Chapter 8 Eight

• POV Isabella:
• My fingers tremble slightly as I write each word in a hurry. It is late at night and I am locked in my room. This letter is my only link to the outside, my only hope of getting out of this house that feels like a prison with each passing minute.
• "Father," I write, "you need to pay the debt immediately. My situation is untenable, Castellano's son, Marco, suspects something. I will not be able to keep up this charade much longer."