Semua Bab His Auctioned Bride: Mafia's Ruthless Obsession: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Isabella’s POVJacob Smith? He's dead to me. Dante's got the whole mess now. What's the point of yelling about the money he swiped? He blew it, anyway. Gone. Today, I just... I needed to go home. Dad's place. My old house.The guards smiled and waved me through like nothing had changed. They were always good people, those who worked for him.My driver waited outside, engine humming, while I went in. I had to get Dad's urn. It's not safe here anymore, not with Caspian and... Jessica. Danica's mother. Can you believe it? He gave her this place? The sheer nerve of them.I barely stepped inside, and then—"WHO LET YOU IN?!" Jessica's voice, sharp as broken glass, echoed through the halls."I paused, turning my head slowly. "Oh. Jessica..."The click-clack of her heels on the marble floor grew louder, a predatory rhythm as she rushed towards me, hand outstretched, aiming to grab my wrist. I wasn't having it. I sent her stumbling back with a sharp push, almost losing her balance."YOU!" she

Isabella’s POVA soft smile played on my lips as I walked out, only wearing baggy jeans and a white t-shirt. o use showing my hand; they knew I wanted this meeting.And if manipulating Dante, was this effortless? Well, then, I'd happily play the part.Dante's smile was instant, warm, almost lovable. But a trace of suspicion chilled me. What did he really want, after returning something that was rightfully mine? "Let's go," he said, extending his hand.I took it, and we headed to his car. The destination? My father's company building. As we walked in, Dante exuded an unnerving calm, like he held all the cards.The conference room was packed with familiar faces. Eyes widened as I entered, and I offered a gentle smile, letting them assume I belonged. Which, technically, I did.Caspian Thorne rose, adjusting his tie, a sigh battling his rising anger. "I was expecting to meet with the majority shareholder...""No," Dante corrected, his gaze shifting to me. "We're meeting with the true he

ISABELLA"Isabella," Dante said, a goofy grin spreading across his face, "you drive me absolutely bonkers. And I'm not going to tell you where I first saw you, because, trust me, it's a little… weird. But just know, I've been your secret admirer." It was so unbelievably cheesy that I almost burst out laughing. A Mafia Don talking like he was in some bad rom-com?"I took a deep breath, trying to keep my smile steady, but then we screeched to a halt. Two cars were blocking the road—trouble, as always."Duck down!" Dante barked, his voice sharp. He grabbed his gun, the metallic click sending a jolt of terror through me and started firing. His foot slammed on the gas, and we lurched forward.I buried my head in my hands, my heart pounding like a drum. As we sped past the enemy cars, I lifted my head, gasping for air. "What's happening? Who are they? Why are they trying to kill us?" I glanced at the side mirror, my eyes widening. "Oh, shit! They're still following us!"He glanced at me,

Isabella’s POV"No! Why would you even ask that?" I answered, still angry and frowning at him. "I don't have any feelings for him anymore. I want him to suffer, but I don't want him to die because of me. And I don't want you to kill anyone for me. That's wrong."Dante touched my hand and gently stroked it. "I'm only going to ask you this one time… Are you happy?"To be honest, I didn't even know what I felt. But deep down, I felt a sense of relief about what happened to Caspian. He really deserved it.I nodded my head slowly. Dante lifted my chin with his fingertip. "Then you don't need to feel guilty at all. They deserved it."And he put my head on his shoulder and whispered, “Good night, Isabella.” I couldn't tear my gaze away from him as his eyelids fluttered shut, and finally, he drifted into sleep beside me. A strange tenderness bloomed in my chest. Hesitantly, I reached out and traced the smooth curve of his cheek with the back of my fingers, my eyes lingering on his peaceful f

Isabella’s POVI pulled on my bathrobe, the fabric feeling suddenly flimsy against the weight of what I had to say. "Dante," I started, trying to keep my voice steady, "look, you know I'm not ready to get married. Not now. Not when there's still this... awkwardness hanging between us." I took a breath. "What we had, Dante, it was intense, I won't lie. A real spark, a strong attraction. But marriage? That's a whole different level. Right now, it feels like that's all it was. Just... that heat between us. You see that, right?"A look of disappointment washed over Dante's face when he heard me. He nodded slowly, his eyes losing their usual brightness. He started getting dressed, his movements stiff. "Okay," he said quietly, his voice flat. "Yeah, I guess... I just got ahead of myself." He didn't look at me. Then, he just turned and walked out, leaving the silence behind, feeling thick and uncomfortable.I sighed quietly and sat down on the bed. Then I got dressed in some normal clothes a