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IsabellaThe lady had called it a manor, but I called it a castle. After all, it was a castle. I hadn't remember seeing it when I was younger, but I remember my father speaking of it once or twice. "Who was the previous owner?" I asked the lady, whose name was Marie. She was a middle-aged woman with salt and pepper blonde hair that was pulled back from her face into a professional-looking bun.She was dressed in a black skirt suit that stopped at her knees, as well as a pair of black pumps that made clicking sounds as she walked the marbled hallways of the castle."It belonged to the previous mafia king, Marcel Montenegro," she said. "Of course, this means that it was mostly lost and auctioned after your uncle came into power, but the current mafia king bought it."Suddenly, my eyes caught a portrait. It was of a meadow that reminded me of the one that my father used to take me to when I was much younger. It was dusted with lavender flowers mixed with others that I didn't remember wh
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IsabellaHe led me through the expansive grounds until we settled in what was the most interesting garden spot I had ever seen as he spoke some more.There were rocks upon rocks with slabs on top of them serving as tables and chairs. Paula already sat on one of them, staring at a cup of tea. I took a seat beside her, wondering how the rocks were suddenly so comfortable."Thank you. Let's continue some other time," I told Briggs, who smiled, tipped his glasses, and walked off."This place is amazing, right?" Paula asked, light twinkling in her eyes."Pretty much," I said as I picked up a cup of tea and began to stir. "Worried about him again?" she asked, hitting the nail on the head."I'm scared, worried, tired. I'm all of them. But in some way, I feel like I can finally breathe and relax. All the running we did the past few weeks, all the injuries the past few months... It's been so hectic, and I feel like I need to spend the next few days sleeping."Paula nodded in response and took
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Isabella Tomorrow arrived with a lack of sleep for me due to the excitement I felt. It went without saying that I tossed and turned all through the night, thinking about what the day would bring. I only managed to get a couple of hours of sleep before I heard a knock on my door. Even after picking an outfit and trying to get the dark circles under my eyes to disappear, I still looked like a zombie. "Paula," I said into my phone, "can you help me please? I look terrible." Paula's voice sounded groggy, but her face, when she came into my room, showed otherwise. She sat me down at the vanity and started to tinker around with some of the things in the cabinet. She rubbed a few things under my eyes and asked me if I wanted some makeup. "No," I said, earning a surprised look from her. "Why not?" "If I touch my eyes... I'll get stuff all over my hands," I said with a yawn. "If I'm going to get you to stop looking like a zombie, I'm going to have to put on some makeup, even if it's jus
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DamonIt took me a few moments to feel the weight of Isabella's hand on my thigh, pulling me back to reality. Sergio was taking liberties, but suddenly I remembered that I wasn't wearing my mask, and hence I was only in the room as a right-hand man, not the current mafia King. "She's no weaker than you are. Say it again. You would do well to respect the person in front of you," I said after a moment of heated silence in the room."I was just about to say that," George said with a smile on his easy face. "Of course, the princess has just returned from her exile, and there is no telling what troubles she might have faced in the past. Perhaps it is too much to ask of her to show us what she can do for us, rather than us tabling forward what we can do for her," George said.His eyes went to the man called Sergio, who flanked me, and the two shared a mutual understanding before Andrew spoke up in a smooth voice that reminded me of Alessandro."I second that. I believe it is too much for
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Isabella My heart rate still hadn't steadied from the ordeal earlier. I felt their eyes on me, scrutinizing, judging, trying to determine whether each word I spoke was genuine or a lie. And then there was Damon, telling me that I didn't do as bad as I thought. There was no way I was going to believe him, of course. "Mia Bella," he said as his hands cupped my shoulders, pulling me back towards him. "You are captivating," his voice said close to my ear. "Truly beautiful, and like the Queen you are. I didn't think you had that much Queen in you, but I'm proud. I'm so proud of you," he whispered, planting a kiss on my earlobe before lightly nibbling on it, causing me to giggle. "Do you mean that?" I asked after my fit of giggles. "Every word," he answered, pulling me closer to his chest. "Are we going anywhere else?" I asked after a while. "You are going home, not me, I have bueineas to attend to," he said, pointing towards the vast forest in front of us. The helicopter ride was to
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Isabella"Andrew?" I called, recognizing the voice as my heart rate quickened to an unexplainable speed."Yes. Forgive me, this is a bad time, Princess, but I was afraid my peers would beat me to the punch.""No, they haven't," I said. "I'm even quite surprised as to how you got my number," I added with a nervous laugh coming out of my throat and mixing with my words."Your man... He gave me your contact details a few days ago. Julio, I believe. The Caracas family head.""Yes, of course," I said, suddenly feeling stupid. "So, what do you have for me?" I asked, feeling as though I needed to move the conversation forward."I have a friend in Rome, Princess. You might know him, but I would like to introduce him to you formally. He has extended an arm of friendship towards me and was the one who helped me to build my family to what it is.""I understand, but I wouldn't like to bring sentiment into this.""I assure you, Princess, this is not sentimental in any way. This would mean everythi
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Isabella"There's one more thing," Julio said with a serious face. "You still need to meet some people. I made some calls when we were in the lower city and was able to pull some strings.""So you want me to meet them and express my gratitude to them for helping me out of a tough spot?" I asked, finishing his sentence.Julio blushed and nodded rapidly, shaking his head. "It's not like that. You're not going to thank anybody. They want to see you," Julio said after a moment of blushing heavily. I decided I liked the sight of him flustered and made a mental note to do it as often as I could."So, who are they?" I asked, raising an eyebrow."Some of them have ties with my family. Some of them are quite close to the masked King. Some are far away and embedded deep in enemy territory. I'm talking some of them are friends with Raphael, but it looks like they want to turncoat. I know this might be hard to hear, Princess, but over the past few years, there has been a shift in power. While the
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Damon"Why?" I asked Julio over the phone as he told me about his plan to have Isabella meet with those he had called before. He explained his reasoning, stating reasonable points that I refused to acknowledge."I don't care about that. It's too much of a risk, and I'm not letting Isabella out of my sight," I practically shouted into the phone, making Miguel beside me flinch in surprise."Perhaps if you could be there with her," Julio said. While his new proposition made sense, I wanted to have Isabella to myself the next day, possibly the day after. I rubbed my eyes, feeling the frustration and exhaustion take over before snapping out of the slight lapse in time."But what if—" I began, but he cut me off. "There's no 'what if.' I'm not letting her out of my sight. She's not going anywhere tomorrow. Figure out a way to postpone, or maybe, if I'm in a bad mood, she won't go out anyway." I hung up the call and waited for us to arrive at our destination.We were at the home of a man call
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