Isabella stared at the contract, her mind racing.
If she signed this, she was trapped. Bound by legal terms that gave Dimitri absolute power over her presence in the city.
If she didn't sign, she had to leave. Go back to Rome. Admit complete defeat.
"How long do I have to decide?" she asked.
"You don't." Dimitri slid a pen across the desk. "Sign it now. Or the car waiting downstairs takes you to the airport instead of your hotel."
She picked up the pen.
Hated herself for it.
But she picked it up.
And she signed.
Isabella Russo, in her practiced, elegant script.
Binding herself to terms that gave Dimitri Valentino the power to end her life without consequence.
Dimitri took the contract, filed it away. "Good. Now that we have that settled, let me make one thing absolutely clear."
He stood, walked around the desk, stopped directly in front of her chair.
