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Isabella Inside the office, the brightness blinded me, or at least it threatened to blind me. The office was well-lit, but the paint was a strange choice. It was painted orange from the walls to the furniture and even the tiles. Perhaps the owner of the office had a strange obsession with colors. My eyes were hurting, and I wanted nothing more than to return to the darkness or the faint brightness of my new room. Suddenly, the chair behind the large table turned around, revealing a woman who was strikingly reminiscent of a snake. Her neck was long, as was the rest of her face. Her nose looked flat or close to it, as if it had been flattened until it resembled that of a cat. Her eyes appeared to have been glued in one particular direction without the help of botox. The woman looked at me with hard eyes behind a pair of thick-rimmed cat-eye glasses. "You may leave her," the woman said. "I will handle it from here," she finished, addressing the man who had left the room. "Welcome,
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Isabella I turned around to see Damon, completely livid; it was evident in the way he was panting for breath. I didn't realize I was standing until I was halfway on the journey to him from my chair. Relief flooded me the moment he rested his head in the crook of my shoulder and breathed in my scent. "Where are they?" I said as I leaned into his embrace. Suddenly, Damon's shoulders started to quake. At first, I thought he was laughing, but the feeling of liquid on my shoulder told me it wasn't. We stood there for a while until he wiped his eyes and looked at the man behind me. "I'm going to fulfill your promise, you know," Damon said. I was confused about this promise between them. "You should," Valentino said. "But don't you want to know who put me up to this?" he asked. "I already know; it's Cassandra. There's no need to check. “It is her. They called me again, threatening and all. But do you know why I decided not to retaliate? Why I chose not to send a message to refrain fr
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Isabella Valentino came back quickly. I wanted to ask Damon for more information. I made a mental note to do that later. I heard multiple footsteps behind me, so I turned around to find the snake woman. "I brought a witness," Valentino said. "And I'm going to record the conversation," Damon said as the woman settled to stand beside the table. "Knock yourself out," Valentino said with a scowl on his face. Clearly, Valentino was not pleased. He muttered and grumbled through the words of his agreement with Damon. They shook hands and pricked their fingers as the sign of a blood covenant. I looked at Valentino again. He looked like a man who is easily moved against his deals. He seemed fickle, and that was a bad trait. Still, I was glad we reached this point. Later on, Valentino apologized for putting a spy inside Damon's suite. "It was necessary. Simply a precaution," Valentino said with his hands raised in surrender. "The men are injured. My apologies," he said as he led us throu
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Isabella Valentino was true to his word. He sent Miguel and Alessandro in an ambulance later that evening. The two men moved into the empty suite that Julian had stayed in, and over the course of the next few days, they regained consciousness and soon started to bicker. It was proving to be a familiar scene, as I had seen them do the same in the van, and concluded they were closer to usual. By the third day of them coming back, the two were bickering about whether or not they should have their own masks. "Something to cover half of my face, mostly. Not a full mask, just a half," Miguel said. "I don't understand why this is even a subject of conversation. We don't need masks," Alessandro argued. "We do. Maybe a black one with the sticker of Damon's mask on it. Or even if we can't do that one, maybe we should do a half Japanese mask," Miguel suggested. Alessandro asked sarcastically, "You know what?" Miguel, seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm, was interested in listening to wha
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Isabella I let out a hiccup as Damon's hands caressed my waist and traveled to my backside. He leaned into my neck and asked again about my arm. "Tell me, how is your arm? Does it hurt when I do this?" He gently pulled on my left arm and took it behind my back. It did hurt a bit, but not enough to make me flinch. "A little bit," I said, wondering where I found the energy to speak. He responded by planting a soft kiss on my shoulder and pulling off the off-the-shoulder dress I was wearing. He pulled down the shoulders to reveal my breasts. My nipples stood naked and pointed facing him as though in anticipation for his warm mouth and gentle caresses. I shuddered the moment his lips came and made contact with them. His mouth moved over my nipples as though they were my lips, his tongue darted over the sensitive and hardened peaks making me moan softly. His other freehand left my waist and grabbed my second breast, kneading it softly until he began tracing his fingers around my sen
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Isabella Damon pushed back inside again and then with a determined look on his face leaned upwards and grabbed my legs. He started to slowly thrust into me rolling his hips in the process. My eyes caught the movement and found it mesmerizing. My eyes traced the motion of his hips as they moved upward, revealing his toned stomach, his defined tattooed chest, and then his face, which was scrunched up in concentration. His hair, usually slicked back, now cascaded forward, forming short, lush curls that framed his features with an air of rugged allure. Damon was beautiful. His eyes immediately met mine as soon as I thought that and he flashed a slow and dangerous smile at me through his grunts of pleasure. I stretched out my hand towards him as a sign for him to come to me and he did. He leaned downwards till his forehead touched mine and let me pull him into a hug. Suddenly I began to feel pleasure as his dick hit me and a certain spot. I'm more and immediately wrapped my legs aroun
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Isabella It was as though a cloud of darkness had fallen over Damon. Such an ultimatum was akin to pronouncing his death. Cassandra was truly seeking ways to control everything. Normally, taking Frank would be a declaration of war, for which I suppose she might not have had the means to participate. Perhaps she negotiated with the treacherous houses for support, promising that if they kept Damon from returning with me, they would have the city to themselves. I looked up at Damon to find him still lost in his thoughts. I would trust him to come up with a way out, but for now, I knew he needed comfort first. I quickly finished my coffee and padded over to him, setting the cup down on the coffee table. I stood in front of him and tapped his shoulder. He slowly leaned back until his back rested against the chair's backrest, his eyes showing a mix of question and anger, as if I was interrupting him without reason. Sensing his anger, I quickly sat on his lap and leaned towards his hea
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Isabella Checking up on Alessandro and Miguel proved to be a good idea. The two men were quickly recovering and hopefully will be able to move by the end of the week. Of course, they bickered to their hearts' content despite their injuries and even threatened a fight. Unfortunately, I barely paid attention to them. My mind was on one thing: how we were going to leave Rome. By the time I got back to Damon's room, I found him pacing the length of the room as he spoke in rapid Russian. I didn't know he could speak Russian, but either way, he didn't seem to be arguing. He said something in Russian and laughed shortly after. After a few back and forth, I heard "do svidaniya”, which I knew was "goodbye," and then he hung up. He walked over to me with a smile. I guess he must have found a solution to our current predicament. "I pulled in a favor with my friend in Russia. He has a private strip on the outskirts of Rome and a private jet waiting in the hangar. All I need to do is pay for
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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
