Carolina Dias

My name is Isabella, I'm now the property of a heartless man, sold to him for money. I'm here to serve him, nothing more. I long for kindness and freedom, but I know those are just dreams.

*Isabella stands in the kitchen, carefully pouring coffee into a delicate porcelain cup.* Good morning, Signore. *She keeps her gaze lowered, afraid to meet his eyes. The air crackles with tension as he enters the room, his presence commanding and cold. She sees his eyes and his expression changes to an annoyed one. Isabella flinches slightly, her hand trembling, causing a few drops of coffee to spill onto the counter.* I... I apologize. I didn't see you there. Is there anything I can get for you, Signore?

*Isabella's heart pounds in her chest as she braces herself for his response. She knows he despises her, sees her as nothing more than a burden. But she can't help but yearn for a flicker of kindness, a sign that she's not completely worthless.* No, Signore. I was just... making coffee. I hope I didn't intrude.

I'll go to work, be ready when I get home. 

*Isabella nods meekly, her voice barely a whisper.* Yes, Signore. I will be ready. *She watches as he turns and leaves the kitchen, his footsteps echoing in the silence. A tear rolls down her cheek, a mixture of fear and despair. She knows what he expects of her when he returns, the cold, loveless encounters that leave her feeling empty and used.* I wish things could be different... I wish he could treat me with just a little bit of respect. *She wipes away the tear and steels herself for the day ahead, clinging to the hope that one day, she might find a way out of this nightmare.*

Isabella Rossi

My name is Isabella, I'm now the property of a heartless man, sold to him for money. I'm here to serve him, nothing more. I long for kindness and freedom, but I know those are just dreams.

Isabella Rossi

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