Chapter 3: The First Command

The morning sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes, casting a golden hue on the luxurious room. Isabella woke up with a start, momentarily disoriented by her unfamiliar surroundings. As the events of the previous day came rushing back, she felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach.

A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Emily entered, carrying a tray with breakfast. "Good morning, Miss Morales," she greeted with a polite smile. "I hope you slept well. Mr. De Luca has requested your presence after breakfast."

Isabella nodded, trying to muster a smile. "Thank you, Emily."

After Emily left, Isabella forced herself to eat, knowing she would need her strength. The food tasted bland, her mind too preoccupied to appreciate the meal. Once finished, she changed into the clothes Emily had laid out for her — a simple yet elegant dress that fit her perfectly.

She made her way to the study where Adrian awaited her. The large wooden doors loomed before her, and she took a deep breath before pushing them open. Adrian was seated at a massive desk, his attention focused on some documents. He looked up as she entered, his expression unreadable.

"Good morning, Isabella," he said, his tone surprisingly soft. "I trust you slept well."

Isabella nodded, feeling a mix of fear and curiosity. "Yes, thank you."

Adrian gestured to a chair in front of the desk. "Sit."

She obeyed, her heart racing. Adrian leaned back in his chair, studying her intently. "Today marks the beginning of your new life. You will learn to obey and serve. Defiance will not be tolerated. Do you understand?"

Isabella met his gaze, her resolve hardening. "Yes."

Adrian's lips curved into a faint smile. "Good. Your first task is simple. You will accompany me to a meeting this afternoon. You are to observe and remain silent unless spoken to. Your presence will serve as a reminder to those who would dare defy me."

Isabella's stomach churned at the thought of being paraded around as a symbol of Adrian's power, but she nodded in agreement. "I understand."

Adrian stood, walking around the desk to stand before her. "You will also begin your lessons today. Emily will instruct you on proper conduct and etiquette. Your transformation into a fitting companion begins now."

Isabella's mind whirled with questions, but she kept them to herself. Adrian's cold demeanor left no room for argument. She would have to play along, at least for now.

"Emily will come to fetch you shortly," Adrian continued. "You are dismissed."

Isabella stood and left the study, feeling a mix of relief and dread. She returned to her room, where Emily was already waiting with a set of books and notes.

"These will help you understand the expectations," Emily explained. "We will start with basic etiquette and move on to more complex subjects."

Isabella nodded, grateful for Emily's kindness. Despite the circumstances, having someone to guide her made the situation slightly more bearable.

The morning passed in a blur of lessons and practice. Isabella learned the proper way to address people, how to walk with grace, and the nuances of dining etiquette. Emily was patient and thorough, her instructions clear and precise.

By lunchtime, Isabella's head was spinning with information, but she was determined to master everything. She had to survive this year, for her father's sake and her own.

After a brief break, Emily helped Isabella prepare for the afternoon meeting. She dressed in a more formal outfit, her hair styled elegantly. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she barely recognized the woman staring back. She looked poised and sophisticated, but the fear in her eyes remained.

Emily escorted her to the meeting room, where Adrian was waiting. He looked her over, nodding in approval. "You look the part," he said, offering his arm. "Remember, observe and remain silent."

Isabella took his arm, her heart pounding. They entered the meeting room together, where several men were already gathered. The room fell silent as Adrian and Isabella approached.

"Gentlemen," Adrian greeted, his voice commanding. "This is Isabella Morales. She will be accompanying me from now on."

The men exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Isabella kept her gaze lowered, feeling their eyes on her.

The meeting began, and Isabella listened intently, absorbing the dynamics and power plays between the men. Adrian's authority was unquestionable, his presence dominating the room. Despite her fear, Isabella found herself intrigued by the world she had been thrust into.

As the meeting progressed, Isabella's mind wandered to her father. She hoped he was safe and that her sacrifice had not been in vain. She had to believe that enduring Adrian's commands and the trials ahead would eventually lead to freedom for both of them.

The meeting concluded, and Adrian escorted Isabella back to her room. "You did well," he remarked, his tone almost approving. "Continue to behave, and you will find this arrangement more tolerable."

Isabella nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of her situation. "Thank you," she replied softly.

Adrian left, and Isabella sank onto her bed, exhaustion washing over her. She had survived her first day, but the road ahead was long and uncertain. With a deep breath, she resolved to stay strong and find a way through this nightmare.

As night fell, Isabella lay in bed, her thoughts racing. She was determined to uncover Adrian's secrets and use her skills as "Nightingale" to her advantage. This was her only chance to save herself and her father. The game had begun, and she intended to play it with all she had.

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