Chapter 2
ISABELLA’S POV
The morning sunlight cut through the curtains, dragging me back to reality. My body was still trembling from last night, though no climax had ever come. Shame and anger gnawed at me in equal measure. I curled into myself, silk sheets clinging to my bare skin, hating how wet I still was even in the aftermath.
A soft knock came, and the door creaked open. One of the maids stepped in, bowing slightly as she set a tray down, coffee, fruit, pastries. “Breakfast, miss.”
I sat up, wrapping the sheets tighter around me. My voice cracked when I asked, “Where’s Dominic?”
“He left early for a meeting.”
The words sparked something wild in my chest. Hope. Freedom. My chance.
The moment the maid closed the door behind her.
I stood up and slipped into the sim
