Isabella drummed her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as she sat stuck in traffic. Her eyes scanned the crowded sidewalk, her gaze drifting over the sea of faces. And then, suddenly, she saw her."Mia?" Isabella's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on the familiar figure.Mia was walking down the sidewalk, her hand cradling her four-month pregnant belly. She looked pale and tired, her eyes sunken and her skin sallow.Isabella's heart went out to her, despite the anger and resentment she still felt towards her sister. She quickly pulled over to the side of the road and jumped out of the car, weaving through the crowds to reach Mia."Mia!!" Isabella called out, her voice rising above the din of the traffic.Mia turned, her eyes locking onto Isabella's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.And then Mia's face crumpled, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Sis!!" she sobbed, her body shaking with sobs.Isabella's heart went o
Luca raised an eyebrow, his expression curious. "So, you've given him a chance?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.Isabella rolled her eyes, her expression exasperated. "It's not what you're thinking," she said, her voice firm. "I don't want that man to think he's got a chance with me forever. I'm not interested."Luca's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "And why's that?" he asked, his voice gentle.Isabella's expression turned bitter. "Look at Mia, whom he fell in love with and married. And now, he's making her life hell. I don't want to end up like that."Luca's expression softened; his eyes filled with understanding. "Not everyone is the same, Isabella," he said, his voice low and soothing.Isabella's expression turned stubborn. "Stop lecturing, Uncle," she said, her voice firm. "You were never in a relationship, so how would you understand?"Luca's eyes turned sad, his expression melancholy. "I was," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.Isabella's eyes widened in su
"Let's walk," Vincent said, his eyes glinting with amusement.Isabella nodded, her expression neutral. "Okay."As they strolled down the street, the cool night air enveloped them, the sounds of the city fading into the background. They walked in comfortable silence, their footsteps synchronized."Your family?" Vincent asked, breaking the silence.Isabella's expression turned somber. "None."Vincent's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "I grew up in Spain with my maternal grandparents."Isabella's eyes narrowed, her expression curious. "Your mom was from Spain."Vincent nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yes, but my dad was American."Isabella's eyes widened in surprise, her expression intrigued. "Interesting."Vincent chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "See, you start liking me."Isabella's expression turned cold, her eyes glinting with amusement. "No chance."As they continued walking, Isabella's leg suddenly hurt, and she winced in pain. She looked down
Two days passed, and Vincent slowly opened his eyes, wincing in pain as the bright hospital lights assaulted his senses. His gaze fell upon Isabella, who was sleeping in a chair beside his bed, her head lolled to one side.Vincent's eyes narrowed, his mind foggy. "Was she here all night?" he whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse.As he shifted in bed, a searing pain shot through his back, and he couldn't help but groan. Isabella's eyes snapped open, and she sat up with a start, her gaze locking onto Vincent's."Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "Thank God you've woken up."Vincent's eyes searched hers, his expression skeptical. "Were you worried about me?"Isabella's expression changed, her eyes flashing with a hint of defiance. "Not at all," she said, her voice cool. "I don't want to be the reason for someone's pain."Vincent's smile was wry, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, really? That's probably why you kept saying that night, 'Please, nothing can hap
Vincent's eyes burned with intensity, his voice low and husky. "I'm telling the truth, Isabella. I loved you from the moment I saw you for the first time."Isabella's expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with a hint of fear. "I must leave now," she said, her voice firm.But Vincent was too quick. He reached out, his hand closing around her wrist."Don't hide your feelings," he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers. "I know you feel the same way."Isabella's eyes narrowed, her expression skeptical. She looked at him, her gaze searching. "It's not like that," she said, her voice soft. "I'm not someone with whom one should come into a relationship."Vincent's smile was gentle, his eyes burning with desire. "But I want you," he whispered, his voice husky.Without warning, he pulled her towards him, his lips crashing down on hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all-consuming. Isabella's lips parted, her mouth opening to Vi
Vincent's car wound its way up the driveway, the trees growing thicker and the darkness deepening as they delved deeper into the forest. Isabella's eyes widened as the mansion came into view, its sprawling facade lit up like a beacon in the night.As they stepped out of the car, Isabella's gaze swept over the grounds, taking in the high walls, the guards patrolling the perimeter, and the state-of-the-art security cameras. Her eyes met Vincent's, a hint of surprise and curiosity sparkling in their depths."Is this your mansion?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Vincent nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes."Isabella's eyes roamed over the mansion's facade, her expression thoughtful. "Seeing all this, it seems like you're some kind of mafia king."Her laughter was husky, and Vincent's smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners."No one can find you here," he said, his voice low and reassuring.
Vincent's eyes gleamed with mischief as he closed the door behind Isabella, his hands reaching out to pin her against the door. "It's time to complete the challenge we left unfinished that day."Isabella's eyes flashed with defiance, her voice husky. "It's not easy for me to melt."Vincent's smile was a slow, sultry curve of his lips. "Let's see."Without warning, his lips crashed down on hers, his hand pinning her wrists above her head. The kiss was passionate, all-consuming, and Isabella felt her resistance melting away.Vincent's hand tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. His lips left hers, trailing down her neck, leaving a mark that made her shiver with pleasure.Isabella's eyes closed, her head tilting back as Vincent's lips moved down to her cleavage, his kisses sending shivers down her spine.Vincent's voice was a low, husky whisper. "You're already melting."He spun her around,
Vincent's movements were slow and gentle, his body merging with hers in a tender, loving union. Isabella's moans grew louder, her body arching under his.Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, falling like diamonds onto her cheeks. She felt a deep connection, a sense of belonging she had never experienced before.For the first time in her life, Isabella felt love. It was a fragile, tentative thing, but it was there, shining like a beacon in the darkness.She looked up at Vincent, her eyes teary and vulnerable. He gazed back at her, his eyes filled with concern."Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.Isabella nodded, her smile trembling. "I'm fine," she whispered back.Vincent's eyes searched hers, as if seeking reassurance. Then, with a soft smile, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, loving kiss.Isabella's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. She
"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
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