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Author: Nina GoGo
last update Last Updated: 2024-04-10 09:18:07

Isabella

Two days later, even after I saw Paula, I said nothing to Damon. I was lying to myself and keeping something from him. Perhaps he could tell because every time he came close to me, I would flinch and turn my head away as though he had offended me.

The reality was that I was angry with myself for not saying what needed to be said. Perhaps I needed another shot, or perhaps I needed some time away for a while. I shook my head.

Going away was the same thing as being a coward, and I wasn't raised to be one. Perhaps my life after 15 had taught me to run as the only way to survive, but I always knew that I would one day face the thing that was chasing me: my birthright.

I leaned back against the pillow of my hospital bed and turned towards the window. It was night when I woke up from my nap to find that I was alone.

The last time Damon came, I started to avoid his gaze and gave him one-word answers. I wasn't surprised that he had left, even though he promised to be here, but w
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  • Mafia's Lost Princess   74

    Isabella I went back to Paula's room every day after the small conversation I had with Michael. She was sleeping for most of the time until the fourth day when I found her awake. She had a bright smile on her face as soon as she saw me. She looked better, less weak, and more capable of getting up on her own. "Hey," she whispered to me when I sat beside her. "You're okay?" she asked. I was torn between saying yes and saying no. Yes would mean alive because I was constantly in a state of turmoil, and no would mean that I was in pain. So, I chose both. She looked at me as though I had grown a second head and then giggled. This was the Paula I was familiar with, and I felt at ease. "I'll feel better when I tell you something," I said. "What is it?" she asked. I told her about who I was, where I was from, and why she was kidnapped. By the time I told her about who Damon was, she gasped and covered her mouth. "I knew it," she whispered, as though she had happened upon the secret o

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    Damon 4 days ago, I was certain Isabella thought me a monster. Perhaps Michael had told her what happened. That blabbermouth. She flinched every time I reached for her, and the moment our eyes met, she would quickly turn her face aside. At first, her rejection was startling, and I felt it was probably a side effect of some trauma she had experienced being shot. When it persisted, I began to feel pain in my chest as she did it. Isabella never flinched from my touch. Isabella would always look me in the eye, even if she was shy. The only logical conclusion I came to after the second day of her flinching from me was that she thought I was among the monsters. Perhaps I was, but later that evening, my feelings were confirmed. In my dreams, I stood on a heap of bodies. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me, and then another reached out from the midst of the dead bodies. Just as I was about to pull my leg from it, I saw my hands drenched in blood. More hands reached up and grabbed me, suddenly

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    Damon Whatever plans I had had to be put on hold. Whatever ideas Isabella had had to die. I needed to get back to Avalia Immediately. "Meet me at the hospital in 10 minutes," I told Alessandro as I grabbed my keys from the tabletop in the living area. The drive was too slow. At nearly every block, there was a slow movement of cars. It was either that or my mind was moving too fast and my body wanted to catch up with it desperately. As soon as I saw the hospital in view, I hit the gas until I reached the parking lot. Unfortunately for me, the only free space was far away from the entrance, so I made do with running. I ran all the way up the stairs because the elevator seemed like it was wasting my time. Finally, I opened the door of Isabella's room. Her eyes were hopeful; they held relief. Her mouth opened and closed as she took in my appearance. Sweat dripped down from my eyebrow to my cheek and then slipped from there to my white shirt. "I'll come with you," she said. "I'm rea

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    Isabella One week came and went in a breeze, with Damon visiting me every day and sometimes staying the night. We would cuddle on the slim hospital bed, his large frame hanging off the edge. When he felt bold enough, he would pull down the neckline of my gown to reveal my nipples and suck on them while I squirmed comfortably in his arms. Paula was doing much better. I occasionally heard the sound of Michael Familia's British accent from her door, followed by her giggles. It looked to me like the two were getting closer in a good way. When we had the opportunity of being alone, we would share stories of our childhood. We knew this before, but we had so much in common; we were practically raised similarly. The only difference being that my father was betrayed and killed, while hers was still very much alive and kicking. Damon had agreed to extend my stay by one more week because Paula's discharge was not until another. "It would be good if we leave together," I told Damon. He did

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  • Mafia's Lost Princess   79

    Isabella "I changed him?" I wanted to ask. Alessandro looked at me with eyes that pleaded for understanding. "Tell me about what happened," I settled for, and he did. He told me about how Damon and the rest of his men, injured, followed him to the pathways of the Mafia in Rome. I could tell that Alessandro didn't want to say the full thing about how Damon killed a number of people who may not have been involved with what happened to me, but I pried it out of him nonetheless. By the time he was done with his tale of how Damon had them finish off the men that belonged to the Don, I realized I wasn't afraid, neither was I surprised. I had expected it. After all, I did hear them tell me that if anything happened to me, Damon would burn the world to the ground. However, it happened to be in sharp contrast to what Alessandro said about Damon being as cool as ice. I asked him to tell me about how it was different from who he was before, and what he told me made me realize how different

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  • Mafia's Lost Princess   80

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  • Mafia's Lost Princess   218

    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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    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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  • Mafia's Lost Princess   214

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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

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