Don Matteo DiCarlo is a ruthless mafia lord, feared across the city for his power and cold heart. When a wealthy businessman, Richard Thornton, defaults on a large loan, Matteo is dispatched to collect the debt. Upon arriving at Thornton’s mansion, Matteo is met with the grim realization that the once-wealthy tycoon is now nothing more than a broke fool, living far beyond his means by borrowing money from the wrong people. Desperate to save face, Richard offers his most precious asset—his daughter, Isabella—as payment. Matteo is initially repulsed by the idea. Isabella is soft, delicate, and far too weak for someone like him. She's the very picture of vulnerability, and Matteo has no patience for weakness. However, as the days pass and Matteo spends more time in her presence, he finds himself drawn to her in ways he can’t explain. Isabella, though fragile in appearance, hides a fierce resilience beneath her gentle exterior. The more Matteo tries to keep his distance, the more he’s tempted by the soft touch of her skin, the innocence in her eyes, and the way she challenges his cold exterior without even trying. As their relationship heats up, Matteo must battle his growing attraction to the woman he initially deemed unworthy. But Isabella has her own secrets and desires, and the line between debt and desire begins to blur as their chemistry intensifies, testing both their limits. In a world of power, corruption, and deceit, will Matteo be able to claim what is his without losing himself in the process? Or will Isabella be the one to change the Don’s heart forever?
View MoreThe tension of the night still lingered in Isabella’s veins as they drove away from the warehouse. The air between her and Matteo was thick with something unspoken—an electric current neither of them wanted to acknowledge just yet.She had expected relief, maybe even exhaustion, after everything that had happened. But all she could feel was him—Matteo’s presence beside her, the heat of his body, the way his fingers tapped impatiently against his knee."You’re quiet," he finally said, his voice low.She turned to him, watching the way the dim lights of the city played against his sharp features. "A lot has happened.""You regret it?" he asked, eyes flickering toward her before settling back on the road.She hesitated. "No. But I don’t know what happens next."Matteo smirked, shifting gears as he took a sharp turn. "That makes two of us."They arrived at a luxury penthouse minutes later, far from the chaos of the night. Luca and the others had gone their separate ways, leaving them alon
Isabella’s heart pounded as Matteo’s words sank in. Fight or run. There was no safe option, no easy way out. But one thing was clear—Morelli was done playing games.Matteo studied her, his jaw tight, waiting for her answer."We fight," she repeated, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. "I’m done running."A flicker of something—pride, maybe—flashed in Matteo’s eyes before he nodded. "Then we do this my way."She swallowed. "What’s the plan?"Matteo turned to his driver. "Luca, I need eyes on Morelli’s men. If they have her father, they’ll expect us to come for him. Let’s make sure they regret that assumption."Luca nodded, already pulling out his phone. "I’ll put the word out. We’ll find them."Isabella shifted uncomfortably. "What if it’s a trap?"Matteo smirked. "Oh, it is. That’s why we’ll set our own."The confidence in his voice sent a strange thrill through her. He wasn’t afraid of Morelli—if anything, he was looking forward to the fight.But for her, this was personal
The car sped through the darkened streets, the city lights flickering like ghosts in the distance. Isabella’s lips still tingled from Matteo’s kiss, her pulse racing, her body still burning with his touch. She had never felt anything like this—like she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous yet intoxicating.Matteo hadn’t said a word since pulling away from her, his jaw clenched, his fingers tight around the steering wheel. It was as if he was battling something inside himself, something she couldn’t quite understand.She broke the silence first. "Are you regretting it?"His grip tightened. "No."She exhaled softly, but before she could say more, the driver’s voice cut through the tension. "Boss, we have a problem."Matteo’s head snapped toward him. "What kind of problem?"The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. "We’re being followed. Black SUV, two cars back. Been trailing us for the last five minutes."A chill ran down Isabella’s spine. Morelli.Matteo cursed under his
The night air was thick with smoke and the lingering scent of gunpowder as Matteo led Isabella away from the burning estate. His grip on her wrist was firm, guiding her through the shadows, away from the bloodshed they’d barely escaped.Isabella’s heart pounded in her chest. Every step she took felt like another part of her past crumbling beneath her feet. She had chosen to leave everything behind, to disappear into the unknown with a man just as dangerous as the one hunting her.They reached a sleek black car parked just beyond the tree line. Matteo yanked the door open and ushered her inside before sliding in beside her. The driver, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, didn’t ask questions. He simply started the engine and peeled away from the destruction behind them.Isabella exhaled, pressing her back against the leather seat, her pulse still frantic. "Where are we going?"Matteo’s gaze was dark, unreadable. "Somewhere safe."She bit her lip, unsure if such a place existed. "
The explosion sent a shockwave through the mansion, shaking the walls with terrifying force. The sound of shattering glass and distant gunfire filled the air, sending Isabella into a spiral of panic. She stumbled backward, her ears ringing, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs.Matteo reacted instantly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him. His grip was firm, unyielding, but not cruel. "Stay close to me," he ordered, his voice sharp, authoritative. "Do not run. Do not make a sound."She barely had time to nod before Lia burst back into the room, a gun in each hand. "We have to move. Now."Matteo pulled Isabella forward, his grip never faltering. "How many?""Too many," Lia said grimly. "Morelli isn’t playing games. He’s here to take her. And he’s willing to burn this place down to do it."A cold chill crawled up Isabella’s spine. Morelli wanted her so badly that he was willing to kill for it. And Matteo… was he truly willing to die to keep her out of his hands?They hurried
Isabella’s world felt like it was slipping through her fingers. One moment, she was a forgotten daughter, overlooked and discarded. The next, she was the center of a war she never knew existed. Morelli wanted her. Matteo refused to let her go. And somewhere in between, her fate was being decided without her consent.Her lips parted, the air around her thick with an unspoken challenge. "If I say no, what happens to me?"Matteo’s dark gaze flickered with something she couldn’t quite place. "Then Morelli gets what he wants. And believe me, Isabella, you don’t want that."A chill crawled down her spine. She didn’t doubt him. Dante Morelli had looked at her like she was a possession he was already claiming. A trophy he had been robbed of."But why me?" she whispered. "I don’t understand. I’m no one. Just the daughter of a pathetic man who sells what he can’t afford to keep."Matteo studied her, the tension in the room growing unbearable. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he exhaled,
The air in Matteo’s mansion was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that settled into the walls like a ghost of something waiting to be unleashed. Isabella sat near the fireplace in her room, her knees drawn to her chest. The flickering flames did little to warm her chilled bones, her mind spinning with everything she had overheard that evening.She wasn’t just a pawn in Matteo’s game. She was something more. Something valuable.But why?A soft knock at her door startled her from her thoughts. She hesitated before standing, smoothing her hands over her silk nightgown before opening the door.Lia stood on the other side, her expression unreadable. The woman’s presence always unsettled Isabella. She was like a blade—sharp, dangerous, and waiting for the right moment to cut."The Don wants to see you," Lia said, her tone flat. "Now."Isabella’s stomach twisted. It wasn’t the first time Matteo summoned her, but there was something different in how Lia looked at her tonight. A flicker of
Isabella’s footsteps echoed softly as she wandered back to her room, her mind a tangled mess of emotions. The conversation with Matteo had left her shaken, the intensity of his gaze still lingering on her skin like an invisible mark. She couldn’t stop replaying his words over and over in her mind—You’re mine now. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if it was true. Had she truly become entangled in his world, or was she just another piece in his game?As she reached her room, she paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob. The house was very quiet, the silence pressing in on her. Something just didn’t feel right. It was as if the walls themselves were hiding secrets, whispering to her of things she was better off not knowing.Her instincts told her to turn back, to escape before it was too late, but she couldn’t. She was already too far gone, and the pull of Matteo’s power had a grip on her she couldn’t escape. It was like an addiction, a dangerous desire she couldn’t
The tension in the room was suffocating, thick with the weight of unspoken words and unacknowledged desires. Matteo’s presence loomed over Isabella like a shadow, his dark gaze never leaving her face. The way he stood before her, unyielding and powerful, made her feel small and insignificant, yet she couldn’t bring herself to turn away. Every breath she took seemed to draw her deeper into his orbit, and despite herself, she was starting to wonder if she even wanted to break free.He moved closer, each step measured, deliberate. His eyes were locked on hers, an unspoken promise of something dangerous, something tempting. Isabella’s pulse quickened, her body betraying her even though her mind screamed for her to resist.“Don’t pretend you don’t feel it,” Matteo’s voice was low, almost a growl, sending a shiver down her spine. “You want me just as much as I want you.”Isabella swallowed hard, her throat dry. She wanted to deny it, wanted to push him away, but the words caught in her ches
The crisp night air hit Matteo DiCarlo’s face as he stepped out of his car, the tires of his black SUV screeching as it came to a halt on the gravel driveway. The mansion before him was an ostentatious display of wealth—an image that now seemed tainted by the stench of desperation.He adjusted his tailored black suit, his piercing eyes scanning the surroundings as he walked toward the front door. A sense of impatience gnawed at him. He didn’t like waiting, and he certainly didn’t like dealing with people who couldn’t pay their debts.Richard Thornton, the businessman whose debt he was here to collect, had failed to keep up with the payments. Now, it was time to make sure he understood the consequences of crossing the wrong people.Matteo knocked once—hard—on the large wooden door.A moment later, it opened. Thornton stood in front of him, his once-immaculate appearance now disheveled. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in days, eyes bloodshot, his expensive suit rumpled. He was swe...
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