Chapter 33-I'm Not Going Back
Isabella's POV “I had to call him.” I whispered, the phone still clutched tight in my hand. I probably looked like a thief caught red-handed. My heart slammed against my ribs as I stood there in the fitting room, frozen under Massimo’s stare. “Call who?” he asked. His voice was deadly calm, the kind that made the air feel heavier, like the room itself was holding its breath. “My best friend, Raffaele,” I said quickly, trying to keep my voice steady. “I knew he would be worried about me, so I just had to borrow a phone to call him. I swear I didn’t tell him where I am. I just told him I was doing fine.” Massimo’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he stepped closer. Each step felt like a predator closing in. He took the phone from my hand without asking, lifting it toward my face like it was
- Writer
