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
Zyne's innocent voice filled the room as he looked up at his mother with wide, curious eyes. "Mommy, who's that?" he asked, pointing at Vincent.Vincent's eyes were fixed on his son, his heart swelling with emotion as he took in the sight of the little boy. It was the first time he had seen Zyne, and he couldn't believe how much he looked like him.When his investigator had first told him that Isabella had a son, Vincent had been sure that the boy was his. He had felt a surge of happiness and excitement at the thought of being a father.But as he looked at Zyne now, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret and sadness. He had left Isabella, the woman he loved, so that she could live her life peacefully. He had thought that he was doing the right thing, but now he wasn't so sure.Vincent's marriage to Megan had been a disaster. Despite her beauty and charm, he had never been able to feel the same way about her as he had about Isabella. There had always been a distance between them, a
Zyne looked up at his mother, his eyes curious. "Why are there so many people at our house today, Mommy?" he asked.Isabella's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "We were just talking, baby. Just business talk. You must be tired from the walk, so go get fresh. I'll send your breakfast to your room."Zyne looked disappointed, but he nodded. "So, are you not going to eat with me today, Mommy?"Isabella's expression softened again. "Mummy is a little busy, baby. But we'll have lunch outside today, okay?"Zyne nodded, and Isabella's maid took him to his room. Vincent watched the exchange, his heart heavy with emotion.As soon as Zyne was out of earshot, Vincent turned to Isabella. "Why didn't you tell him I'm his dad?" he asked,Isabella's expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with anger. "Dad? Really, Vincent? You even thought about how I would introduce my son to you? You're a criminal, and my son doesn't like such things. With what relation have you come
Isabella sat in the living room, her eyes fixed on the door as she waited for the lawyer to arrive. Luca stood beside her, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for any sign of danger.The doorbell rang, and Luca immediately tensed, his hand on the gun holstered at his waist. Isabella's eyes flicked to him, and she nodded slightly. Luca relaxed, but only slightly, as he went to answer the door.A moment later, he returned with a middle-aged woman in a suit. The woman's eyes were keen, her face lined with age and experience."Isabella, this is Ms. Wendy Paul," Luca said, his voice low. "She's the best family lawyer in the city."Isabella stood, her hand extended. "Ms. Paul. Thank you for coming."Wendy Paul's handshake was firm, her eyes locked on Isabella's. "It's my pleasure, Isabella. Please, call me Wendy."Isabella nodded, gesturing to the couch. "Please, sit down."As they sat, Luca took up a position by the door, his eyes fixed on the hallway. Isabella's eyes flicked to him
Isabella stood outside the courthouse, her eyes fixed on Vincent's car as it pulled up to the curb. She could feel her anger simmering just below the surface, waiting to boil over.As Vincent stepped out of the car, Isabella's eyes narrowed. She took a step forward, her fists clenched at her sides. She was ready to fight, ready to take on the man who had once claimed to love her.Vincent smiled as he caught sight of her, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Isabella," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You look lovely today."Isabella's anger flared, her face burning with rage. "Don't speak to me," she spat, her voice venomous. "Don't even think about speaking to me."Vincent chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers.Isabella took another step forward, her eyes blazing with fury. "You have no right to speak to me like that," she hissed. "You have no right to even look at me."Vincent's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with triumph. "Oh, but I do," he said, his voice dripping with confi
Wendy Paul stood confidently before the judge, presenting her evidence against Vincent Moreno. But Vincent's lawyer, Mr. Jenkins, was not easily swayed."Your Honor, this evidence is circumstantial at best," Mr. Jenkins said, waving his hand dismissively. "These witnesses are unreliable, and these financial records can be explained away."Wendy's face fell, but she quickly regained her composure. "But what about the testimony from the former mafia member who came forward to testify against Mr. Moreno?" she asked.Mr. Jenkins smiled. "That testimony has been discredited, Your Honor. The witness has a history of dishonesty and has been proven to be unreliable."The judge nodded thoughtfully. "Very well. It seems that the evidence presented by Ms. Paul is not sufficient to prove Mr. Moreno's connections to organized crime."Vincent's lawyer smiled triumphantly. "Furthermore, Your Honor, we have evidence that proves Ms. Isabella and Mr. Moreno were indeed in a romantic relationship seven
Isabella started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, her mind still reeling from the events of the day. Zyne, who had been quietly observing the scene in the courtroom, suddenly spoke up from the backseat."Mommy, is he my daddy?" he asked, his voice innocent and curious.Isabella's expression turned bitter as she glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting Zyne's big brown eyes. She knew she couldn't lie to him, not when anyone could see the resemblance between Vincent and Zyne."Yes, sweetie, he is your father," she said, her voice tight with anger.Zyne's eyes widened, and he looked out the window, his face scrunched up in thought. "Why didn't he come see me before?" he asked, his voice tinged with sadness.Isabella's expression darkened. "Because he's not a good man, Zyne," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "He doesn't care about us. He only cares about himself."Zyne looked at her again, his eyes searching for answers. "Does he love me?" he asked, his voice barely above
Isabella walked down the hallway, checking on Zyne one last time before heading to her own room. She had just tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, and now she was looking forward to a quiet evening to herself.As she approached her bedroom door, the doorbell rang, shrill and insistent. Isabella's heart skipped a beat as she checked the time. Who could be visiting at this late hour?She felt a shiver run down her spine as she walked towards the front door. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should answer it, but something compelled her to open it.As soon as she turned the handle and pulled the door open, Vincent pushed his way inside, his eyes blazing with intensity. Isabella tried to scream, but he was too quick, pinning her against the wall as he clamped his hand over her mouth.She struggled and kicked, but Vincent was too strong, holding her in place with ease. Isabella's eyes widened in terror as she felt his warm breath on her face, his lips inches from hers.Vincen
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