All Chapters of Mafia's Lost Princess: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Isabella"It's fine. What is it?" I asked, my heart suddenly picking up its pace."Andrew. He was shot. Somehow, he's injured. I can't believe I didn't notice, but he was taken away in an ambulance. I just received the call from him. He's fine, but he's going to be down for a while," Julio explained."That's quite hard. I should visit him in the hospital," I said after a moment."That's a bad idea," Julio said, his eyes wide."You've just suffered an attack on your life! You cannot think of going outside…""I will go outside. I will," I said, meeting his eyes. "In fact, call Donatella. Tell her she will be providing my security.Of course, Damon's men will come with me, but I want her involved. I want her loyalty tested now. Tomorrow, I mean. Let's go tomorrow," I said, making up my mind about the matter.Julio suddenly looked lost. "Why?" he asked."Andrew is going to be a member of my six. If I leave him in the hospital without seeing him, it's bad. It creates a bad image of me. But

Isabella Damon's eyes widened. "Are you sure?" he asked again. "I am. There's no better time than now. I can see it... I can see that..." I stopped talking, not because I didn't think Damon would understand, but because I didn't know how best to explain what I could see. Cassandra would try something else, just as Frederick had told me. If I show up, if I take my place, Cassandra will come out. Like I told you, she's going to throw a tantrum, especially when I tell her that I'm taking my name from her. Especially when I tell her that there cannot be two Montenegros on the same council. One family cannot be represented twice; it's against our code. Damon looked deep in thought. At this point, I was beginning to feel as though I was provoking too much of it, but there was no better way. "Walk me through this plan," he said finally. "I don't have one," I said. "I was hoping you would be the one to do it," I added with a smile, knowing that I had him. "Let's call Julio," Damon said

Isabella I hadn't been this excited since my 15th birthday. Christmas felt the same way, with heaps of gifts waiting under the tree. Essentially, excitement had been missing from my life for the past eight years—until now. I couldn't understand why I felt so giddy the morning we were to meet Andrew Garrett. I pulled Paula out of bed and dragged her to my room to get ready. "I want pants," I told her. "Something loose. I want to be able to run." My smile was wide enough to crack my skull, but I didn't care that my cheeks hurt or that she looked at me strangely. "Hurry!" I yelled, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into the bathroom. The shower was quick, and when I came out, I found my friend laying out clothes on my bed. Swinging my legs, I sat on the bench and waited for her to fix my hair and do my makeup, as per usual. By the time she was done, Damon was only just fixing his tie. "You haven't even put on your suspenders!" I said, grabbing them and walking straight to him.

Damon I drifted in and out of consciousness, dreaming dreams that were incoherent and jumbled. In some, I stood in front of a lone castle with the sword I had, and in others, I was a fisherman. All the dreams made no sense to me, but they had one unifying factor: the mask. The mask was always there, watching me, judging me, waiting to see if I would fall. But I didn't, or at least, I don't think I did. Finally, tired of the endless cycle of sleep and waking, my eyes snapped open. "I think it's time we need to talk," Frank said beside me. "I couldn't agree more," I said, rubbing my face with the palms of my hands. "Is she left? She's waiting... waiting for you to feel better. All of you," Frank said, and I looked at him, not quite understanding. "The men fell sick too. Just yesterday, even if the princess wanted to leave, there's no way she could." Forcing myself up, I sat against the headrest of the bed. "How do you feel?" Prank asked. "Like shit was my reply. "But I think a few

Isabella I was armed. Armed with the love of a monster and the knowledge of the future. I could sense betrayal hanging near, though it was too vague for me to tell who it would be. But one thing was certain: Cassandra would do something suspicious, and Frederick would try to engage me in conversation. My steps wanted to falter, but I whispered to myself : “my father did not raise a coward.” The words became my mantra as I began to whisper it in line with the beat my shoes made as the heels clacked against the polished marble. Voices came from the parlor after I entered the main foyer of the mansion. Taking a sharp left turn, I was flanked by Julio and Frank. Laughter and a loud, screeching sound reminiscent of ravens emanated from the room. Waste no time, I stepped in. The heels I wore not only added height but also mirrored the red on Damon's mask, making me feel connected to its power. Cassandra paused mid-sentence, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. She raised her chin defi