Vincent and Isabella sat at the dining table, the tension between them palpable. Vincent gestured to the spread of food before them. "Have breakfast."
Isabella's eyes locked onto his, her expression cold and calculating. "I'll eat on one condition." Vincent's eyebrows raised, his interest piqued. "What's that?"Isabella's voice was steady, her words measured. "If you allow me to go outside this house."Vincent's smile was a slow, deliberate thing. "What if you try to run away?"Isabella's gaze never wavered. "This area is vast, full of forests. Do you think I could escape from here?" Vincent's eyes narrowed, his mind working overtime. He knew Isabella was clever and resourceful. But he also knew that his estate was a fortress, impossible to breach. "Okay," he said finally, his voice dripping with condescension. "You can go outside. I'm going out for some work. I hope you'll be a good girl." Isabella's face"How dare you lie to me?" Vincent's voice was a low, menacing growl. "Because of you, I kept blaming an innocent person." Vincent turned and walked away, leaving Brandon and Mia staring after him in shock. Brandon's face twisted with rage as he turned to Mia. "Mia, get out of this house." Mia's eyes widened in shock. "I'm eight months pregnant, Brandon." Brandon's expression didn't change. "I don't care. Just leave." Mia's face crumpled, tears streaming down her face as she stumbled backward, away from Brandon. "Get out!!" Brandon's voice was a roar, echoing through the hallway. "How could Mia betray me like this? She's supposed to be on my side, not Isabella's. And Vincent...my own brother...how could he doubt me? "It's all Isabella's fault. She's the one who's been manipulating everyone, playing the victim. But I know the truth. I know she's a lyi
Isabella ran through the dense forest, her feet pounding against the damp earth. She had to escape, had to get away from Vincent and his twisted games. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to keep moving. The trees seemed to close in around her, their branches tangling together above her head like skeletal fingers. Isabella's heart was racing, her breath coming in short gasps. She stumbled over roots and fallen branches, her ankles twisting painfully. But she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. Not until she was safe. Suddenly, the ground gave way beneath her feet. Isabella cried out as she felt herself falling, her stomach lurching with a sickening sense of weightlessness. She managed to grab onto a rocky outcropping, her fingers closing around it like a vice. Isabella hung there, suspended in mid-air, her legs dangling over the edge of the cliff. The wind buffeted her, threa
Vincent's voice echoed through the forest, his calls growing more desperate with each passing moment. "Isabella! Where are you?" The darkness seemed to swallow his words, leaving only an oppressive silence in their wake. Vincent's face was etched with worry, his eyes scanning the forest floor with a growing sense of urgency. He didn't care that the others were searching too. He had to find her himself. Had to make sure she was safe. Vincent plunged deeper into the forest, his feet pounding against the damp earth. The rain had stopped, but the trees still dripped with water, casting eerie shadows on the ground. Suddenly, he heard a faint cry. "Vincent!" His heart leapt with hope as he spun towards the sound. "Isabella! Where are you?" There was a pause, and then he saw her. She was hanging off the edge of a cliff, her hand slipping, her eyes wide with fear. Vincent
The darkness of the night was palpable, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning vent above. Vincent and Isabella lay side by side, their eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers to unspoken questions. The clock on the nightstand glowed with an ethereal light, the numbers flashing 2:00 a.m. in neon blue. Vincent's voice broke the silence, his words barely above a whisper. "I could have killed you in our first meeting, Isabella. Why do you think I didn't?" Isabella turned her head, her eyes meeting Vincent's in the dim light. "I don't know," she replied, her voice equally soft. "Maybe you wanted to toy with me, to play games with my life." Vincent's gaze held hers, his eyes burning with an inner intensity. "No, Isabella. It's not that. You see, I was in the car that hit yours that day. I got out to kill you, to make sure you were dead. But when I saw you...you were still breathing. And
She entered the dining room, and her eyes locked onto Vincent, who was kissing a beautiful woman with long, curly hair. Isabella's anger boiled over, and she felt like she was going to explode. The woman, Megan, looked up, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Why is she still here?" Vincent turned, his eyes meeting Isabella's. "She's leaving," he said, his voice neutral. Isabella started to walk away, but Vincent caught her hand. "You can go after breakfast," he said, his eyes holding hers. Isabella jerked her hand free. "I'm fine, Mr. Moreno." She turned to leave but then spun back, her eyes blazing. "The more I hate you, the less it is." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Vincent and Megan staring after her. Isabella walked out of the mansion, her feet carrying her away from the pain and betrayal that lay within. But as soon as she stepped out into the
Isabella walked over to the basin, her legs feeling like jelly. She turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face, trying to calm herself down.As she looked up, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were wide, her face pale. She looked scared.Just then, she heard a knock at the door. "Isabella, I brought you some food," Luca called out.Isabella didn't respond. She was still trying to process the news.Luca knocked again, and when there was no answer, he pushed open the door and walked in. "Isabella, what's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his face.He spotted her standing by the basin, her face pale, and his eyes narrowed. "Isabella, what's going on?" he asked, his voice softer this time.Isabella turned to him, her eyes welling up with tears. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, her voice barely audible.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 Mafi
Isabella's arrival at the wedding venue was like a storm cloud on a sunny day. The atmosphere shifted, the air thickening with tension as she walked towards the altar. Every eye in the room was drawn to her, their faces a mixture of shock, curiosity, and concern.Vincent's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he watched Isabella approach. Megan, sensing something was wrong, clutched his arm, her eyes wide with fear.Isabella walked with a confident stride, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She was a vision of loveliness, her beauty and elegance a stark contrast to the anger and hurt simmering beneath her surface.As she reached the altar, Isabella's eyes locked onto Vincent's, a fierce intensity burning within them. She didn't say a word, didn't acknowledge him. Instead, she turned to Megan and handed her a bouquet of flowers."Congratulations," Isabella said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you're happy now."Megan's face twisted in anger, her eyes flashing with hatred.
Vincent's eyes blazed with anger as he glared at Isabella. "You thought you could easily hide him from me?" He spat, his voice venomous.Isabella stood tall, her eyes flashing with defiance. "He is not your son," she said, her voice steady.Vincent's face twisted in rage as he took a step closer to her. "Don't lie to me!" he snarled, his fists clenched.Isabella didn't back down, her eyes locked on Vincent's. "I'm not lying," she said, her voice firm.Vincent's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if searching for any sign of deception. Then, he nodded to one of his men, who stepped forward and handed Isabella a piece of paper.Isabella's eyes scanned the document, her face growing paler with each passing moment. The paper shook in her hand as she looked up at Vincent, her eyes wide with fear.Vincent's smile was cold and calculating. "DNA report," he said, his voice dripping with triumph. "100% match."Isabella's eyes dropped, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Vincent's words cut th
In the quiet sanctum of her office, Isabella sat with her elbows propped on her desk, her fingers steepled beneath her chin. Her eyes were unfocused, staring at the sleek surface but not really seeing it. The glow of her computer screen cast a pale blue light across her face, highlighting the furrow in her brow as she wrestled with thoughts that had nothing to do with the spreadsheets and contracts scattered around her. Vincent Moreno, the Mafia King, had invaded her mind once again, his piercing brown eyes haunting her every moment.Despite the betrayal that had shattered her heart into a million jagged pieces, Isabella couldn't deny the love she still felt for the man who had been her first and only love. It was a love born in fire and bathed in the shadows of deceit, but it was love nonetheless. And now, with the knowledge that Vincent was the father of her son, Zyne, the line between her past and present had blurred even further. The rage and pain she had carried with her for so l
Isabella felt the heat from Vincent's hands on her cheeks, his thumbs gently caressing her skin as his proposal hung in the air between them. The warmth of his touch sent waves of desire coursing through her body, making it difficult to think clearly.Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt or deceit. But all she found was the same intensity, the same love, that had been burning within him since the day they had met.Vincent's gaze never wavered, his eyes boring into hers with a fierce determination. "Marry me, Isabella," he repeated, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very core.Her breath hitched, and she felt her heart swell with emotions she had never allowed herself to fully experience. For a moment, she was lost in the depths of those piercing brown eyes, feeling the weight of his promise, his love, pressing down on her like a warm, comforting blanket.But reality came crashing back with a jolt. This was Vincent Moreno, the Mafia King, the ma
"Luca, can I ask you something?" He said, his voice low and serious.Luca nodded, his eyes locked on Vincent's. "Of course," he said. "What is it?"Vincent leaned forward, his elbows on the bar. "Why are you so loyal and caring towards Isabella?" he asked, his eyes searching Luca's face for answers.Luca's expression softened, and he looked away for a moment, collecting his thoughts. When he turned back to Vincent, his eyes were filled with a deep sadness."I was Isabella's mother's bodyguard," Luca said, his voice low and gravelly. "I was sworn to protect her and her family. When her mother passed away, she asked me to promise to take care of Isabella, to keep her safe from harm."Luca's eyes clouded over, and he paused, collecting himself before continuing."Isabella's mother knew that her stepmother would not treat Isabella kindly. She knew that she would be in danger, and she begged me to protect her. I promised her that I would, and I've kept that promise all these years."Vincen
Isabella 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