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THE WEB TIGHTENS
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Last Updated : 2025-02-21SOLD TO THE MAFIA HEIR SHIFTING LOYALTIES
Luca’s POVTension was high in the warehouse, an unsaid storm building between Isabella and her father. The location seems sinister with the lengthy shadows the low light creates over the concrete floor. But I knew places like this—cold, hostile, full of secrets. The look on Isabella's face was one I was not used to. Fury, treachery, and something more I cannot quite identify.I watched her; every muscle in my body coiled under stress. She stayed still, gazing her father down with a ferocity I had not seen before. This was another Isabella—the lady who had been my pawn, once terrified but now stood resolutely. And I struggled to determine if I respected her will or worried more about maybe killing her.Marco Russo, her father, stood sloppily, his hands still in his pockets, but he had a menacing shine in his eyes. This was not the dad who had just offered his daughter for sale. This man carried more cards than anyone could have imagined."I will ask you once more.," Isabella spoke wit
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Isabella’s POVThe house made one feel like a prison. Every stride I made reflected back to me, a reminder that I was imprisoned and that I could not flee the storm building around me. After my meeting with my father and Enzo, I had left the warehouse, but the weight of their words still tormented me.It was all too much: Marco's cryptic warnings, Enzo's icy determination, and the sense that something far more was at work. I became aware for the first time of exactly how little I could influence my life. My father had sold me like a commodity, and Enzo still considered me as part of this complex game of power even if he had an unusual feeling of guardianship over me. I found myself in the midst with no obvious exit.Perched at my room's big window, I saw the city lights flutter far away. From here, the world seemed to be so calm, but I knew otherwise. Underneath the gleaming surface lurked darkness, peril hiding in every shadow.Though I didn't live on this planet, I was somehow being
Last Updated : 2025-02-22SOLD TO THE MAFIA HEIR THE DEVIL’S BARGAIN
Isabella’s POVEnzo's words weighed down on me, choking and frigid. Moretti, another ghost from the past, another man engaged in this lethal game. Enzo was standing there staring at me with those sharp blue eyes, and I could feel the strain emanating from him. His stillness exceeded all else in loudness.What then does that mean for me? Trying to keep my voice calm, I asked, but inwardly I was disintegrating. "Am I simply another piece on this chessboard?Leaning back in his chair, Enzo watched me with somewhat narrow eyes. "Isabella, I have mentioned this before. Right now, you occupy my universe. Though Moretti believes he may find me using you, I will not allow him."That's not an answer, Enzo," I fired back, irritation seething inside me. "You say you are shielding me from what? From a conflict I avoided asking to be involved in? From those I know nothing about?He showed no flinch. Whether or whether you requested it makes no difference. Being here now puts you at risk.I shook m
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Last Updated : 2025-02-23SOLD TO THE MAFIA HEIR THE HEAT OF BETRAYAL
Isabella's POV The evening seems sharper somehow, as though every shadow in the room had sharpened to a knife. Apart from that I need answers, I'm not sure why I'm in his office pacing like an imprisoned animal. Possibly even closing. But I am sure Enzo will not provide either.The door opens, and I swivel around, heart hammering between my ribs as Enzo walks inside. His eyes are stern, inscrutable, yet when he sees me he flashes surprise."Isabella," he adds in a quiet, under control voice. "I assumed you were—"."Where on earth you left me?" I cut him off, an explosion of wrath building in my chest. "Do you truly believe I am some puppet you could control? That I would just sit there while you engage in whatever game this is?Though it doesn't matter; I can feel the storm building between us, every word like a spark just ready to strike. He closes the door softly. Isabella, what are you doing here?I straighten my shoulders to squarely meet his stare. "I might ask you the same. You
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Isabella's POV Through the gaps in the boarded-off windows, the weak light of dawn spills pale streaks across the room. It's frigid, too frigid, and the quiet weighs down on me. Enzo still is unconscious; his respiration is shallow but consistent. From his perspective, I have not changed. Not able to. I see blood every time I close my eyes and feel the terror wriggling at my chest."Emilia," Vincent's voice breaks through the quiet, low and apprehensive. Arranging his arms over the doorway, he stands there. "You need to relax."Not turning my eyes away from Enzo, I respond, "I cannot." He needs me."He needs you strong," Vincent says, approaching. His face is drawn, weariness carved on every line. You two do.I shake my head, my body not releasing the tightness. "We have no time for leisure. Still out there they are. They will show up for us."They will," he says, his voice dark. "Which is why we have to get ready. We have to be ready for whatever is to come.I know he's right, but t
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Enzo's POV Blood streams under my hands as I press furiously at Emilia's side's cut. Her complexion is excessively pale; every labored breath she takes rattles in her chest like a dagger being twisted. Panic claws in my throat may have choked me. I have seen death many times, looked at it without flinching. But this... I cannot accept her destiny as she disappears.I murmur, raw and shattered, "Stay with me, Emilia." You heard me? You are not going to go. Not yet.Her eyes flap, and she pushes herself to look at me. Though there is suffering there also is resistance. She says, "You... don't... get rid of me... that easily," her voice a whisper cutting through the tumult surrounding us.Breathing shakily, I hung on her words. That's correct. You're quite obstinate.Steps pound close by, and I will force myself to pay attention. The struggle is still under way. Not exactly by a long shot. I look around the warehouse; tired eyesight blurs. Few steps away, Vincent is engaged in a violent
