All Chapters of Mafia's Lost Princess: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Damon"How do we even get there? No matter. I'm sure we'll be able to work something out between you and me. I heard the rumors from a trusted source. Donatella has this way of spinning stories.But she heard it from one of the lower cadre, one of the lesser families, I mean. I believe it was a man called Sergio or something along those lines. He said he saw her in the flesh, although I highly doubt it." I needed something to throw Frederick off Isabella's trail, and suddenly a bright idea came to mind. "Anastasia.""Who?" Frederick asked."Romanoff. Anastasia Romanoff. When they were looking for her and many others in previous times, those who said they found her brought fake women. Women who looked and sounded like her, same eyes, same hair, similar looks.But they were not her because they didn't have the same memories. They didn't know the things she was supposed to know. Perhaps that's the kind of person Sergio claimed to see. I wouldn't be surprised if the masked king stooped th

Isabella "Cassandra," the name escaped my mouth as it started to chant in my mind like a mantra. First, there was Frederick calling, and finally the email. So, she does have a treasure trove, and I had suspected she had a place where she kept everything. People like her... they're like creatures that like to keep a part of their prey. They remind me of dragons. They hoard treasures hidden somewhere, sometimes using them, sometimes not. But it's clear that Cassandra uses hers. "Of course, it all makes sense now. All she has to do is pull out some things from what happened a couple of years ago," I said. "Many things happened two years ago, but I think the most resounding one in my memory..." Damon suddenly stopped talking and stared off into the distance. "Two years ago, Martinez threatened to pull out of the alliance with Donatella. Cassandra managed to convince him somehow." "So she convinced him with whatever was in the box," Julio said. "We find that place, and we have everythi

Isabella My eyes found George as he continued to fumble. Suddenly, his demeanour fell calm as he took in a breath. "Forgive my nerves. I have never been in the presence of the masked King. I hadn't realized he would be such an impressive man. I've heard many stories about you, my King," he bowed. The masked King cocked his head to one side; I could imagine Damon rolling his eyes beside me. "Let's get this over with," he said in a deeper voice, startling George slightly. "Of course," George replied. He reached beside his chair to pull out a folder. "This is what I can offer the princess. It's not much, but it is something." Inside were documents, or rather, promissory notes. "You mean to give me your properties?" the masked King asked. "Yes, there's no better test for loyalty than that. The one I have promised is valued at 4 million euros. It belongs to my family. Frankly, I shouldn't be giving away my inheritance, but the situation calls for it. I will never ask you for anythin

DamonI trusted Frank to find the traitor while, as promised, I focused on the meeting happening the next day. I shot a quick text to Nicholas, reminding him of his obligation to be there. "Don't worry, you'll see me," Nicholas replied before hanging up.That morning, I walked into my bathroom after a restless night. Unfortunately, Isabella had chosen to pout and clutch onto Paula for some reason."Is this about the cookies?" I was truly baffled by her behavior. “Or was it something else? Maybe she has an idea about the mask.” I mused."You took three. You shortened my ration. If you wanted cookies, why didn't you ask Marie to get you some?" She hugged her friend, who giggled and patted her hand before they walked away from me. I shook my head at the memory as I squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush.Less than an hour later, I walked out of the house with seven of my men behind me, all garbed similarly. Dave stood outside the helicopter with a bruised eyebrow and a black eye. "I as

IsabellaI felt very different. And so did my perception of things, especially Damon. But at the forefront of my mind was the attempt on my life. I sat on Paula's bed, staring at the wall and replaying the attempt on my life over and over again. The guns, the yells, the sound of the car screeching, and then the explosion. It was as though there was a light switch going off and on in my head."Are you okay?" Paula asked as she laid beside me."No," I told her the truth. "I don't think there's anything wrong with me, but I think... there's something terribly wrong here. I keep seeing pieces of what happened, but I find it hard to piece them together.""Is it the attempt?" Paula softly asked.I nodded yes and then continued to stare at the wall as though the hologram of what happened was playing on it and the world was a projector.Suddenly, it was as though I left my own body and started to see it from a bird's eye view. I could see the car moving forward, and then in the distance, I c