolute ob
