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Isla~When I decided to go with Dante, I didn't imagine we would be taking a one hour flight on his private jet from Las Vegas to Los Angeles. I mean, he did warn me that we would be spending a couple days out here, so I really shouldn't be this surprised.I had been on many private flights before but none was quite like this. The kind of attention I was given by the staff onboard whenever they realized I was "Mrs Moretti" was overwhelming. It was almost like it was a pleasure for them to serve me but not because of me. They were obviously doing it to get on Dante's good side and for some reason, I didn't really mind.I just sat back, relaxing as I was being treated to the best flight experience, whilst being completely ignored by Dante.I listened to a couple of his discussions over the phone, straining my ears really hard to listen for anything that might pique my interest. I however gave up when he suddenly switched to Italian, deciding to sleep through the rest of the journey.
Last Updated : 2025-04-24What The Don Wants Dante Moretti
Isla~ Tonight, I was getting engaged to my father's sworn enemy, a man with a vendetta against our family. I stared blankly at my reflection in the mirror, as I was being dolled up in preparation for his arrival. My supposed husband-to-be would be here anytime from now, and I had to look perfect for him. I took a look at the black, evening dress that ran all the way down to my feet. It clung to me like a second skin, it's expensive noose tightening around my body. The dress was stunning, to say the least but it might as well be a funeral attire. A part of me was about to die tonight. It was a gift from HIM, I was told. A sigh left my lips as my mind suddenly drifted off to Jake, my boyfriend. Just a few days ago, he had called to inform me that he would be coming back to Vegas, to me. He had been away for years and we excitedly made plans on all the things we would do, places we would visit together. I guess none of those would be happening now. By the time he gets back, I
Last Updated : 2025-03-20What The Don Wants I'll do it
Isla~ Terror. That was all I felt as he grabbed hold of my wrist, pulling me back into the house. "Let go of me, you monster!" I screeched. "Go ahead, little princess. Scream all you want!" Dante mocked, his eyes reflecting something sinister. With every attempt I made to free myself, his grip only seemed to get tighter. I was absolutely no match for his raw strength. "Nobody's coming to save you." I panicked even more as he dragged me up the flight of stairs. I was only beginning to notice that he didn't come alone. He was accompanied by an entourage of masked men in black coats, all armed to the teeth. It made me realize that he was even more dangerous, more powerful than I've been made to believe. I'd rather die than be his bride. We soon arrived at my family's living room and he forcefully shoved me onto a nearby sofa. Where the hell was everybody? Weren't they hearing my screams? Dante plopped himself down on a sofa just across from me. Even sitting, he still
Last Updated : 2025-03-20What The Don Wants Wedding bells
Isla~This was it. This was the moment my entire life would come crashing down. Today, I would officially be wedded to Dante Moretti. I would be wedded to a man who had no problem with wiping out my entire family. The sound of the wedding bells sent jolts through my body, making me feel more like a prisoner, who was about to be executed on a death row. With every step I took towards the altar, I felt suffocated by the wedding dress and veil over my face. The bouquet of flowers felt like thorns in my hands and the scent made me sick to my stomach. A small crowd of people were already gathered, which included my parents and household staff. I couldn't see Matteo anywhere, which was quite understandable. I didn't want to be here too. I was walking down the aisle by myself, as my father was now confined to a wheelchair. He still had bullet wounds in his thighs and I remember my mother's words to me on his account. "This is all your fault!" She had yelled angrily at me. "
Last Updated : 2025-03-20What The Don Wants Breaking point
Dante~ Isla hadn’t said a word since we left the church, which was expected. I did kill her brother. She sat stiffly in the backseat, her wedding dress stained with blood that wasn't hers. Her hands trembled in between her laps, but she didn’t wipe away the tears streaming down her face. She didn’t look at me, didn’t acknowledge me. That was fine. She would still have to face me sooner or later. The car ride was silent, the tension thick enough to choke on. My men were in the front, driving us back to my estate, while I sat beside her, watching with keen interest. I had never been with a redhead before and a part of me was curious to know how she would taste. I knew however, that there was absolutely no need to rush. She now belonged to me. Those lush lips of hers would certainly be put to good use, and those eyes! She definitely had her father's eyes. The hatred burning in them wasn’t new. I had seen it in countless people before her. It only made me more obsessed with brea
Last Updated : 2025-03-20What The Don Wants A guest
Isla~It's been two days. Two days since I've been locked up in this room. All I did was cry myself to sleep and thrash various objects in the room.It was all my fault. My brother was dead because of me.Maybe if I wasn't trying to run from my fate or fight it, I wouldn't be in this mess right now. I had lost both my brother and my freedom.A series of knock suddenly came from the door and I already knew who they were. Apparently, Dante had hired an entire posse of personal attendants to look after me. I was however unmoved by this gesture."Mrs Moretti?" A voice called out from outside and I frowned.That name. I was now bearing the surname of my brother's killer. It made me feel like every bit of a murderer as Dante is, and I hated that feeling.I tightened my grip on the bedsheet as they continued to knock and call for me."Mrs Moretti, please let us in." "Go away!" I screamed at them, sinking further into the king-sized bed. I didn't want to be around anyone right now. Why can'
Last Updated : 2025-03-20What The Don Wants Don't need saving
Isla~I let out a shaky breath as I paced back and forth on the balcony.He was here.Jake was finally here after all these years, but he was no longer the man I once loved.He was now dining with the same man who murdered my brother, destroyed my family. Maybe I could equally regard him an enemy?I thought back to the day he left the City, how I begged for him to at least take me along, to never leave me here. My pleas all fell on deaf ears and so did my demand for the truth about what he was really traveling for."It's just business," he had told me.I was left in the dark. I had always been in the dark about everything.I suddenly tensed up, startled by heavy, approaching footsteps.Turns out the "dinner" wasn't just any regular dinner. Both Dante and Jake have been involved in very shady businesses for years. That was the real reason Jake left me in the first place; to work with criminals and murderers.Tonight, they were signing some kind of "deal" and I took advantage of Dante
Last Updated : 2025-04-14What The Don Wants No killer
Isla~After leaving Jake at the balcony, I didn't have the heart to go back to whatever dinner party Dante was hosting.I couldn't sit at the table with those men, smiling and pretending to enjoy their company.I decided to head back to my room, where I planned to lock myself up until my absence would be noticed and I'd probably be dragged out again.Now alone in my room, I saw no need to fight back the tears that had been threatening to fall from my eyes. Grabbing a nearby pillow, I buried my face in there and let out a series of screams. This was my life now. Pushing people I love and care about away, just to keep them safe.Jake Pennington.How he got involved with someone like Dante was still beyond me. What could he possibly want that Dante had? And why did it have to be Dante?My father?What did he really do to make Dante so obsessed with ruining our lives.There were so many questions and I had no answers. I was slowly developing a headache from too much thinking....So I d
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What The Don Wants Hearts
Isla~When I decided to go with Dante, I didn't imagine we would be taking a one hour flight on his private jet from Las Vegas to Los Angeles. I mean, he did warn me that we would be spending a couple days out here, so I really shouldn't be this surprised.I had been on many private flights before but none was quite like this. The kind of attention I was given by the staff onboard whenever they realized I was "Mrs Moretti" was overwhelming. It was almost like it was a pleasure for them to serve me but not because of me. They were obviously doing it to get on Dante's good side and for some reason, I didn't really mind.I just sat back, relaxing as I was being treated to the best flight experience, whilst being completely ignored by Dante.I listened to a couple of his discussions over the phone, straining my ears really hard to listen for anything that might pique my interest. I however gave up when he suddenly switched to Italian, deciding to sleep through the rest of the journey.
What The Don Wants Buckle up
Isla~"I'm only a mere result of your father's treachery." "You think of me a monster, when you've..."Dante's words kept ringing in my head for some reason and no matter what, I couldn't seem to get them out.I had confronted him later that night in hopes of getting some answers but he just dismissed me, saying something along the lines of:"Look closely, the truth might just reveal itself." I didn't know what that meant, but I'm sure as hell about to find out.This morning, I watched him get dressed for his usual "business" meetings and an idea struck me.I didn't really know anything of what he actually does in these meetings and I was tired of remaining on the sidelines, hidden away from everything that was going on around me.Perhaps if I follow him, I might just get the answers I'm looking for. I might be able to see through his eyes for once.Maybe I might finally start to understand the reason for his thirst for vengeance and power.Or I get to be proven right about him bein
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Isla~"How dare you, Dante?" I seethed at the mafia don seated across from me, a cigar between his lips.Earlier, I got information on where he had been. It made me furious."We had a fucking agreement!" I yelled, feeling like I was about to burst from all the anger I felt.Dante however, didn't seem to be even slightly fazed by my outburst. His eyes had a bored expression as he listened to me rant continuously."You forcefully took me as your wife." I continued."You've killed my brother.""The least you can do is leave my parents alone!"Silence.The more he just sat there without a single care in the world, the angrier I got. We were talking about my parents for goodness's sake!Slamming my palm hard against the table, I abruptly pushed myself up on my feet. I was fed up with his bullshit."I'm talking to you, asshole!" I hissed.A pair of strong hands was suddenly clamped on my shoulders, pressing down and forcing me back into my seat.Katya."Ssshhh... little bird." She whispered
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Dante~Last time I was here, I was certain there were more people around. And the atmosphere definitely wasn't reeking of depression and abandonment.Looks like a lot had changed.Staring right at Santos DeLuca now, it was hard to believe that he was the same man that made me tremble in fear.Feeble and grey, seated on a wheelchair, there was no longer anything particularly threatening about him. Still, I wasn't done with my revenge.I still wanted more. I wanted him to feel the pain of everything he took from me.Making myself comfortable on a sofa, I casually crossed one leg over the other, keeping my eyes on his tensed form.He was afraid of me now. Good for him."Won't you stand up to greet your guest, Mr DeLuca?" I mocked, looking down at his legs.His jaws clenched but he didn't dare to say anything in response. He could only look back at me with wide, brown eyes, much like Isla's. The way his hands trembled, I wondered if it was still just fear or anger. Either way, I wasn't t
What The Don Wants Little bird
Isla~"You must be Boss Dante's wife." I looked up at the blond woman with brown eyes, who was standing at a height of about 6 foot. From her accent, I could tell she was Russian.I narrowed my eyes at her outstretched hands, refusing to shake her."You must be the new babysitter." I retorted, leaning back on my seat and folding my arms."I don't like you already." The woman rolled her eyes at her comment like she was already used to it, plopping herself down on a sofa and making herself comfortable."I'm not surprised." She smirked, turning her eyes to the TV show I had been watching."He did say you have an attitude problem." My eyebrows furrowed and I clenched my fists at her words. I couldn't still believe that this was really happening, that I was being assigned to a fucking babysitter."I'm here to fix that." "I'm not a fucking child!" I seethed, jumping up from my seat as if it would prove my point.She arched a brow at me."Looks like I'm going to need a swear jar." Furio
What The Don Wants Trouble
Isla~"Put me down, you devil!" I screamed, pounding against his back as he carried me up the stairs like I weighed nothing.It's been over three days since my attempted suicide and I've been busy getting myself into all manner of trouble ever since.Setting his office on fire, crashing one of his favorite cars into a wall and terrorizing the maids in the house, I did everything I could think of to annoy Dante, to make him snap.I had grossly underestimated his tolerance for my antics. Because no matter how hard I tried, Dante never got nearly as pissed off as I wanted him to be.Except today.I had slipped into his kennel and "accidentally" let his dogs loose in the yard... and boy, did he finally lose it!He tried so hard to keep a neutral expression, treating me to silence as he had me over his shoulder.He was clearly fed up at this point. Good.I didn't plan to make it any easier for him."Put me down!" I continued with my yelling and trashing as we approached the master bedroom
What The Don Wants Dare to die
Isla~A small smile stretched my lips as I looked down at the view below the balcony. It was easily over five storeys high and a fall from here would definitely be lethal. I could die but then again, was I really living?Climbing onto the very edge of the balcony, I stretched out my arm to enjoy the feeling of the rushing wind in my hair. I relished the momentary feeling of freedom.For the first time in a long while, I felt ... unstoppable.The bedroom door was suddenly swung open with a great force, almost falling off its hinges. Dante stormed in, his grey eyes blazing with an unholy rage. They instantly locked onto me and my grin widened as I watched him come to a slow halt.He definitely wasn't expecting this."Isla..." He began to say, taking a single step forward."You get down from there, right now." A dry chuckle escaped me. He was trying so hard to hide his panic. I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, how his voice strained to stay in control.It would be way too
What The Don Wants Trouble
[A/N: The chapter is starting with a little flashback from Dante's point of view. Enjoy!"]Dante~"No!" I muttered, frantically trying to shake off my blindfold.Panic coursed through me as I couldn't see a single thing. I could only hear voices, footsteps.And they were all dangerous men. I could tell."Whoever you are, please..." I began to say."Let's talk about this." I tried to move, but my hands were firmly tied to the back of my seat.I was in trouble and I knew it."Whatever you want... I'll pay...I promise."Fear seeped through my voice, but it wasn't myself I was afraid for.I had to get out of here. I had to get back to her.I had to get back to Nancy."Please. You have to let me go." I pleaded, my voice going up by an octave.My blindfold was suddenly taken off, exposing me to the harsh brightness of a lamp.I instinctively squinted my eyes in a bid to adjust to the room around me, and that was when I finally saw him.Santos.He slowly stepped into the light, leaning clos
What The Don Wants No killer
Isla~After leaving Jake at the balcony, I didn't have the heart to go back to whatever dinner party Dante was hosting.I couldn't sit at the table with those men, smiling and pretending to enjoy their company.I decided to head back to my room, where I planned to lock myself up until my absence would be noticed and I'd probably be dragged out again.Now alone in my room, I saw no need to fight back the tears that had been threatening to fall from my eyes. Grabbing a nearby pillow, I buried my face in there and let out a series of screams. This was my life now. Pushing people I love and care about away, just to keep them safe.Jake Pennington.How he got involved with someone like Dante was still beyond me. What could he possibly want that Dante had? And why did it have to be Dante?My father?What did he really do to make Dante so obsessed with ruining our lives.There were so many questions and I had no answers. I was slowly developing a headache from too much thinking....So I d
