FAZER LOGINISABELLA 🌸I stood under that shower for an hour.Repeatedly, I replayed every single word Fernando had told me before letting me leave.“Get me the ledger, or bring Damien Rossi’s head to me.”How was that even possible?I couldn’t kill him. The father of my children. He had no idea yet, but… I couldn’t hurt him.Fernando had the upper hand now. He knew the people I loved, and he was using them against me.He made me do things I didn’t want because he knew I’d do anything to protect my loved ones.Going to Italy had complicated things further. Damien probably saw me as some… spy, criminal, or even a fucking whore sent to Fabrizio.But the worst thing was losing the ledger.I didn’t even know where to start finding it. Maybe it was still in Fabrizio’s study. On the floor. Maybe Fabrizio found it lying there and hid it somewhere safer.My fingers raked through my hair before turning off the shower.‘Unwind for later…’ Damien’s words echoed through my mind.He was never going to let th
DAMIEN ALESSANDRO ROSSI ☠️🖤“It doesn’t work like that, Damien.”The second we got outside, I halted in my tracks. Salvatore did the same thing without facing me. He was already halfway to his car. “What doesn’t?” I asked. “The fact that I have a council full of fucking members that are supposed to be loyal, but neither wants to adhere to my rules?”“That’s the point,” Salvatore turned to face me, his expression stern. “You don’t fucking rule over them.”“I’ve got a position here.”“You barely do anything, Damien,” he pointed a finger at me. “During meetings, you clock out. You’re never willing to handle the shipment issues. All you do is sit and give orders.”My jaw clenched. I took a step forward, keeping my voice low.“I need all five of them to do what I asked. And if they don’t…”“You wouldn’t do anything,” he retorted, already walking away. “You don’t control what you don’t own.”Then he opened his car and got in. He turned it on, rolled up the windows, then sped off. I stood
ISABELLA 🌸“Come in, Amore mio.”I turned the knob open and walked into Fernando’s office. My throat went dry as I replayed everything that had happened in Vescari’s estate.He sat on his chair, swirling his glass lazily. My footsteps slowed without meaning to, and I feared he could hear my heart racing.“Isabella Russo.”“Don’t call me that, Fernando.”“Can’t a man appreciate his wife for a job well done?” he chuckled, taking a small sip. “Emiliano said there were some… obstacles.”I raised my head to him. “You knew how tight security was over there. Yet you sent us on a risky mission without a tangible plan?”“Calm down. The most important thing is you got the item.”I scoffed, turning my face away briefly. “At what expense? My life threatened? My identity almost exposed?”Fernando leaned forward. “I had faith in you, Tesoro.”That nickname gave me flashbacks. Fabrizio would be conscious by now. And he would find out about what I’d done, and that the item in his study was missing.
DAMIEN ALESSANDRO ROSSI ☠️🖤Bella…It couldn’t be her.What was she doing in Italy? In Fabrizio Vescari’s study?I’d spent the last few minutes thinking I was forcing an intruder to speak. But I’d raised my hands to the woman I wanted to win back badly.Her allies walked into the study and one of them pointed a gun at me. He was lucky. I’d been too stunned by Bella’s reveal to react.I would’ve blown his fucking brains out for raising a gun at me.Bella pulled away from me and rushed towards them. I let her. Not because I wanted to. But because… I couldn’t even find my words.After they left, I stood there, my mind racing. I couldn’t find any reason why she’d be here, attending a masquerade gala in Italy with armed men.I stepped forward, but my foot kicked something on the ground. I stared down and saw a black leather book. My forehead creased. It stood a few inches away from the door. I stared around the space, then slowly picked it up.That was… odd.It didn’t look like an ordina
ISABELLA 🌸After seeing Caterina, I should’ve known Damien would be here.Seeing Damien made me panic. I prayed silently for him not to recognize me. Even with my mask on. He bridged the space between us, his voice stern. “What are you doing here?”I said nothing. Not even when Emiliano was impatiently telling me to exit. If I uttered a word and Damien recognized my voice, the mission would be ruined.And right now, it was already hanging by a thread.I decided to walk away. After all, I already had the item with me. Damien caught my wrist and pulled me back when I tried to leave. I gasped softly, then stared at his cold fingers on my skin.“Mute? Or you’re purposely ignoring me.”I struggled to break free from his grasp. He moved closer, barely leaving any space between us. Emiliano’s voice was screaming in my ear. “Leave, Isabella. Now!”I needed to get out without wasting another second.Damien scoffed when I said nothing. Still holding my wrist, his other hand moved to my face
ISABELLA 🌸“They’re only doing their jobs, Caterina.”“That doesn’t excuse their rude behavior, Uncle Fabri. You needed to see the way they reacted when I tried to come in.”Caterina wore a butterfly mask similar to mine. Only her upper face was covered, and her lips were exposed.Her magnolia scent filled my nostrils when I inhaled. She kept complaining to Fabrizio while I stood there, thinking of a way out.Finding out Caterina was Fabrizio Vescari’s niece was shocking. I regretted not knowing sooner. I would’ve never agreed to come here.I didn’t want her to find out about my identity. Not when I was already close to getting what I wanted. A few more minutes and Fabrizio would react to the effect of the drug.“Did something happen?” he asked her. “why are you here?”“The guests were looking for you.” She hadn’t seen me yet. “I came to check if you were busy or simply hiding.”Fabrizio mumbled. “A volte, un ospite ha bisogno di spazio per respirare.” [Sometimes, a host needs space







