"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 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
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'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
Isabella had traveled to another city for a meeting, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that she needed to do something special for Brandon's birthday her fiancé. She had remembered that today was his special day, and she wanted to surprise him.As soon as her meeting was over, Isabella rushed to the airport and caught a flight back to her hometown. She had bought a beautiful, expensive watch for Brandon, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when she gave it to him.When she arrived at Brandon's house, she noticed that his servants were not at home. She thought it was a bit strange, but she didn't think much of it. She went to his bedroom, thinking that she would surprise him with the watch.As she approached the bedroom door, she heard the sound of moans. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that the voices were familiar. She slowly pushed open the door, and what she saw made her blood run cold.Brandon, her fiancé, was in bed with her sister, Mia. They were intim
The atmosphere was tense as the family gathered to discuss the upcoming wedding. Michael Rizzo, Isabella's father, beamed with pride as he showed off the new house he had bought for the couple in Paris. Brandon's eyes locked onto Isabella's, and for a moment, it seemed like nothing else mattered.But then, Isabella's voice cut through the air, her words dripping with venom. "Do you think I'll go through with this marriage after knowing the truth about these two?" She spat, her eyes blazing with anger.Isabella's eyes flashed with tears, but she stood tall, her voice steady. "I won't marry a man who cheats on me with my own sister," she declared, her words echoing through the room. "Brandon doesn't deserve me, and I refuse to marry him."The room fell silent, with all eyes on Isabella. Olivia's face turned red with rage, and he slapped Isabella across the face. "You're selfish; you only care about yourself. You don't want to marry; you should have told us earlier. Don't give us a fake e
Chapter 3Two years had passed since Isabella had left New York and started her new life in Miami. She had thrown herself into her work, and her company had flourished under her leadership. She had expanded her business, opening new branches and offices all over the world. And now, her company had its headquarters in Miami, where she oversaw all the operations.Isabella had become even more reserved and cold over the years. She had built walls around herself, and few people were able to penetrate her defenses. She was a force to be reckoned with in the business world, and people respected her for her intelligence, her strategic thinking, and her ruthless determination.Meanwhile, Brandon's life had taken a different turn. After marrying Mia, he had merged his company with Moreno & Rizzo, and he had become the CEO of the new entity. However, his success was short-lived. One of his factories had been set on fire by an enemy, and the company had suffered a huge loss. Brandon was strugglin
Mia's voice was defensive as she spoke up for her sister. "You're blaming my sister; she's cold but not so cruel," she said, her eyes flashing with anger.Brandon's expression was grim. "He has a strong reason, Mia, and you know it," he said, his voice low and even.Mia shook her head. "I know my sister; she's not what you think," she said, her voice firm.But Olivia was having none of it. Her face was twisted with anger and hatred. "Stop favoring your stepsister; she did all this," she spat, her voice venomous. "First, she caused Brandon's parents to have an accident, then she set our factory on fire and destroyed everything. She's taking revenge."Brandon's phone rang.He answered it, his face turning serious as he listened to the person on the other end. Mia's eyes were fixed on him, her expression worried."What happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Brandon's face was grim. "There's a board meeting," he said, his voice low. "There's some important discussion."Oli
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