All Chapters of Mafia's Lost Princess: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Isabella The large man beside me said nothing as the women started to cry. One of them, the one with blood on her face, crawled towards me and knelt in front of the iron bars. "I will give you everything I have. Spare my life. Spare my children's lives. You will do that, yes? After all, you know the pain. You know the pain of a mother who loses her child," she pleaded. I shook my head. "I know the pain, but believe me when I say I don't do this for revenge. If I let your families live and if I let your properties remain, your allies will rise again. Your allies, no matter where they are, will come here and seek war. I don't want this as much as you do, but your actions have led to this. The mercy that he has shown you has long since run out. You must be Martinez. I heard about how your husband disrespected the mafia king by calling him a nameless scum. I've heard about how you called him that name many times. I will have you know that he has a name. His name is Montenegro.

IsabellaDonatella sat with her legs crossed in front of me. Beside her was a middle-aged friend of hers whose name she had told me, but I had somehow forgotten."I'm sure there are ways that you can cope, princess. But allow me to offer some advice in the process. Losing a child can be very difficult, especially when someone calls it not a miscarriage. If it was a miscarriage, you would be suffering that loss yourself, but murder…""I'm sure you will… I've heard this conversation many times already. I'm not quite interested in hearing more of it. I've reconciled with what happened and I only want to move forward," I said as I slowly got to my feet. "Donatella, I believe I will see you some other time," I said with a smile as I exited the small cafe.***"The last two months have been very healing for me," I told Andrew as I sat opposite him in the gazebo. "You do look better," he said as he patted my thigh. "Any word on your new girlfriend?" Andrew rolled his eyes and blinked rapi

Isabella"It was just a rumor," I told my husband as he paced the length of the room, hitting one wall and then going to the next to do the same."We both know rumors are next to truth. It wouldn't be said if it wasn't seen at some point. But you're the same person that said the city thrived on rumors. Why is this one only different?" I questioned him, but the man continued his insistent pacing. He had taken off his shirt, leaving him half naked and making my eyes wander to strange places."Please," I begged him as I stood up. I took off my coat."You're making me dizzy," I said.Damon stopped suddenly and looked at me. "And if the rumor's true?""Then we laid a trap. And I think traps are your thing… at least Julio's thing.""So let's call the ultimate trap master and have him whip up something for us," I said as I reached up towards my husband's head.***The day after, Julio sat opposite me in the gazebo. "How could you not tell me you were pregnant?" He asked, his eyes wide and f

Isabella"Do I need to remind you that you are a fugitive?" Damon's voice cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter."Do I need to remind you that your crimes are so great you deserve to be put to death?" Damon stood up from his seat and walked towards the pregnant woman."Get out, or I will pull my gun and shoot you between your eyes, not caring about the child within your belly." Instantly, Donatella gasped and covered her mouth with surprise.She got up and walked towards both of them and set herself in their midst as though to protect Cassandra. "Ouch," I thought to myself. "So much for loyalty forever," I said out loud. Donatella turned to me."You must understand, princess, it's not as though I will not be loyal to you. It's just with the recent developments, we find ourselves needing an heir. Perhaps once she gives birth, she can leave." "I'm not going anywhere," Cassandra said, protesting as she pushed the older woman out of the way."I'm here to challenge her

IsabellaDamon had carried me into the tub filled with cold water. As soon as my body came in contact with the water, I instantly sighed in relief. Marie came to me with a small figure half wrapped in a cloth and laid the pink infant on my naked chest.I leaned my back against the foam headrest and let my child lean against my skin. He squirmed and cried, but Marie said it was all part of the process, even though my heart was aching as I desperately searched my mind for what to do to ease his sorrows somehow."If he doesn't cry, his lungs wouldn't be strong. You have to let him cry, princess," she had told me before I struggled with her, and Damon carried me into the bathroom. Even now, he was still crying, but I felt a bit assured as Damon held my hand and began to rub soothing circles over my knuckles. "You are so strong," he whispered. "I'm so proud of you." He whispered again, and this time his hand reached up to caress the head of the infant that laid on my chest. I smiled, bu