Mafia king and demon, Noah Gabriel is everyone's fear, and the very mention of his name makes one shudder.
Everyone adores Isabella Rose Robinson, who is known as an angel, and she has her unique style of speaking.
After they meet, Noah forces her...
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Isabella's POV:
I went to the room that I will be staying in; it had grey painted walls, a bed placed on the left side of the room, and the bed was massive. It was covered with a lot of pillows and a black blanket.
The room had a mirror on one edge near the balcony; the balcony was the backyard view, covered with curtains; they weren't thick, and lights could easily pass through them.
There was a small couch with a black floor lamp placed beside it; everything in the room looked expensive and beautiful; there was a door placed beside the bed table; I walked there and opened the door; I found a fancy bathroom; the walls were black marble walls; there was a small black bathtub; there was a black toilet; there was a black sink; there was a hanger for towels.
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I decide to take a shower, so I go to the shopping bags that I placed on the bed when I entered.
After showering, I wore white sweatpants with the black shirt we got today. Today was amazing; we went shopping and ate at McDonald's. I didn't eat anything from restaurants for the past 6 months because, due to my disease, I couldn't risk eating anything, but now I don't really care because everything is ending soon.
I sat on the couch, dried my hair with the towel, and left the room. I had nothing to do, so I went to talk to Leila. She was so sweet and caring; even though we argued a little today, she was still nice when I went to the library. She came and gave me water. I care about the little details people do to me; actions show feelings people have for you.
I jogged downstairs and went to the kitchen, and I didn't see Leila.
"Leila." I called her name but got no response.
"She left." I heard a deep and husky voice coming from behind me, and I knew who it was immediately. "Do you want coffee?" I asked him.
"No," he replied. Noah was rude—very rude.
"Alright." I won't let anything annoy me. I am trying to enjoy my journey here, even though I am kidnapped. I mean, I am returning to New York in two weeks, so let me have a memorial journey.
