All Chapters of Mafia's Lost Princess: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

IsabellaAfter glasses of wine and sharing stories, Nicholas called it a night, and I saw him off to the helicopter that was ready for him to leave. "I'm once again very sorry for the intrusion," he said. I shook my head and waved him off."Your intrusion is welcome anytime. Trust me. You're welcome here," I said with a smile as I parted his hands."Once this is done, I'm sure you'll be able to bring your wife and son back home to you. I'm sure they miss you very much.""I miss them, and yes, I will be very glad to see that day happen. I was almost resigned that I would leave here within the next few years, but seeing you now somehow renews the hope within me. It was lovely to meet you, Princess. Truly. Thank you, Damon, for your help. I'm glad to meet you." Damon shook his head and slapped him on the shoulder."Get out," he said.Just as I started walking back, Damon grabbed my hand and pulled me along for a short walk. We enjoyed the evening breeze and the silence until my feet star

Isabella Even though Michael was calling behind me, I ran into the house until I remembered Damon was most likely at the gym. I made a quick U-turn, almost falling due to the slippery marble, and then ran straight to where I remembered the gym was. It was a large building beside the main castle, almost like a miniature version of the castle itself. Damon was standing outside, drinking a bottle of something that I didn't recognize. I stopped some distance away, feeling the adrenaline wear off. "What do you want me to tell him?" I heard Michael say as he suddenly appeared beside me. "Give this to him. Tell him to click on the video," I said, catching my breath. Michael jogged over to Damon. The exchange looked quite strange. Michael said something, showed the phone to Damon, who took it, and then said something else. He looked towards me and then started to walk over. If not for the fact that I loved the man, I would have thought he was walking over to kill me. He looked angry

Isabella I understand you don't want to be here. I believe I've done you wrong by inviting you in the first place," Frank said as he took a slow step towards me. "But Rodrigo has changed. More accurately, he has been pleading with me to meet with you. He needs to meet with you." I closed my eyes and suddenly saw myself standing outside my body. My body began to gasp for air desperately, as though I were a fish out of water. I clawed at my throat as I began to lower myself to the ground. I didn't care that my trousers were light blue and would get dirty from the sand. I also didn't care that my nearly white shirt would be stained. The ground was suddenly very comfortable for me. I wanted to go back, but I was forced to watch myself suffer a panic attack. My hand closed around my throat as I struggled for air and at the same time pushed back until I hit the car door. Frank and Rodrigo had already closed in around me, making me shake my head with tears running down my face profuse

Damon "What do you want?" I said to Valentino. The man was sitting in my gazebo, swiping through his phone with his legs crossed. I had changed out of the clothes I wore earlier and was now dressed in black. Julio sat opposite Valentino, looking at me. "There's a bit of a problem," Valentino said suddenly. "And? What does that have to do with me?" I asked. Valentino smiled softly. "I want your princess to consider my candidate. I want him to sit amongst the six, which is why I'm going to help you clip one of Cassandra's wings. At least I want you to know that I'm worthy of being an ally." "I didn't take you to be the kind that showed feelings, Valentino," I remarked. Valentino smiled in response. "I'm not," he said. "But the situation demands that I be transparent. I want to help. Cassandra remains a thorn in my side, and at least a little wiggle of it every now and then should help ease the burden and the pain." "Should we bring her in?" Julio asked, with his eyes still on Val

DamonMy hands circled around her waist, drawing smooth patterns on the soft fabric. She pulled my head down towards her before slipping her tongue across my lips, and I couldn't help but let her in. Isabella's intrusion was soft, sensual, and so delicate my mind wanted to explode.Her little tongue moved over mine, lifting it, probing it gently as though she was poking me with soft cotton fluff. I felt her smile against my lips as her hands began to move over my chest.She found my belt and began to pull at the blue shirt I was clad in. Once she had freed my shirt from its confines, she broke the kiss and looked at me."I missed you," she said with a small smile and longing in her eyes."I thought you would never say that. I missed you too." I pecked her on the nose, causing her to giggle. Her hands started playing across my chest and my abdomen, sending shivers down my spine."Paula... I had to stay with her. She's fine now, but then I couldn't leave her. It was so sad watching her