Isabella POV If I had to listen to one more old man tell me how to live my life or to smile more, I was going to shoot someone. This was my fifth meeting of the day and I was ready to just go home and sleep for a week…..or die. My best friend / assistant Arianna was walking behind me, her heels clicking harshly on the expensive marble floor. She clearly knew what I was thinking because the next thing I knew I was being dragged towards the lifts instead of the meeting room. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked as we got inside and she pressed on the ground floor button. “We are not going anywhere, I’m going back to the meeting room and telling them that the CEO had an emergency and I will be sitting in her place, while you are going home and relaxing.” “You know I can’t, I still have so much to do!” “I will take care of everything okay, just do me a favour and go home, you look like you’re going to fall over any moment now.” I just shook my head fondly at Arianna, she was one

Isabella POV The minute my parents left I started packing, all traces of tiredness and hunger were gone, call me crazy, but I wanted to leave as soon as tonight because who knows what tricks my parents had up their sleeves to get me to bend to their will. If they got my brother to come and convince me to marry that douche then I knew my resolve would crumble. I would do anything for my brother, he was the one person who has always protected me and was there for me. I tried packing light, but how do you choose which Louis Vuitton bag to take or which Gucci belt looked better, the deep black one or the raven black one! So, in the end I had three suitcases filled to the brim with designer items that I just couldn’t bear to part with. However, in the middle of my packing I realized something, how did my parents know I was going to be home early today? I had never told them, and that too I was home 3 hours earlier today, so where they expecting to just wait three hours or did someone s

Isabella POV “Hey Ava, It’s Isabella. I was wondering if you knew anything about the welcoming committee that just greeted me as soon as I stepped foot in Italy, because believe me they weren’t the flower and chocolate type of guys. More like the I’ll kidnap you and tie you to a chair so you love me type.” I knew I was rambling nonsense at this point so I tried to take a few deep breaths like my therapist showed me so I could calm the fuck down and not have a panic attack while on the phone. “Wait what the hell are you talking about? OMG ARE YOU IN ROME!!!” “Of course, that’s what you choose to focus on, not on the fact that I practically got mauled by some bear ass looking men, who looked like the dollar tree version of men in black.” “Right sorry, I just got so excited that you’re finally in the same country and time zone as me that I kind of forgot about that.” I just smiled fondly to myself, I’ve known Ava for approximately 5 years now and we’ve been very good friends for 4