IF LOOKS COULD KILL
Isabella Rossi had it all: a powerful name, a loving family, and a marriage—or so she thought. When she discovers her husband, Marcos Vitale, still pines for his ex, she's willing to grant him his freedom, even if it breaks her heart. But Marcos's gratitude comes in the form of betrayal, drugging and humiliating her before an explosion rips her family apart and leaves her for dead.
Six months later, Isabella awakens, unrecognizable, to a world that believes she perished with her family. Stripped of her identity and inheritance, she's offered a lifeline by Lorenzo "Enzo" Nivaro, a magnetic and dangerous figure from a rival family. Enzo proposes a deal: her new face and a chance to reclaim everything, in exchange for two years as his lover.
Bound by desperation, Isabella plunges into a world of shadows, undergoing a transformation as complete as the surgery that remade her face. She infiltrates Marcos's company, seducing him and his family, all while Enzo orchestrates their downfall from behind the scenes. But as Isabella gets closer to Marcos, dangerous feelings ignite, blurring the lines between revenge and desire.
Meanwhile, Enzo's motives remain shrouded in mystery. Is he a savior or a puppeteer? And what is Sofia, Marcos's scorned ex, planning in the wings? As secrets unravel and betrayals pile up, Isabella discovers a conspiracy that reaches far beyond her family feud, one that could consume them all.
Torn between two men, two families, and two lives, Isabella must decide: how much is she willing to sacrifice to reclaim what was stolen? Will she embrace the darkness to exact her revenge, or can she find redemption in a world where love and loyalty are just another game?
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Chapter: Divorce is the GoalIsabella let out a cry when his hand got even tighter, feeling like he wanted to crack her bone.Volkov's hands tightened into first at his side at the sound, his knuckles going white. His expression remained unreadable, but the air crackled with unspoken threats."It's a lovers' quarrel, Mr. Volkov," Sofia finally said, her voice regaining it's confidence at the presence of Marco.The woman stretched out her hands before dismissing him with a wave. “Run along now Sir." She opened the door to Volkov's sleek, black car, a silent message conveyed with blatant disrespect. "We appreciate your concern. Please, don't let us keep you."Dimitri didn't pay her any mind, instead his attention focused completely on Isabella. If words would be replaced by the look in her eyes he would definitely understand her without a hint. The woman grimaced at him, her eyes pleading.'please…. please’Dimitri dragged his eyes away from her like it physically pained him.“I will see you later miss Rossi," h
Last Updated: 2025-05-30
Chapter: Last strawThird person POV Isabella slammed the door behind her, her legs trembling from the run it took to get her here. Stumbling towards the sink, she gripped the cool porcelain edge, her knuckles white against the sickly-sweet pink of the countertop.A wave of bile surged up her throat, burning like acid. She leaned over the basin, gagging, her stomach clenching in violent spasms. The contents of the drink – the rich, almost smokey taste of the drugged wine – now erupted in a torrent of half-digested food and bitter fluids.The stench filled the small space, a revolting mix of alcohol, perfume, and stomach acid.Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat that beaded on her forehead.Strands of hair, loosened from her tight ponytail, clung to her damp skin. Each heave wracked her body, leaving her breathless and trembling.She tasted the acrid burn of vomit in the back of her throat, a physical manifestation of the betrayal and disgust that consumed her.She continued to retch
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Chapter: InstigatedThird person POVMarco watched Isabella retreat, a knot forming in his gut.That sharp retort… it wasn't like her.Had he miscalculated?"Did I say something wrong, my love?" Sofia murmured, her eyes glistening as she steadied him.He squeezed her hand, forcing a smile. "Don't worry your pretty little head. Isabella's just being… difficult tonight." He steered Sofia towards the treatment room, dismissing his wife as a temporary annoyance.Outside, Isabella inhaled the crisp night air, a futile attempt to clear her head. The city lights blurred before her vision as tears filled her eyes.“Damn you Marco." She whispered, brushing hears roughly with her uninjured hand.Hiccuping softly, she slid into her car, the leather cold beneath her touch.Starting the engine, she drove of, the city lights blurring in her windows.***She arrived at their shared penthouse an hour later.Her head felt like it was in a fog and she could barely focus on anything.Striding through the opulent space, sh
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Chapter: Just the Three of UsThird person povBy the time Isabella emerged from the restroom, she had rebuilt her mask.The bold crimson of her lipstick couldn't quite hide the puffiness around her eyes, but it would have to do. When she returned to the ballroom, Marco and Amelia were waiting, their faces carefully composed."Isabella, àmore, where did you disappear to? I was beginning to worry," Marco said, smoothly stepping forward. He paused, his eyes flicking over her face, registering the too-bright makeup and the redness of her eyes. “Isa?" He murmured sweetly, eyes earnest.The way he could change from being cold and cruel to this….. made bile rise in her throat.She shook her head, giving him a small smile, “I'm fine." Isabella finally said, her voice flat. But the man didn't seem to believe her.Carefully, he reached for her hand but, skin crawling, Isabella took a step back, dodging the appendage."I'm fine Marco, I told you. Just needed a moment,”"Really? You're okay?" He looked at his empty hand,
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Chapter: BetrayalThird Person POVSwallowing the sob rising in her throat, Isabella turned and fled. She couldn't let them see her, couldn't let them know she'd overheard their twisted scheme. She found refuge in a dimly lit alcove, hidden behind a towering floral arrangement. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her mind racing, trying to process the betrayal. All of these at once, and that too on her birthday, it wasn't everyday that she would hate herself but today was just it and she had had about enough. The thought of it seemed to pierce through her with a sharp pain. ‘Sofia was coming back.’ That woman, a ghost from the past, still held power over Marco. And the shares…it all came back to power.She replayed Marco's words in her mind: "She's just a pawn."The casual cruelty of it stung more than she could have imagined.Taking a deep breath, Isabella forced herself to focus. Panic wouldn't help her now. She needed a plan, and she needed it fast. They thought she was a fool, a naive pawn to
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Chapter: Desperate DecisionsThird person POV Isabella Rossi marked her twenty-eighth birthday with a decision as sharp and unforgiving as a knife.The air in her private study, usually thick with the scent of expensive leather and aged wine, crackled with tension."Aldrin," she said, her voice a low, steady hum that belied the storm raging within, "draft me a divorce agreement. I want to cut all ties with Marco."Aldrin De Luca, her consigliere, her lawyer and a man who had served the Rossi family with unwavering loyalty for years, regarded her with a steady gaze, his brown eyes flickering over her pale features."Isabella," he said, his voice gravelly with concern, "are you sure about this? I will, of course, do as you command. But Marco...Marco Vitale loves you. He won't let you go that easily."A flicker of doubt, cold and unwelcome, pierced Isabella's resolve.‘Does he really?’The question echoed in the confines of her mind.She didn't know.Once, when she had been younger and more naive, she had believed
Last Updated: 2025-05-30
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