Diego and Isabella days were filled with laughter and adventure as they explored the sprawling estate. From the meticulously manicured gardens to the grand halls of the mansion, Diego and Isabella were inseparable companions, sharing secrets, dreams, and aspirations as they wandered the grounds.One morning, as Isabella's eyes flickered open, she noticed an unfamiliar sound piercing through the quiet of the morning. Unlike the gentle wake-up calls she was accustomed to, this voice was commanding, firm, and it pulled her from the depths of sleep with an urgency she couldn't ignore.
"Good morning, Miss Isabella," the voice resonated, waking Isabella from her slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she found herself surrounded by the familiar luxury of her room, the soft silk sheets and plush pillows cocooning her in comfort.
"Is it morning already? The day is not bright yet," Isabella muttered, attempting to roll under her blanket for a few more minutes of rest.
But before she could fully retreat into the warmth of her bed, a strong hand yanked off her blanket and seized her wrist. Startled, Isabella's eyes snapped open, her sleep-addled mind struggling to comprehend the sudden intrusion.
"Let me go, get your hands off me!" Isabella protested, her voice tinged with irritation as she resisted the forceful pull.
Ignoring Isabella's protests, the woman maintained her firm hold, guiding her down the hallway towards her adoptive grandfather's office. As they approached the imposing double doors, Isabella's resolve hardened. With a steely glare, she steeled herself for whatever awaited her on the other side, ready to face the challenges ahead with unwavering determination.
As Isabella was ushered into the presence of Fernández Rogers, she found herself in a room that exuded an aura of power and authority befitting of a mafia boss. The office was adorned with dark, polished wood furniture, including a large, imposing desk behind which Fernández sat. The walls were adorned with framed photographs depicting scenes of wealth and influence, while the shelves displayed various trinkets and mementos, each with its own story to tell.
Fernández, with a cigar clutched between his fingers, sat with an air of confidence and control, his gaze fixed intently on Isabella as she entered the room. His smile, though warm, carried a hint of mischief as he addressed her.
"Isabella, darling," he began, his voice smooth and measured, "you have settled in enough. It is time you understand why you were brought into this house. From today, you become the 'Princesa de la familia Rogers.'
"Isabella's confusion deepened as she struggled to comprehend the gravity of Fernández's words. "What training? What princess?" she pondered silently, her brow furrowing with uncertainty.
With a paternal air, Fernández continued, his tone firm but reassuring. "Your role in this family is to become the best of the best," he explained, his words carrying weight as he outlined her responsibilities. "You will be tasked with protecting the heir of the Rogers family, ensuring their safety and security at all costs.
"Isabella's eyes widened in disbelief at the revelation, her mind racing to grasp the enormity of the situation. The title of "princess" felt foreign and surreal, a stark contrast to the life she had known before. Rewrite using the same format and lenght but using different story telling