ISABELLA’s POV.
For reasons best known to this weird rich hot guy, he has decided to bring me to Italy. A country I have never been or maybe I have, but it must have been part of the lost memory.
“This place is actually beautiful, is it your house?” I ask as his driver steps on the brake in front of a gigantic house.
That is a silly question. Of course, it must be his house the big gate was opened without a question. Mari is sleeping peaceful on his lap, one will easily think he is her dad.
“Yes, welcome back.” He says and kiss my hair.
Welcome back? Have I been here before?
“You live alone?” I ask and he stares at me for a while before carrying Mari.
“No, my body guards, housekeeper, maids and cooks live here.” He replies me as he leads the way with Mari in his arms.
No matter how
