บททั้งหมดของ Mafia's Lost Princess: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Isabella An hour later, my hair was mostly dried and had resumed its curly nature. It had dried to a slightly darker color than before. Instead of the slightly orange shade my hair had previously, it was now a fully dark red with undertones of black. 'I don't think it's too bad,' I said as I played with the still-damp hair. Damon was the subject of my protest and complaints. He sat on the bed, watching me as I toyed around with my hair. 'Come here,' he said as he patted the bed beside him. My heart rate picked up at the tone he used. It was silent but commanding. His eyes suddenly grew darker as he peeked at me through his eyelashes. I sat on the bed slowly beside him, and his face broke out into a smile. 'Why do you look like that?' he asked with a slight laugh. 'Because you look like you want to eat me,' I replied. 'I do, but not now,' Damon said as he leaned his elbows on his knees. 'I will make a few calls, and I'll need to go back to the opposite end of the room, possibly to

IsabellaHe said he'd meet us at the aerodrome. Miguel sighed as he put his phone down. "Where is that?" I asked."It's a relatively new establishment," Julio explained. "It's nothing in particular, but it can be a very discreet area.”“Why are we meeting there? There's almost nothing out there." He turned his face towards Miguel, who smirked and looked away. I had come to accept that silence was a good thing in instances like this."What's next?" I asked Julio, who had a sour expression on his face."We wait. We wait and get ready for the next two days. Hopefully, we won't have any funny business from now till then. Let's just try to keep things quiet until we're ready to go." His words would resonate in my mind for the next two days.I had no clothes to pack, so leaving was relatively easy. Paula and I gorged ourselves on Joseph's impeccable cooking. He seemed rather sad to watch Julio leave but didn't express much feelings when it was obvious that Paula was with Michael. We said ou

DamonWaiting for me was the house staff, whom I directed to have things ready for Isabella's arrival in the next couple of days.“Cross check and give me a status report when you're done. Have Marie attend to her personally. She's coming in today, i dont want anything out of place.” I told the white-haired man that was my butler.“Immediately, Sir.” He said in a clear voice. “Will they be all sir? he asked.“No.” The butler gave me a deep bow before retreating through the double doors of the front entrance. "Get me my mask and a black suit," I directed to the nearest staff member, who ran as fast as his feet could take him. Moments later, he returned with a suit holder and a black box under his arm. I opened the black box and found a replica of my mask as well as a bundle of black gloves."It will have to do for now." In the bag was my signature black suit that I chose to wear for occasions such as the meeting that was coming up soon. I gave the boy a nod and tossed him a bill befor

IsabellaThe lady had called it a manor, but I called it a castle. After all, it was a castle. I hadn't remember seeing it when I was younger, but I remember my father speaking of it once or twice. "Who was the previous owner?" I asked the lady, whose name was Marie. She was a middle-aged woman with salt and pepper blonde hair that was pulled back from her face into a professional-looking bun.She was dressed in a black skirt suit that stopped at her knees, as well as a pair of black pumps that made clicking sounds as she walked the marbled hallways of the castle."It belonged to the previous mafia king, Marcel Montenegro," she said. "Of course, this means that it was mostly lost and auctioned after your uncle came into power, but the current mafia king bought it."Suddenly, my eyes caught a portrait. It was of a meadow that reminded me of the one that my father used to take me to when I was much younger. It was dusted with lavender flowers mixed with others that I didn't remember wh

Isabella Tomorrow arrived with a lack of sleep for me due to the excitement I felt. It went without saying that I tossed and turned all through the night, thinking about what the day would bring. I only managed to get a couple of hours of sleep before I heard a knock on my door. Even after picking an outfit and trying to get the dark circles under my eyes to disappear, I still looked like a zombie. "Paula," I said into my phone, "can you help me please? I look terrible." Paula's voice sounded groggy, but her face, when she came into my room, showed otherwise. She sat me down at the vanity and started to tinker around with some of the things in the cabinet. She rubbed a few things under my eyes and asked me if I wanted some makeup. "No," I said, earning a surprised look from her. "Why not?" "If I touch my eyes... I'll get stuff all over my hands," I said with a yawn. "If I'm going to get you to stop looking like a zombie, I'm going to have to put on some makeup, even if it's jus