Isabella stared at Ignazio, her pulse thundering out against her ear.
Those were the sweetest literary words anyone ever said to her and they had her heart thumping against her ribcage. A desire to throw her arms around him and scream her response out to the world nuzzled at her but she heard still, desiring more answers.
“Why did you divorce her?”
The question caught Ignazio surprisingly. He suppressed his merriment and then replied.
“It's a long story.”
“I want to know.” She imposed, and her eyes boldly transmitted to him the anticipation she felt.
Ignazio exhaled softly then took a seat beside her, on the bed.
“When I got to The Republic of Venice, I was not as influential as anyone had thought of me here. I was just a man with money, lots of money, but not enough power and i
