Chapter 52. 

 IGNAZIO’S POV.   I stared at the files in front of me. They were packed in bundles and my secretary had brought them to me, they were confidential files about the upcoming casino project that I intend to work on, but guess what? They were the last thing on my mind at the moment. The only thing that ran in and out of my thoughts was Isabella.   I have lost count of how many freqking times I had tried to control my mind from thinking about her, unfortunately, I was stuck at making progress with this.   Isabella had been the constant thought of my everyday life, in fact, my every minute is filled with thoughts about her. I can barely go a minute without thoughts of her, and yes I can barely go a day without talking to her, or even hearing her voice after leaving the house.   This was becoming explainable, carrying around the thoughts of a lady, living with it and enjoying the torments that came with it every passing minute. It felt unreal  Suddenly, my mind winds off to the thoughts