All Chapters of Mafia's Lost Princess: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Isabella"You clearly don't remember who you are," Damon said. "Marcel did not raise a weak child. You've forgotten his sacrifice. You've forgotten your mother's sacrifice, and you have forgotten the betrayal.Maybe I should leave you alone so you can remember. But come what may, you will sit on the mafia throne. You will take your place."Damon got up and left with his blazing heat, leaving me cold. But most importantly, his words resonated in my mind, and perhaps I had forgotten.But what was so wrong in forgetting? After all, I needed to survive. I needed to. Suddenly, it struck me that I was the problem. The fact that I needed to survive, or at least I told myself that I needed that.Survival instinct took the fight away from me and made me want to run.There was suddenly a knock on the door, and an announcement by Alessandro told me that it was the doctor. I said nothing as the man came in.He was dressed in a simple blue shirt and black slacks with a dark blue tie. He had glasse

Damon I was hoping that Isabella would think about what I told her. I trusted that she would, knowing that she was capable of doing so. I had left for the hotel for a meeting with the secretary of the mafia. The snake woman had sent me a message while I was talking to Isabella. The soft vibrations would have been too silent for her to hear, but I felt it. "I have some information for you," she said. "Meet me at the place of our last meeting." I directed Alessandro and Miguel to keep an eye on the women while Philippe drove me. He was socially awkward, but where he made up for his shyness was his speed in a fight. I trusted the man with my life, as he had taken a bullet for me twice. The last time he did was at one of my first functions as the mafia King. The Vivaldi's had hired a pathetic gunman from the lower City, hoping that his anonymity would throw us off their trail. Apparently, the man had been taken from the lower City when he was a child, but it was quite easy to trace w

Isabella I was nervous. My palms began to sweat as Miguel pulled open the sliding doors of the van. The van was more like a large black bus that I had remembered celebrities used in Korea. Inside was luxurious with beige-colored seats and rug. The dark tinted glass gave the feeling of intimacy, and I was grateful for that. Still, I was nervous. I didn't understand why, but I chalked it up to my lack of knowledge of fashion and not to the fact that I suddenly felt eyes on me. As though Paula could sense my unease, she reached out from her seat across the aisle and rubbed my hand. "I got you," she said with a smile. Miguel sat in the passenger seat in front, Alessandro took the wheel, while Michael wiggled his way through the aisle to sit at the back of the bus. The ride was relatively smooth with little traffic on the way. Paula had directed Alessandro to a famous mall with the best and most expensive designer brands. "Whose money are we spending?" she asked. I had no idea wha

Isabella Hiding my emotions was something I was good at. Hiding them in public was even better. But with Damon, it was so hard. I felt it before he touched me. I could see the way Alessandro looked over my head, his eyes flashing with recognition. He turned to whisper to Miguel, who played it smart and didn't turn to look. My heart skipped a couple of beats when I felt his arms circle my waist, pulling me closer until my back hit his muscular chest. I fought the urge to purr when his lips touched mine, his hand around my neck. Waves after waves of hot liquid pooled in my underwear. Only Damon. It was only him that could bring out such a response from me. Paula was saying something to him, but I couldn't hear her, neither could I participate in the conversation. Instead, I was enjoying the way his chest vibrated behind me with each word he spoke. Before I knew it, he led me to another store. Unfortunately, we got separated, and Paula was yet having one of her antics. A few dres

IsabellaMy heart fell when I heard about the Paganis. I remembered that all their children were older than me, but the older couple was nice to me. I looked for them when the manhunt started, and their butler, Jones, hid me and then smuggled me into the lower city.I reached up to my face when I felt tears flowing down my eyes to my chin."Should I stop?" Damon asked me with concern on his face. I shook my head. "No. I need to hear this," I said as I wiped my eyes furiously."When Rodrigo took power, he purged Marcel's sympathizers until the point when hearing Marcel's name was enough to purge an entire family. That time was called The Bloody Triad. In some way, because of the fear that some of the opposing houses would die, thru kept quiet bringing a strange period of peace.Eventually, the peace he created didn't last long. He started to do things without the ruling council being brought in. He opened pleasure houses around the upper city where he started seeking his own personal d