All Chapters of THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

** A Meeting in Venice**Venice, Italy – The Calm Before the StormThe city of Venice was a beautiful illusion—serene, elegant, and timeless. But beneath the surface, it was just like every other place Isabella had been—filled with secrets, power struggles, and people who wanted her dead.The gondolas drifted lazily through the canals as tourists snapped photos, unaware of the danger that lurked beneath the city’s polished exterior.Isabella stood at the edge of a private dock, staring out at the dark waters. The meeting was set. Moretti had chosen the location: an old, abandoned palazzo on the Grand Canal.Leo, standing beside her, adjusted his cufflinks, his green eyes scanning the area. “This is a bad idea.”Ethan’s voice came through their earpieces. “You’re walking straight into his domain.”Dante grinned, flipping a knife between his fingers. “Which means we either come out with a deal… or we leave in body bags.”Isabella exhaled. “Then let’s make sure it’s the first option.”Th

**A War Rekindled**The underground club’s neon lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, the music pulsing like a heartbeat. Yet, despite the crowd, the tension between Isabella and Matteo Romano thickened the air.Leo stood beside Isabella, his expression unreadable, but she could feel the rage simmering beneath his calm exterior. Dante, leaning casually against the bar, tapped his fingers rhythmically, though Isabella knew better—he was calculating the best moment to strike.Romano smirked, sipping his drink slowly, as if he held all the cards."You thought you won, Isabella," he said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "You thought killing Marcella meant the empire was gone. But power doesn't just disappear—it shifts."Isabella’s fingers curled into fists. “And let me guess, you think it shifted to you?”Romano chuckled. "Oh, I don't think. I know."Leo took a step forward. "You're outnumbered, Romano. If you think you can just walk away from this, you're mistaken."Romano sigh

**A War Rekindled**The underground club’s neon lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, the music pulsing like a heartbeat. Yet, despite the crowd, the tension between Isabella and Matteo Romano thickened the air.Leo stood beside Isabella, his expression unreadable, but she could feel the rage simmering beneath his calm exterior. Dante, leaning casually against the bar, tapped his fingers rhythmically, though Isabella knew better—he was calculating the best moment to strike.Romano smirked, sipping his drink slowly, as if he held all the cards."You thought you won, Isabella," he said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "You thought killing Marcella meant the empire was gone. But power doesn't just disappear—it shifts."Isabella’s fingers curled into fists. “And let me guess, you think it shifted to you?”Romano chuckled. "Oh, I don't think. I know."Leo took a step forward. "You're outnumbered, Romano. If you think you can just walk away from this, you're mistaken."Romano sigh

**The Choice Between Loyalty and Betrayal**The room was suffocating with tension. The cold barrel of Ethan’s gun was aimed straight at Isabella, his eyes unreadable. Behind him, Marcella reclined on the velvet couch, a glass of wine in her hand, amused by the chaos she had orchestrated.Isabella didn’t flinch.She had faced death before.But this? This was different.This was Ethan.The man who had fought beside her, bled beside her, saved her life more times than she could count.Leo tensed beside her, his own gun raised. “Ethan. Put the damn gun down.”Dante muttered under his breath, his fingers twitching toward the knife at his belt. “Tell me we can kill him now.”Ethan’s grip didn’t waver. His voice was tight. “Don’t make me do this.”Isabella took a step forward, ignoring the way Leo’s arm instinctively moved to shield her.She wasn’t afraid.Not of Ethan.Not yet.“Tell me why,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.Ethan swallowed hard, his jaw clenching. “You wo

**The Final Stand in Santorini**The moment Isabella’s voice crackled through the earpiece, Ethan knew the fight wasn’t over.Marcella was here.And she wasn’t going to let them leave without a battle.Ethan pulled Sienna to her feet, his hands steady even though his pulse raced. “We need to move. Now.”Sienna, though shaken, nodded. “I trust you.”Leo was already at the door, scanning the corridor for incoming threats. “Dante, how’s our exit looking?”Dante peeked out, then cursed under his breath. “Not good. We’ve got guards closing in from both sides.”Ethan turned to Isabella over comms. “Where are you?”Her breath was heavy, but her voice was steady. “On the south side of the estate. But I’m pinned down. Marcella’s got backup.”Leo muttered a curse. “We have to get to her.”Ethan clenched his jaw. “Dante, take Sienna to the extraction point. Leo and I will get Isabella.”Dante hesitated. “You sure about that?”Ethan nodded, gripping his gun. “Go. Protect her.”Dante exhaled. “Fin