Chapter 10

Isabella’s POV There was no time for me to change my clothes. I went straight to the address where I needed to be. Moretti Empire. The building rose in steel and glass with sharp lines curving through the clouds—arrogant and tall, holding its power. Wind whispers around the edges in constant hush as it looks endless from where I’m standing. Breathtaking, as it should be. The fact that I am here shows my surrender. I embraced my defeat for a more important gain. My heartbeat was louder than my steps—so clear, so sharp, so intense. The sleek, spacious, and elegant design of the interior welcomed me—screaming luxury, but it wasn’t the reason I’m here. “I’m here for Mr. Matteo Moretti.” The calm and composed reception staff standing behind the wooden reception desk, detailed with sleek glass, checked me thoroughly. Her eyes lost their professionalism. “Mr. Matteo doesn’t accept visitors like you, miss.” I was taken aback. “Visitors like…me?” I made a short pause. “And what’s that supposed