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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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DamonHe asked, squinting his green eyes at me. I smiled in response, causing him to raise his eyebrows. His face suddenly changed from slightly playful to serious."I don't know if I can do that. I don't know if they will allow an outsider to sit as a Lord," he said."The Masked King is an outsider," I reminded him of my status. "In fact, if I remember correctly, what caused Martinez his life was calling the Masked King a nameless outsider.""Yes," Nicholas said, "but you see the big difference between me and him? He is one of you. I am as foreign as they get. I still fumble occasionally. It's hard for me to do a lot of things. Frank is like you," I said, reminding him of his friend."Let me find Frank first," he proposed. "If I find Frank, I can do it anonymously. If I join the Six Lords and try to find Frank, all of them would know, and they might hide him even more."I rubbed my chin, seeing the reason in his proposition. "And soon, you'll join the council," I said, lowering my fa
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Isabella"I hope this is not a bad time. I can call back later," Andrew rushed to say."No," I said, shaking my head. "It's fine. Please, tell me what it is." I said as I watched Damon get up from my chest and begin pacing the room. "The person I told you about... the potential ally," Andrew said. "He said he's ready for a meeting. When shall I deliver this news?"My eyes moved over to Damon before I spoke, and this time, my voice had changed. "Is everything alright?" Andrew asked. "If this is a bad time, I can call back later... it's fine. Please, continue," I urged him to speak.Damon, who stood in front of me, was still pacing as though he was trying to keep something in."When will you be available for a meeting?" Andrew asked. I turned back to Damon and tried to catch his eyes. I mouthed at him for when would be most suitable for a meeting, but he just looked at me and then picked up the phone from my ear."Andrew," Damon started in a low, threatening voice that made me realize h
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IsabellaShe tore through my wardrobe with a speed I didn't know she had, flipping through each hanger until she settled on something.After that, it was shoes, and then accessories. Once she was armed, she pushed me into the bathroom and yelled, “Five minutes!” as she slammed the door.I spent more than five minutes. My movements were slow, dull, and delayed. I was sore to the point where it was hard to lift my legs. But I was in a blissful state, so I couldn't complain.Paula's hands were on her hips as she glared at me when I came out of the bathroom."I'm sorry. I'm so sore," I told her in my defense as she grabbed my arm."Michael just called me. He said they're on their way already! They'll be here in at least 30 minutes. We don't have that time," she said hurriedly.She hurriedly toweled me dry and then set me on the vanity where she applied minimal makeup and styled my hair again. By the time we were done with my hair, Marie poked her blonde head inside the room and flashed a
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Isabella "I suppose you're wondering what your fate is," I turned to Andrew, who simply nodded his head. "The mafia King made some moves yesterday unknown to me. I believe this stands to reason that the lower houses don't have a place at the table.” Andrew looked as though the world was crashing down on him. “But not to worry, I convinced them otherwise. Valentino is a strange factor," I said as we moved further away from the gazebo. “Them?” He asked. “Yes. The mafia King and my advisor.” I replied. We spent a moment walking in silence, enjoying the warm rays the sun cast until I remembered something. "I'm sure you must have heard of how the mafia King burnt down some of his businesses in Rome." Andrew suddenly stopped and nodded his head. "Yes, I heard of it. But I'm afraid I'm not conversant with your story. I heard it was a rival gang along with some close to him that staged an uprising against him." It was my turn to stop. I raised my eyes to look at Andrew, who stood not s
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Damon Earlier that morning Leaving Isabella alone almost caused me physical pain, but I needed to work. Andrew had sent me a message when I woke up that he would like to get the meeting over with as early as possible. "Talk to me," I said into the phone after dialing his number. "I have my friend with me, and he'd like to, as much as I would, get this meeting over with this morning," Andrew said with a clear voice. "I'll speak to the king and get back to you," I said as I hung up. It was too early for this shit. I thought as I caressed Isabella's silky hair. I gently untangled her from my chest and the mess of limbs that were our legs before climbing out of the bed. "Shit," I muttered as I almost fell due to a sudden dizzy spell. Looks like I pushed myself last night, I thought as I looked back at Isabella. Her new position showed the hickeys I left on her neck and chest, making me smile. Her sweet pale skin would show anything, making me oh so eager to leave something on the l
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Isabella I swapped my heels for huge Crocs that were so comfortable my feet wanted to sink inside. Paired with them were a small pair of shorts that I found and the baggy T-shirt that I stole from Damon back in Rome. I took a little stroll to Paula's room. When she answered, her eyes were sleepy, and her neck was decorated with hickeys, just like mine was earlier that morning. Her lips were puffy and pink, and she had this drained, giddy smile on her face. "I'll come back later," I said and went back to my room. I had somehow taken a wrong turn because I found myself lost. There was no staff around, and not a soul was inside the vast marble hallways for me. Suddenly, I heard the clopping sound of male shoes and, hoping I would see Briggs, it was Valentino I saw instead. "I couldn't help but follow you, princess," he said, slurring the last word, making my skin crawl. "That's bad here. He might get angry," I said and turned to leave. "Are you lost?" he asked with a smirk on his fa
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