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Isabella "Where are your children?" I asked. "And I'm not asking because I want to hurt them. I believe that as next-line members for the family headship, they should know about their birthright. You should teach them about that birthright. And I don't think it's quite right for you to meddle in my business, princess." "I find that rather unfair," I responded. "Considering how you can meddle in my business, but I can't talk about yours. Of course, I understand this might be a sore subject for you, especially considering the fact that your key ally is dead and his family does not sit amongst the six anymore. Granted, it doesn't change the fact that they are still alive, but in some ways, it might negate the generational agreement between you two." "You don't know what you're talking about, princess. If that's how you want to play things, fine. I cannot force you. I'm simply trying to show that I mean no harm, and I want to help. Genuinely, I want to." "I don't need your help, prin
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Damon I opened the door long before I heard her knock. My sense of smell is getting stronger, allowing me to smell her from over 100 meters away. But that wasn't all. My ears could pick up the distinct rhythm of heartbeats making me recognise who was coming. "Come inside," I said to her with my arms stretched out. She set her bag down and took off her shoes before accepting the hug I offered. "You know, you're quite the caveman sometimes," I said. "I was beginning to get worried about you," she replied, her arms going around my waist. "Is there something wrong, Mia Bella?" I asked, hearing her slightly erratic heartbeat and the scent of tears from her eyes. "Nothing," she said quietly. "I can smell the tears. It's salty and quite distinct from water. You cried. What happened?" Isabella turned her head upward to look at me. "I'm going to need a bath first," she said. Thirty minutes later, she lay on my chest dressed in my shirt, which she insisted on wearing rather than her paj
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Damon "Who is Ivan?" Isabella asked beside me. "Oh, please let me tell the story," Miguel said as he sat at the table. Her eyes brightened as her elbows propped on the table and her palms held her chin. "Ivan was one of the first, one of the first brothers, in fact. If anything, he was more of a brother to the boss than we were followers to him. They had this unique relationship. I don't know how they met, but all I remember is that they were always together." "Shut up and eat your food, boy," Frank yelled as he slammed his hand on the table, causing Isabella to jump. "She's so cute," I thought to myself with a smile. "Why don't you tell the story?" Frank said to me. I shook my head. "It's better if Ivan tells it. I'm going to skip on some details," I said as I cut a piece of my pancake and shoved it into my mouth to avoid talking. "I sent him out for a moment, and he came back with a stray Russian mad boy. That's how they met," Frank said dismissively. "Isabella, enough," I s
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Isabella "Ivan was a beast of a man who reminded me of Leonidas. He had short, dark hair cut close to his head, a strong jaw, a prominent nose, slightly full lips, and deep-set, bright blue eyes. Objectively, he was handsome, but he had this feral nature about him that made me feel as though I was standing in front of a wild animal. "They call me Ivan the Undead," he said with a smile. "I know. I saw it, and I think your American accent is quite charming," I replied. Ivan suddenly smiled, transforming his face entirely from a feral beast to a teddy bear. "You are the redhead who is messing up my brother's mind," he said as he stretched out his hand to greet me. Suddenly, his head tipped forward, and Frank stood behind him. "She's the Mafia Princess, you stupid dimwit. You will accord her the respect she deserves," Frank said sternly. "That won't be necessary," I said in a soft voice, knowing that the men heard me. Damon suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "This
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Isabella "Issa," the voice on the other end said, and I almost dropped the phone at the sound of that nickname. My uncle was the only one who used it. Specifically, Uncle Rodrigo. I took in a sharp breath, reminding myself not to let my emotions interfere with my foresight. "Yes, uncle," I replied, feeling myself shut off my emotions little by little. "I'm sorry for the way this is happening, but... the last time you came—" "Please get to the point, uncle," I interrupted. "Oh, um... my apologies," he said. "I wanted you to know that I have a way to find Cassandra. I know this is too much to ask, but I have one request if I'm to give you the information." "What do you want, uncle?" "I would like to see you, Issa." I thought about it, then immediately hung up. "Is everything alright?" Andrew asked, concern evident in his eyes. I looked up from my blank screen to find Andrew's concerned eyes looking at me. "Just an old family member that I... it's nothing," I said. "Doesn't mat
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Isabella I never reached her room. I was jerked back by my arm towards a familiar chest. "Did you know?" I whispered as his arms went into my hair and around my waist. "The old man sent me a cryptic message. He said someone needed to meet you. I didn't know it was…" I shook my head and buried my face further into him, taking in his calming scent. "Should I tell him to leave?" He asked as his chest vibrated. The truth was, I didn't know what I wanted. While I didn't feel as panicky as I felt the last time I saw my uncle, I didn't know if I wanted to see him. I looked up at Damon's face. "I don't know," I said. "Maybe you should tell him to leave, but what if it's important?" "Then let's go back," Damon said as he gently took my arm, leading me back in the direction we just came. When my heart started beating faster again, I stopped abruptly. "Give me a minute," I said, and he stood beside me, rubbing circles with his knuckles on my back. "When you're ready," he said. I took a d
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Isabella Damon found me nearly an hour later, curled up on my bed and clutching my pillow. He joined me in bed, pulling me into a hug and running his hand soothingly over my back, lulling me into a sleepy state. "We will hear from Ted soon," he said softly. "What do you mean? Why are we hearing from Ted?" I asked, confused. "Because Ted is going to send in some scouts. But I can't just charge blindly. We don't know what's waiting for us. Bearing in mind that there's a chance our allies might be with her, we don't want to risk anything. Besides, you're staying with me. You're not doing anything," I said, snuggling further into his chest. He said something, but his voice sounded far away. By the time I opened my eyes, I was alone. I yawned and stretched before climbing out of the comfortable bed. I looked around and instantly went in search of Damon, who had effectively ditched me while I was asleep. He was in the lounge on the ground floor, surrounded by his core circle, talking
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DamonFrederick was seated in the bar that I had forgotten the name of. He waved but seemed considerably less enthusiastic. "You look different," I said to him as he patted my shoulder. "You saw me, didn't you? By the way, what the fuck happened in the lower City? In a way, I'm still a little shaken up by this whole Cassandra thing, but I'm fine, right? I think I am fine."He was sweating, and his usual margarita was replaced with a glass of water. "You don't have money, do you? You can tell?""I don't. I don't have anybody. Nobody, absolutely nada, zip. The current family head... must you say that I don't have a family right now, but in fact, I'm freeloading off Isabella. She said I should talk to the butler about money, but..." he trailed off, and my mind was beginning to bore me, and I was almost forgetting my objective for seeing him."Cassandra. Do you know anything about her?"Frederick's face changed from its light to a darker look. His eyebrows came down towards his nose, an
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IsabellaPerhaps it was Donatella's face that was the most surprising, but the days following my declaration and official ascension to the throne were followed by endless visits to my family's estate.I had to temporarily move there because I was worried about the constant movement and how my son would take it. However, according to Julio, it also applied pressure to bring Cassandra back to the city.She had disappeared a few days ago, and I believed she went to have her child."I must say, he's a very handsome boy," Nicholas said as he carried my son and began to walk around the new nursery. The baby cooed in his arms and raised his little fists towards his face. I smiled but began to miss the little bundle of warmth that he provided. I had once complained to Damon, and his reply was,"You'll just have to get used to it. Or are you going to take my son away from me?" Damon said with a smile.***To my surprise, Cassandra didn't show up over the next few weeks. I began to genuinely w
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IsabellaGeorge knelt in front of me in the gazebo. I had given Alessandro the go-ahead to let him come to the mansion. He came accompanied by three more people that I didn't recognize."There was a mistake, Princess. If I had known…”“I know you think that I am a benevolent figure of never-ending kindness that might accept you. But you must understand that given my position, I simply cannot forgive you right off the bat. You have to prove yourself to me. You have to prove yourself to the city. You have to prove your loyalty, and it will cost you more than it did the last time," I found myself saying.Shortly after that, I left the men alone and made a beeline for the nursery where I felt my son squirming and crying in his cot. The maid I had instructed to stay with him was trying to keep him calm, but she was failing miserably, making me laugh.I stretched out my hands, and just as she placed him in it, the infant settled down. Shortly after passing him and singing to him, I felt ar
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DamonAfter Isabella told me that I should handle Cassandra, Valentino, and her allies, I got to work instantly, telling Ted to pull out the old files he had on the trust of those she committed."So what do we do with them?" he asked. "We pick the weakest link. We pick the one most sympathetic to the lower City. Find me a couple of them and show them the pictures."A few days later, I received a call from Ted while I was out in town on a meeting with Nicholas."We have a number of them. What do you want us to do?" he asked. "Tell them to come to my place," Nicholas said with his arms raised. "I'm sure we'll do a good job convincing them." I smiled and told Ted to do the same. Six men, members of the lesser families, came through his gate.I recognized Antonio and George to be some of them and stopped myself from snickering behind my mask. The men bowed when they saw me, but it was clear that their initial fear of me was gone. I smirked behind the mask and looked at them.I loved se
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IsabellaDamon had carried me into the tub filled with cold water. As soon as my body came in contact with the water, I instantly sighed in relief. Marie came to me with a small figure half wrapped in a cloth and laid the pink infant on my naked chest.I leaned my back against the foam headrest and let my child lean against my skin. He squirmed and cried, but Marie said it was all part of the process, even though my heart was aching as I desperately searched my mind for what to do to ease his sorrows somehow."If he doesn't cry, his lungs wouldn't be strong. You have to let him cry, princess," she had told me before I struggled with her, and Damon carried me into the bathroom. Even now, he was still crying, but I felt a bit assured as Damon held my hand and began to rub soothing circles over my knuckles. "You are so strong," he whispered. "I'm so proud of you." He whispered again, and this time his hand reached up to caress the head of the infant that laid on my chest. I smiled, bu
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IsabellaDamon laughed suddenly, his shoulders quaking, and the room filled up with the hearty sound of joy. He stopped after a while and turned his head towards Cassandra. "It looks as though this wannabe princess is uninformed about what's happening in the city. Someone please tell her."Andrew cleared his throat. "The King…" Damon took off his mask, revealing his face, causing Cassandra to gasp and cover her mouth, as did Donatella. "The King has been married to the princess for quite a while now. I happen to be one of those privileged to witness the ceremony and the signing of their marriage certificate.This, of course, meant that as one without a surname, he would take his wife's own, making him Damon Montenegro Therefore, your challenge… your stake on the throne is very much mitigated by him.""That's not possible!" Cassandra screeched. "You wouldn't do that," she said as she turned her head towards me and stared daggers at me through the screen. "I did. Would you like to h
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Isabella"Do I need to remind you that you are a fugitive?" Damon's voice cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter."Do I need to remind you that your crimes are so great you deserve to be put to death?" Damon stood up from his seat and walked towards the pregnant woman."Get out, or I will pull my gun and shoot you between your eyes, not caring about the child within your belly." Instantly, Donatella gasped and covered her mouth with surprise.She got up and walked towards both of them and set herself in their midst as though to protect Cassandra. "Ouch," I thought to myself. "So much for loyalty forever," I said out loud. Donatella turned to me."You must understand, princess, it's not as though I will not be loyal to you. It's just with the recent developments, we find ourselves needing an heir. Perhaps once she gives birth, she can leave." "I'm not going anywhere," Cassandra said, protesting as she pushed the older woman out of the way."I'm here to challenge her
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Isabella“No, Isabella. We still need Cassandra to come out. We need her to show her cards. I'm sure it's not going to take long, but... you have to hang tight, Mia Bella," Damon said, shaking his head.He raised his hand and began to caress my belly before leaning in and pressing a kiss on my swollen abdomen. As if in response, the baby kicked where his hand was."He's saying hello to me," Damon said with a smile as he leaned forward and then pulled open the robe I wore to reveal my naked belly."So perfect," he said as he pressed another kiss on the pale skin. "So damn perfect," he said again as he met my eyes. I could see the expression there, his eyes flashing red before returning back to their normal hazel color. He spread open my legs and slowly removed the outer robe to reveal my naked pussy. Slowly, he kissed his way from my belly button down to my weeping pussy.***The extra wait was grueling, but I didn't mind it. I filled my days with walking, with Paula up and down the
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Isabella"It was just a rumor," I told my husband as he paced the length of the room, hitting one wall and then going to the next to do the same."We both know rumors are next to truth. It wouldn't be said if it wasn't seen at some point. But you're the same person that said the city thrived on rumors. Why is this one only different?" I questioned him, but the man continued his insistent pacing. He had taken off his shirt, leaving him half naked and making my eyes wander to strange places."Please," I begged him as I stood up. I took off my coat."You're making me dizzy," I said.Damon stopped suddenly and looked at me. "And if the rumor's true?""Then we laid a trap. And I think traps are your thing… at least Julio's thing.""So let's call the ultimate trap master and have him whip up something for us," I said as I reached up towards my husband's head.***The day after, Julio sat opposite me in the gazebo. "How could you not tell me you were pregnant?" He asked, his eyes wide and f
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DamonIsabella's face was pale when I saw her as she came out of the bathroom. She had a stunned look as though she was trying to remember something. I grabbed her hands and rubbed circles over her knuckles until she smiled at me."I am fine," she said with a shaking voice."Champagne?" I asked as I handed her a flute. She shook her head. "I can't keep it down," she said, forcing another smile at me."Isabella, what is wrong?" I asked with my mouth close to her ear. "I'll tell you when we get home," she said as she squeezed my fingers back.The rest of the evening couldn't come fast enough as I began to wish time could go faster. Finally, three hours after we arrived at the party, she tugged on my arm, telling me she wanted to go home. I bade goodbye to my friends and some others who were desperate to see me for some reason. We decided to take the chopper, being impatient and me wanting to find out what was wrong with my wife.I helped her out of her dress when we reached our room. S
