Yes, Sir (1)

Isabella’s POV

The black iron gates of the Valetti estate opened, welcoming me back like an old prison. I hadn’t wanted to return, not ever in my life but six months after my mother’s sudden death, the lawyers had been brutally clear: my trust fund was frozen until I turned twenty-five, and the only person with the power to release any part of it early was my stepfather — Nica Valetti .

So here I was. Twenty-two, financially ruined, and walking back into the mansion I swore I’d never enter again.

The moment I stepped into the vast marble foyer, dragging my suitcase behind me, I felt...