All Chapters of Mafia's Lost Princess: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Isabella I smiled and then crossed my legs, tapping my finger on my knee, a habit Damon taught me. "She would have had to have help on the inside," Donatella said, just as Julio walked into the room. "You're here," he said to Alessandro, then turned to me. "Pardon the intrusion, Princess, but I'm sure he must have told you already." "Yes, my cousin escaped. I'm well aware of that," I said, leaning back into the chair. Suddenly, I realized something. "Frederick? Where is he?" "I had someone watch him," Alessandro said. "He said Frederick only made a few calls." "Heard Frederick loves Cassandra," I said. "There's no way he would love her. After all, he was the one who brought her to you in the first place," Julio said with a laugh. "Then let's invite him here and have a talk." "No," Alessandro said suddenly, startling me with the tone of his voice. "The Master certainly does not want that man here. If anyone will meet Frederick, they will go outside." "Fine. Outside," I said as

Isabella "Where are your children?" I asked. "And I'm not asking because I want to hurt them. I believe that as next-line members for the family headship, they should know about their birthright. You should teach them about that birthright. And I don't think it's quite right for you to meddle in my business, princess." "I find that rather unfair," I responded. "Considering how you can meddle in my business, but I can't talk about yours. Of course, I understand this might be a sore subject for you, especially considering the fact that your key ally is dead and his family does not sit amongst the six anymore. Granted, it doesn't change the fact that they are still alive, but in some ways, it might negate the generational agreement between you two." "You don't know what you're talking about, princess. If that's how you want to play things, fine. I cannot force you. I'm simply trying to show that I mean no harm, and I want to help. Genuinely, I want to." "I don't need your help, prin

Damon "Who is Ivan?" Isabella asked beside me. "Oh, please let me tell the story," Miguel said as he sat at the table. Her eyes brightened as her elbows propped on the table and her palms held her chin. "Ivan was one of the first, one of the first brothers, in fact. If anything, he was more of a brother to the boss than we were followers to him. They had this unique relationship. I don't know how they met, but all I remember is that they were always together." "Shut up and eat your food, boy," Frank yelled as he slammed his hand on the table, causing Isabella to jump. "She's so cute," I thought to myself with a smile. "Why don't you tell the story?" Frank said to me. I shook my head. "It's better if Ivan tells it. I'm going to skip on some details," I said as I cut a piece of my pancake and shoved it into my mouth to avoid talking. "I sent him out for a moment, and he came back with a stray Russian mad boy. That's how they met," Frank said dismissively. "Isabella, enough," I s

Isabella "Issa," the voice on the other end said, and I almost dropped the phone at the sound of that nickname. My uncle was the only one who used it. Specifically, Uncle Rodrigo. I took in a sharp breath, reminding myself not to let my emotions interfere with my foresight. "Yes, uncle," I replied, feeling myself shut off my emotions little by little. "I'm sorry for the way this is happening, but... the last time you came—" "Please get to the point, uncle," I interrupted. "Oh, um... my apologies," he said. "I wanted you to know that I have a way to find Cassandra. I know this is too much to ask, but I have one request if I'm to give you the information." "What do you want, uncle?" "I would like to see you, Issa." I thought about it, then immediately hung up. "Is everything alright?" Andrew asked, concern evident in his eyes. I looked up from my blank screen to find Andrew's concerned eyes looking at me. "Just an old family member that I... it's nothing," I said. "Doesn't mat

Isabella Damon found me nearly an hour later, curled up on my bed and clutching my pillow. He joined me in bed, pulling me into a hug and running his hand soothingly over my back, lulling me into a sleepy state. "We will hear from Ted soon," he said softly. "What do you mean? Why are we hearing from Ted?" I asked, confused. "Because Ted is going to send in some scouts. But I can't just charge blindly. We don't know what's waiting for us. Bearing in mind that there's a chance our allies might be with her, we don't want to risk anything. Besides, you're staying with me. You're not doing anything," I said, snuggling further into his chest. He said something, but his voice sounded far away. By the time I opened my eyes, I was alone. I yawned and stretched before climbing out of the comfortable bed. I looked around and instantly went in search of Damon, who had effectively ditched me while I was asleep. He was in the lounge on the ground floor, surrounded by his core circle, talking