Chapter 32: Dante Saves Isla The scent of blood clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Isla’s breath came in short gasps as she pressed her trembling fingers against her wound, trying to stifle the bleeding. The pain was sharp, but it wasn’t just physical—it was everything.This wasn’t supposed to happen.She wasn’t supposed to be the one bleeding out.She had planned this. Orchestrated it. Set it all in motion.Yet here she was, lying on the cold marble floor, watching Dante DeLuca—the man she had sworn to destroy—kill the very assassin meant to take her out.No. Not me. Antonio.Her vision blurred as she fought to stay conscious, her body sluggish from the loss of blood. But nothing could dull the raw energy in the room—the danger that crackled in the silence after the gunshot.Dante stood over the assassin’s body, his gun still raised, his breathing heavy. His expression was unreadable, his posture tense like a predator that had just torn apart its prey.Then his dark gaze snapp
Chapter 33: A New AllianceThe night air was thick with tension as Isla stepped out onto the dimly lit balcony of Dante’s mansion, her body still sore from the events of the past few days. The weight of her choices pressed against her chest like an iron grip. She should have been gone by now, far away from the chaos that Dante DeLuca had pulled her into. Instead, she was still here—trapped in his world, in his bed, and worst of all, in his hold.Her fingers tightened around the edge of the balcony railing as a low, familiar voice whispered from the shadows behind her.“You look troubled, bella.”Isla stiffened, recognizing the voice immediately. Nico Bianchi.She turned slowly, keeping her expression neutral as she faced the man standing just beyond the shadows. He was tall, lean, and dangerous in a way that was different from Dante. Where Dante was all raw power and control, Nico exuded a smooth, calculated charm that made him just as deadly.“What are you doing here?” she asked, her
Chapter 34: The Ultimate BetrayalThe weight of her decision pressed heavily on Isla’s chest as she paced inside the grand bedroom Dante had confined her to. The events of the previous night still clung to her skin—Dante’s possessive grip, his whispered threats, his refusal to let her go. He knew she had met with Nico. And yet, he hadn’t punished her the way she had expected.No, Dante had claimed her instead.The thought made her stomach twist. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything for him. He was the enemy—the son of the man who had stolen everything from her.And yet, when he touched her, when he looked at her like she was the only thing in his world, a dangerous part of her wanted to believe it.But she couldn’t afford to be weak.Not now.---Meeting with NicoThe next night, Isla moved cautiously through the darkened alley behind La Rosa, an upscale club owned by the Bianchi family. It was risky to meet Nico so soon after her encounter with Dante, but she had no choice.Nico was
Chapter 35: Dante’s FuryThe moment Dante stormed into the dimly lit bedroom, Isla knew she was trapped. The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the silence. His dark eyes burned with something raw—betrayal, fury, possession.She had seen Dante angry before. She had witnessed his wrath when he dealt with disloyal men, the ruthless way he handled those who crossed him. But she had never been the target of his rage.Until now."Did you really think you could betray me and walk away?" His voice was low, dangerous.Isla swallowed hard, keeping her back straight even though every instinct screamed at her to run. But there was no running from Dante. Not anymore."You don’t own me," she spat.Dante let out a dark chuckle, his head tilting as he studied her, stalking closer like a predator toying with its prey. His hands clenched at his sides, as if holding himself back."Don’t I?" he mused, his voice silk and steel. "Then why do you tremble every time I tou
Chapter 36: Matteo’s CoupIsla’s wrists throbbed from the tight metal cuffs binding her to the chair. The dim, flickering light overhead cast long, eerie shadows against the warehouse walls. The place smelled of old metal, gasoline, and something rotten. It was the kind of place where people disappeared, their screams swallowed by the silence.She had been taken straight from Dante’s mansion, barely given time to register the betrayal before Matteo’s men had shoved a bag over her head and dragged her into a waiting car. Now, sitting before Matteo DeLuca, Dante’s ambitious and power-hungry cousin, she forced herself to remain calm.Matteo, dressed impeccably in a dark suit, paced leisurely before her, rolling a glass of whiskey in his hand like he had all the time in the world. His brown eyes were cold, filled with amusement as he studied her.“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” Matteo murmured, stopping in front of her. He crouched to her level, smirking. “You’ve
Chapter 37: A Brutal BattleThe tension in the warehouse was suffocating. Isla’s heart pounded as Matteo’s men positioned themselves near the entrance, weapons drawn. The distant sound of footsteps echoed through the metal walls, growing louder with each passing second. He was here.Dante.Even bound to the chair, Isla felt an undeniable pull toward him. She had betrayed him, planned his downfall, yet he had come for her. He always did. But this time, it wasn’t love that would greet him—it was war.Matteo smirked, his fingers lightly tapping the handle of his pistol. “Dante always had a weakness for what’s his,” he murmured. “Let’s see how much blood he’s willing to spill for you, Bella.”The doors burst open before anyone could react.Gunfire exploded through the air, deafening, chaotic. Dante moved like a phantom, his coat billowing as he took down the first man in his path with a swift shot between the eyes. Another charged at him, but Dante ducked, twisted his body, and buried a k
Chapter 38: The Truth RevealedAfter the Brutal fight, Isla was still nursing herself from the handcuffs and pains while Dante was with blood all over his body. Marco's BloodThe tension in the room was suffocating. Dante stood across from Isla, his dark eyes filled with restrained fury, waiting for answers. He had always known she was hiding something—something deeper than betrayal, something that ran through her veins like poison.But he wasn’t ready for the truth.Isla had spent years suppressing it, locking the memories away behind a wall of hatred and revenge. She had never allowed herself to relive that night. But now, after everything, after fighting him, after resisting him, after nearly losing herself in him—she couldn’t hold it in anymore.Her hands trembled at her sides.She took a deep breath.And then, she spoke.“Your father ruined my life, Dante.”A muscle in his jaw ticked, but he remained silent, his body unnervingly still.She forced herself to meet his gaze, even as
Chapter 39: Antonio’s DownfallThe air in the DeLuca estate was thick with tension. Dante stood in the dimly lit study, his fingers gripping the crystal glass of whiskey he hadn't touched. Across from him, Luca, his most trusted man, leaned against the desk, watching him carefully.“You’re really going to do this?” Luca asked, his voice low.Dante’s gaze was dark, unreadable. “It’s the only way.”Killing Antonio DeLuca wasn’t just a matter of revenge. It was about survival. Power. And justice—for Isla, for himself, for all the lives his father had destroyed.Luca exhaled. “Your father won’t go down without a fight. He’s built an empire around himself. He still has allies.”Dante smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Not anymore. I’ve already taken out most of his men. The ones who matter are either loyal to me now or dead.” He downed the whiskey in one smooth gulp. “It’s time to end this.”—Antonio DeLuca sat in his private club, surrounded by his closest men. The scent of expensiv
Chapter 60 – The Final ChapterBound by Love, Revenge, and an Unbreakable ObsessionThe DeLuca estate stood tall against the evening sky, the massive mansion a symbol of power, control, and the iron grip Dante held over his empire. But inside those walls, behind the ruthless exterior of its king, was something far more dangerous than power itself—his love for Isla.Their love was an addiction, a compulsion neither of them could break free from. No matter how much destruction it caused, no matter how many times they fought or burned in the flames of their own obsession, they always found their way back to each other.Tonight, as Isla paced their bedroom, her hands trembling, she knew the news she was about to deliver would change everything. She had spent weeks hiding the truth, afraid of what it might mean for them. But there was no hiding from Dante. He knew her too well, owned every part of her, inside and out.The moment he entered the room, his dark eyes locked onto hers, reading
Chapter 59: Family and FutureIsla sat on the balcony of the DeLuca estate, the warm afternoon breeze brushing against her skin as she sipped a glass of wine. It had been a long time since she had seen her brother, Alex, in person. They had always been close, bound by the pain of their past and the vengeance they had finally taken.When the butler announced Alex’s arrival, Isla didn’t waste a second. She rushed inside and saw him standing in the grand foyer, his usual confident smirk in place.“Alex!” she called out, throwing her arms around him.Alex hugged her tightly. “Still dramatic, I see.”She rolled her eyes. “Shut up. You missed me, admit it.”He chuckled. “Maybe a little.”They moved to the sitting area, where Isla poured him a drink. As they clinked glasses, they fell into comfortable laughter, reminiscing about their childhood—the good and the bad.“Remember when we used to sneak out to steal sweets from the bakery?” Isla grinned.Alex groaned. “And got caught by Mom? She g
Chapter 58: A Love of Their OwnLuca had never felt nerves before—not in a gunfight, not in a war, not even when standing beside Dante in the bloodiest of battles. But as he stood outside Sofia’s apartment, gripping the small velvet box in his hand, his heart pounded harder than ever.Sofia had always been more than just Dante’s little sister. She was fierce, intelligent, and completely untouchable—at least, until she let him in. And now, he was ready to give up everything to build a life with her.Taking a deep breath, he knocked.When she opened the door, her dark eyes widened in surprise. “Luca?”He wasted no time. Before she could say anything else, he stepped forward, took her hands, and met her gaze with unwavering determination.“I love you, Sofia,” he said firmly, watching as her lips parted in shock. “I’ve loved you from the moment you stormed into my life and turned my world upside down. And I know this world—our world—is filled with danger and chaos, but I would walk throug
Chapter 57: Luca’s DepartureThe wedding celebrations had slowly started to die down. Guests had begun to leave, but a few key figures remained, lingering in the grand DeLuca estate. Dante sat in his private lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey, reflecting on the day. Isla had disappeared to their bedroom, but he knew she was waiting for him.He exhaled deeply, feeling something shift within him. This wasn’t just a wedding; it was the start of something permanent, something he had never envisioned for himself. And just as he was about to get lost in thought, the door creaked open.Luca.Dante’s closest ally, his right-hand man, the only person he truly trusted. Luca stepped inside, his usual smirk in place, but there was something different about him. Something… final.Dante’s sharp gaze met Luca’s. “You look like a man who’s about to give me bad news.”Luca chuckled, shaking his head. “Depends on how you see it.”Dante set his drink down. “Talk.”Luca hesitated for a moment before runn
Chapter 57: Luca’s DepartureThe wedding celebrations had slowly started to die down. Guests had begun to leave, but a few key figures remained, lingering in the grand DeLuca estate. Dante sat in his private lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey, reflecting on the day. Isla had disappeared to their bedroom, but he knew she was waiting for him.He exhaled deeply, feeling something shift within him. This wasn’t just a wedding; it was the start of something permanent, something he had never envisioned for himself. And just as he was about to get lost in thought, the door creaked open.Luca.Dante’s closest ally, his right-hand man, the only person he truly trusted. Luca stepped inside, his usual smirk in place, but there was something different about him. Something… final.Dante’s sharp gaze met Luca’s. “You look like a man who’s about to give me bad news.”Luca chuckled, shaking his head. “Depends on how you see it.”Dante set his drink down. “Talk.”Luca hesitated for a moment before runn
Chapter 56: A Mafia WeddingThe grand cathedral stood tall under the evening sky, its towering stained-glass windows illuminated by the golden light of hundreds of flickering candles inside. The entire DeLuca empire had gathered, dressed in their finest, waiting for the moment when the most feared and powerful man in the underworld would claim his queen.Dante stood at the altar, clad in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, his sharp features set in a look of determination. His presence was commanding, exuding power with every breath, but tonight, there was something different in his gaze—an intensity that wasn’t just about control or dominance. It was about devotion.He was about to marry the woman who had made him kneel. The woman who had tamed his demons yet fueled his obsession. Isla.The heavy wooden doors of the cathedral creaked open, and every head turned as Isla stepped forward.Dressed in an ivory gown that clung to her figure before cascading into layers of lace, she looked b
Chapter 55: A Lover’s UltimatumWeeks Later, Isla and Dante are having an serious argument about him not letting her go anywhere alone .The storm outside mirrored the tension brewing between Dante and Isla. Thunder rumbled in the distance as heavy raindrops pelted against the large windows of the DeLuca estate. The dimly lit room carried a suffocating silence, neither of them willing to back down.Dante stood by the fireplace, his fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight with frustration. Isla, on the other hand, stood near the doorway, her posture rigid, her eyes ablaze with a fire that matched the fury in her heart.“This isn’t a life, Dante,” she spat, her voice sharp as a blade. “This is a prison. And I refuse to be caged by you any longer.”Dante turned to face her fully, his eyes dark with warning. “You think you can just walk away from me?” His voice was low, controlled, but the storm inside him threatened to break free. “You belong to me, Isla.”“I don’t belong to anyone,”
Chapter 54: The Bloody EndingThe night was dark, the sky heavy with the weight of impending storm clouds, as Dante stood over the wreckage of what had once been a place of refuge. His hands were bloodstained, his thoughts clouded with rage, and his heart twisted with vengeance. The events of the past days had led him here, to the final confrontation with El Cado, and nothing, not even his growing love for Isla, could stop what needed to be done.His men, ever loyal, had done what they were trained to do—track El Cado to the very edges of the city. They had gathered information, confirmed his hideout, and surrounded the abandoned warehouse like a pack of wolves closing in on their prey. But Dante had insisted on handling this himself. This was personal. El Cado had crossed a line, not just by kidnapping his sister but by threatening the life of Isla, the one person Dante could no longer imagine living without.The echo of gunfire still lingered in the air, though the battle had long s
Chapter 53: Final ShowdownThe war between Dante and El Cado had been building for weeks, the tension ever-present, but when El Cado made his move, it was one Dante never saw coming.Dante paced in his private study, his jaw clenched, his mind running through the many possible outcomes of their feud. Since El Cado had gone into hiding, Dante had expected a war of words, but instead, El Cado had chosen to target the one thing Dante held most dear: his family.Isla, who had been at his side throughout the chaos, stood by the window, her eyes scanning the horizon, always alert. She could feel the shift in Dante’s mood. There was something heavy in the air, and it wasn’t just the ominous feeling of an impending storm—it was the kind of darkness that Dante had warned her about.“He’s making a mistake,” Dante muttered, almost to himself. “He thinks he can tear me apart, but he’s wrong.” His words were sharp, filled with rage, but also a cold sense of calculation. “He’s crossed a line now.”