His To Ruin: The Mafia Don’s Favorite Sin

Chapter 004

ISABELLA

I sit at the dining table, trying to force food into my mouth, but I can barely get it down. My stomach is in knots, and the taste of the food seems to choke me rather than satisfy. I keep pushing it around the plate, pretending to eat, but I’m not fooling anyone, not even myself.

Madam Marilla, the housekeeper, stands off to the side, watching me. She doesn’t have to say anything and I can feel her judging me. She isn’t alone either. Four maids stand behind her, their eyes all on me, making me very uncomfortable.

Yesterday, after Luca brought me here, I was too overwhelmed to process much. But when I first saw the mansion crawling with maids, I was taken aback and happy at the same time because I wouldn’t have to deal with staying alone. Now, seeing how they are just gawking at me, I don’t know how to feel about that.

As I eat, the sound of cars pulling into the driveway reaches my ears and I don’t need to look outside to know who it is.

And then, like clockwork, Luca barges in.

He always barges in like he barged into my life, taking everything from me without so much as a by-your-leave.

The tension shifts when Luca enters the room, and everything about him, from the way he moves to the way the maids bow their heads almost touching the ground in respect, screams power.

I watch him stride over to the table and that’s when I figure that even though his heart is as black as charcoal, he always looks clean. His suit is always perfect and his shoes shiny.

But it isn’t just his appearance that makes him hard to ignore, it is the way he carries himself like the world owes him something.

“How was your night, Miss Isabella?” he asks in a calm voice. He sits down across from me, those blue eyes of his never leaving my face.

I can’t answer him right away. What am I supposed to say? Am I to tell him how I shivered even under layers of blankets? Or how I cried myself to sleep at the thought of belonging to him? Am I supposed to tell him how I prayed he’d drop dead and how disappointed I am to see him this morning?

“Fine,” I whisper instead and continue picking at my food.

Of course it is a lie. I am not fine. Nothing about this situation is fine. But I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me crack.

“Well, I’m glad you’re fine,” he responds, slipping a piece of steak into his mouth with a fork. “The doctor will be here soon to deliver the results of your test.”

I suddenly feel a cold, sick feeling creeping up on me. My grip on the fork tightens and then, it slips from my hand and clatters against the plate. The sound echoes in the silence but Luca just continues eating.

Watching him act so indifferent makes my blood boil, and I desperately wish I could throw something at him. But then I glance at all the bodyguards and stop myself. I doubt anyone could hurt Luca and get away with it, especially not me, who is now his property.

For the first time ever, I wish I’m barren and incapable of carrying a child. That way, Luca’s plan would fail. He would be defeated and that smirk on his face, the one that I hate so much…it would be gone.

I can’t stop the words from slipping out when I ask, “And what would happen if I’m unable to carry your child?”

“I’d find another use for you,” he leans back in his seat. “But pray that you can give me an heir. Because that way, you’ll be able to go back to your old life without scars.”

His words send a shiver down my spine. That is obviously a threat and I want to scream, to push back against everything he is saying. But I just sit silently, and then, the door opens.

The bodyguards step aside, ushering in the doctor. The man immediately bows to Luca, his movements obviously stiff with fear. Everyone is afraid of him and even the doctor can’t hide the nervousness in his eyes.

Luca’s cold voice breaks the silence. “Tell me the result.”

The doctor shifts, visibly uneasy. “Miss Isabella is healthy, Don Luca,” he stammers. “She’s capable of carrying a child.”

I shut my eyes, the words hitting me harder than I expected. I wished for something, anything that would stop this from happening. But now, I am forced to face the reality. Luca is going to get exactly what he wants.

When I open my eyes, I see Luca’s brief smile, the kind that doesn’t reach his eyes, the kind that makes him look like the monster he is. He rarely smiles except when he wants to punish someone or when someone is about to suffer.

He turns to the doctor. “The money will be wired to you. You may leave now.”

The man scurries out as quickly as he can. The maids have barely moved and they look like they are holding their breath as they watch everything unfold.

Once the door closes behind the doctor, I look at Luca.

“What happens now?” I ask with a straight face. “I want to get this whole surrogacy process done and over with so I can repay the debt faster.”

He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. “Surrogate process?”

“Yes,” I reply. “The doctor confirmed I’m healthy. We should start as soon as possible or do you plan to keep me locked up here forever?”

His lips curve into something that could almost be mistaken for amusement. He leans forward, his tone turning darker. “I have no intention of starting a surrogacy process with you.”

I blink in confusion. “What?”

His eyes glint before answering. “Do you think my nephew was born through a surrogate?”

I stare at him, my mind struggling to process what he is implying. “What are you trying to say?”

“It means you’ll birth my son through natural conception.” He reveals.

Instantly, a cold wave hits me, and for a second, I can’t breathe. I slam my hands on the table, my body trembling. The maids flinch, and even Luca doesn’t seem unaffected by my outburst.

“I will never give you my body.” I shout, my voice shaking with anger. “I will never sleep with you!”

Luca smirks, picking up his fork. “But you will, Isabella. You will.”