**ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW**

The morning felt heavier than usual. I woke up with a slight headache and a mild ache between my legs from last night in the penthouse. My wrist was still throbbing where Matteo had grabbed me. I stared at the ceiling for a long time before forcing myself to get up.

I chose a long-sleeved blouse to hide the bruise that was starting to appear on my wrist. After getting dressed, I went downstairs. Matteo was already at the table, checking his phone. He looked up when