LOGINBlurb. Isabella is the Del Luca mafia princess whose life took a drastic turn when her mother died. Her whole life changed, she became more of a slave than a princess. She was caged like some hardened criminal. After finding out that her father is responsible for her mother's death, Isabella wants revenge, and to get this revenge, she must agree to a marriage proposal with Matteo Bellini. Matteo is a ruthless assassin who goes by the name shadow walker, he has made a name for himself in the Mafia world, and Dons all over the globe strive to get his allegiance and loyalty for themselves. But his eyes are set on one particular empire, the Del Luca empire. He would stop at nothing to bring the empire down. He is out for blood and not love, the only reason why he's agreeing to the Del Luca marriage proposal is because he wants to use the little mafia princess as a stepping stone. But what happens when things take a drastic turn and Matteo realizes he is obsessed with the Del Luca mafia princess? Secrets are unfolded, hearts are opened, can their desires overcome all? Or will they be devoured by the claws of revenge?
View MoreIsabella. I didn’t go near Matteo the next morning. I told myself it was for the best. I wasn’t here to fall in love, anyway. I was here to get stronger, get revenge, and forget everything else. I didn’t need him for that. I could do it all on my own.Even when everyone else went to check on him.Rocco, Enzo, even Luca who barely liked him.I stayed back. I stayed in the training ground, pouring all my anger into every shot and every throw. My fingers wrapped tight around the knife as I sent it flying, hitting the target dead center. My heart pounded in my chest. My mind was all over the place.The image of Laura brushing her hands over Matteo’s chest played again in my head, again and again, like a sick loop. And then the way he told me to leave... like I didn’t matter.Fine.If he wanted a war, I’d give him one.I picked up another knife and threw it with so much force my arm stung. I barely noticed Luca until he ducked behind me, hands up."Easy, mafia queen," he joked. "Trying
Matteo.Pain greeted me before my eyes even opened. A sharp, throbbing ache pulsed through my ribs, each breath a reminder of the bullet that had torn through me. I blinked against the dim light filtering into the room, the ceiling above unfamiliar yet comforting in its stillness.Turning my head slightly, I spotted her. Isabella. Curled up on the couch, her hair a tangled halo around her face, lips parted in sleep. She looked peaceful, vulnerable even. The sight stirred something deep within me, something I wasn't ready to name.Memories of the mission flooded back—the chaos, the gunfire, the searing pain. And then, her face. Tear-streaked, eyes wide with fear as she begged me not to close mine. That image clung to me, more potent than any painkiller.I recalled the earlier scene with Luca. Seeing her on his back had ignited a fury I hadn't expected. A possessive, irrational rage that had no place in my world. She was playing a game, trying to provoke me. And damn it, it worked
Isabella.For a moment, I thought I saw it. That flicker of something behind Matteo’s eyes—jealousy. The way his gaze locked onto me riding on Luca’s back. It was quick, gone before I could catch it properly. Maybe I imagined it.But then, just like that, he looked away. No words. No reaction. He turned to Laura, said something to her, and walked her straight out of the estate like nothing happened.The way my stomach twisted shouldn’t have surprised me anymore. But it did.I climbed off Luca’s back, my smile gone. I hated how stupid I felt. How I had expected something, anything. A glare. A possessive word. A sign that he cared.But there was nothing.“Stupid,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re so stupid, Isabella.”“Whoa,” Enzo’s voice broke through the air. He was walking toward us with Alexander, both of them looking amused and confused.“Luca,” Alexander said, raising a brow, “do you have a death wish? Carrying Matteo’s wife like that?”I rolled my eyes. “Relax. Matteo doesn
Isabella. Dr. Laura showed up at the villa again today. I had barely stepped into the hallway when I heard her heels clicking against the marble floor, that sharp, annoying sound like she was announcing her arrival to the entire world. Anna was doing better. Her face looked healthier this morning, and she even managed a smile. But that didn't make me feel any better about Laura being here again. She was all over the place—smiling at Rocco, chatting with Hugo, pretending not to notice me. But I could see her eyes scanning for Matteo. As always. I told myself it didn’t matter. That Anna needed a doctor. That Laura was here for that, nothing else. Still, the pit in my stomach burned. Enzo met me out at the training grounds. We started with light sparring. My arms ached from the last session, but I welcomed the burn. It distracted me. Until I saw them. Matteo and Laura were standing by the balcony, talking. Laura laughed and touched his arm, leaning in like
Isabella.I lay crawled up on the floor with tears flowing down my cheeks like nobody's business. I thought of all the times my father was actually a father to me and a husband to my mum. He would always play with me when he had the chance, and Uncle Valentino was always there to teach me about t
Matteo."You helped someone that was about to be food for those gangsters?" "What's worse , this person was a fucking girl?" Rocco said with that stupid grin on his face, if he wasn't so important to me I'd have wiped that grin of his fucking face. I gave him a piercing glare, and that seemed t
Isabella.I shuddered at the cool connectedness of the person's voice, and I looked from the corner of my eyes to see a figure looming in the shadows. "Who the hell is this punk?" Bulky number one said but the edge could be heard in his voice, wait! He was scared? I almost laughed at the possibi
Isabella.I lay motionlessly on my bed staring at the ceiling with Tears flowing down my face. My name is Isabella Cassano, and I am the only daughter of The Don of the Italian Famiglia.My father wasn't always like this.He was loving, caring, sweet and jovial.He would play with me and even hel












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