Luca's expression turned serious. "What's going on, Isabella? You can tell me anything." Isabella took a deep breath before blurting out the truth. "I'm pregnant, Luca." The room fell silent. Luca's eyes widened in shock. Isabella continued, her voice shaking. "And the father... is Vincent Moreno." Luca's face turned grim. "The mafia king?" Isabella nodded, feeling a wave of fear wash over her. She knew what this meant. She knew that she couldn't keep her pregnancy a secret from Vincent. He would stop at nothing to claim his child. Luca's voice brought her back to reality. "You know what this means, don't you? You can't keep this a secret from him. He'll find out, and when he does... " Isabella's eyes flashed with determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my child, Luca. I'll go to the ends of the earth to keep them safe from him." Luca's expression turned somber. "How long can you keep running, Isabella? You can't hide forever." Isabella's jaw set in determination. "As long as I'm alive, Luca. I'll never let him near my child." *** "WHERE IS MY CHILD, ISABELLA?" He thundered, his eyes blazing with fury. Isabella's cup fell from her hands, shattering on the floor. She felt like she was frozen in time, unable to move or speak. The man took a step closer, his eyes fixed on hers. "You've been hiding my child from me for seven years. It's time I took what's mine."
Узнайте большеIsabella walked into the house with Luca; she was taken aback by the vibrant decorations that adorned the walls and ceilings. The room was transformed into a colorful and festive atmosphere, with balloons, streamers, and a giant "Welcome Home Luca" banner hanging above the food table.Isabella's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the scene before her. She had expected a simple welcome party, but what she saw was a full-blown celebration. Vincent's men, burly and intimidating, were busy blowing up balloons and arranging them into intricate arches. The maids were scurrying around, putting the finishing touches on the food and drinks.But what caught Isabella's attention was Zyne, who was standing in the center of the room, directing the proceedings with the confidence of a seasoned leader. Despite being only 7 years old, he was barking orders and instructions to the adults around him, who were surprisingly obedient to his commands."More balloons over here!" Zyne shouted, pointing
Vincent walked into Luca's hospital room, his eyes scanning the space until they landed on Isabella. Her smile disappeared instantly, replaced by a wary expression.Vincent's eyes lingered on Isabella for a moment before he turned to Luca. "How are you doing, Luca?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.Luca smiled weakly. "I'm doing okay, Vincent. Just a little tired."Vincent nodded, his eyes flicking to Isabella again. "Isabella, I wanted to talk to you," he said, his voice hesitant. "I know I've hurt you, and I'm sorry. I won't bother you again. I'm leaving."Isabella's expression didn't change, but Vincent could see the pain and wariness in her eyes. He took a step forward, his arms opening. "Can I just hug my son?" he asked, his voice cracking with emotion.Isabella nodded curtly, and Vincent walked over to Zyne. He hugged his son tightly, his eyes closing as he breathed in the little boy's scent.After a moment, Vincent released Zyne and turned to Isabella. "Goodbye," he said,
Isabella's words hung in the air like a challenge, a stark reminder of the pain and betrayal she had endured. "I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know you think you love me, but I'll never be able to trust anyone again."Vincent's eyes searched hers, desperate for a glimmer of hope, but Isabella's expression was resolute. "My whole life, I've been betrayed by those I loved," she continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "And now, I've found happiness with my son. My small world is full of joy, and there's no place for outsiders."He knew he didn't deserve her forgiveness, not after what he'd done. But he had hoped, foolishly perhaps, that she might find it in her heart to give him another chance.But Isabella was resolute. She turned and walked away, leaving Vincent standing alone, his heart heavy with sorrow. He knew how painful it was to love someone and have them leave. He had experienced it before, and now he was reliving it all over again.As he watched Isa
Vincent's face twisted in anger. "You lied to me and turned me against Isabella," he spat. "You conspired for her death, while all the fault was yours. If you do anything to my love and my son, I'll give you a painful death."Brandon laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Shoot him," he ordered his men, his voice dripping with malice.Brandon's face turned red with rage as he screamed at his men, "Shoot this fucking' bastard!" But to his shock, none of them moved. They just stood there, their eyes fixed on Vincent with a mixture of fear and admiration.Vincent smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You think I'm a mafia king just like that, and it's so easy to kill me?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "All your men are mine. Well, it wasn't that difficult. Their family members are in my custody at this time, so these people will do what I tell them."Brandon's eyes widened in shock and rage. "You bastard!" he spat, his hand shaking with fury as he raised his gun and
Brandon's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Isabella. "Everything happened because of you," he spat, his voice venomous. "She died because of you."Isabella's face contorted in a mixture of grief and fear. "Look what happened," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry, but my son is innocent. Leave him please, he's only 7 years old."Brandon's face twisted in a snarl. "My baby wasn't even born when he died!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.Isabella took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. "He was a victim of your hatred and revenge," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Brandon's eyes flashed with anger, and he lunged at Isabella, grabbing her hair and pulling her towards him. "You deserve the same pain I've been through," he hissed, his breath hot against her ear.Isabella's eyes went wide with terror as Brandon's words sent a chill down her spine. "But before that," he continued, his voice dripping with malice, "we were engaged, but you never let me t
Isabella's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped into the grand mansion, her eyes scanning the opulent decor with a mixture of fear and determination. She had come for one reason: to rescue her son, Zyne.As she walked through the foyer, she noticed the guards stationed in front of the door, their eyes fixed on her with a curious expression. But to her surprise, none of them moved to stop her. It was as if they had been instructed to let her pass.Isabella's instincts screamed at her to be cautious, but she pressed on, her feet carrying her deeper into the mansion. She turned a corner and entered a lavish living room, where Brandon stood waiting for her."Ah, you're finally here, Isabella," Brandon said, his voice dripping with malice. "I've been waiting for you."Isabella's eyes locked onto Brandon's, her heart racing with anger and fear. "Leave my son alone, Brandon," she spat, her voice trembling with emotion.Brandon chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, Isabella, w
Isabella's voice trembled as she recounted the events that had led to Zyne's disappearance. "We went for lunch; I was in the washroom, and some guards were with him. When I came back, my guards were injured; they had bullet injuries, and my son was missing."Her words trailed off as she burst into tears, her body shaking with sobs. Vincent's expression turned deathly serious, his eyes narrowing into slits."I didn't kidnap our son, Isabella," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I can't do that. I want you both back."Isabella's tears slowed as she looked up at Vincent, her eyes searching for any sign of deception. But all she saw was a fierce determination, a burning anger that seemed to radiate from every pore."I promise you, whoever kidnapped our son will pay dearly," Vincent continued, his voice dripping with venom. "I will give him a very painful death. I promise you."With that, Vincent turned and strode out of the room, leaving Isabella staring after him in shock. She felt
Vincent sat in his office, his eyes fixed on some point in front of him, his mind lost in thought. He was a man consumed by his own emotions, torn apart by the conflicting desires that warred within him.What he felt for Isabella was love, pure and simple. He wanted her back, wanted a normal life with his family, where Isabella was his wife and Zyne was their son. He wanted to wake up every morning with Isabella by his side, to fall asleep every night with her in his arms.But how could he make that happen? How could he undo the damage he had done, repair the hurt he had caused?As he sat there, lost in thought, a noise outside his cabin broke the silence. Vincent's head jerked up, his eyes narrowing as he listened.And then he heard it, a familiar voice, one that made his heart skip a beat."Where is your boss?" the voice demanded. "I have to meet him now."Vincent's eyes widened in surprise as the cabin door burst open and Isabella strode in, her eyes blazing with anger."Where is h
Vincent walked out of the courtroom, his eyes fixed on the floor. He had expected Isabella to win and had known all along that she would be granted sole custody of their son. He had planned it that way.As he walked, he couldn't shake the image of Isabella's face from his mind. Her eyes had blazed with hatred, her expression twisted in anger. Vincent knew that he had hurt her deeply, had broken her trust, and shattered her heart.But as he saw the hate in her eyes, something inside of him shifted. He realized that if he were to snatch their son away from her, she would hate him even more. And Vincent knew that he couldn't bear that.He had already hurt Isabella so much, had caused her so much pain. He didn't want to add to that pain, didn't want to make her hate him even more. For the first time in his life, Vincent felt a pang of guilt, a sense of remorse for his actions.He knew that if he wanted to, he could easily get his son back. He had the power, the influence, and the resource
Isabella's eyes were wide with shock as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. This was the biggest mistake of her life. She felt like her world was crumbling around her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and stepped out of the bathroom.Just then, Luca Ferraro, a 50-year-old man with a kind face, walked into the room carrying a tray with some medicines. "Isabella, I brought you some medication to help with your... condition," he said gently.But Isabella wasn't listening. She was too busy trying to process the news she had just received. She felt like she was in a daze, like she was living in a nightmare.Luca, her father's former personal guard, stood by the window, watching her with a concerned expression. He had been like a father to her since her mother's passing when she was just seven years old. Her father, a wealthy businessman, had remarried soon after, but Isabella's stepmother had never taken a liking to her. Despite this, Isabella had grown into ...
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