MAFIA BRIDE

Punishment in the Mafia world knew no mercy. There were no second chances, no do-overs, only judgement.Don Antonio Lorenzo, once a powerful lion in their brutal mafia jungle, now stood at the gallows like an expired good waiting to be discarded. His bloody face still carried his proud and defiant look, unaware that his legacy had been wiped out the night before. He caught Isabella's eyes in the crowd, weeping heavily, surrounded by her in-laws the Morettis… the same bloodsuckers who had betrayed him and condemned him to this fate.Isabella squeezed her purse tighter, clenching her teeth until her jaw hurt. The tears were flowing freely, and her body was quaking vigorously as the executioner placed the noose around her father's neck. Behind them were the council elders of the Internal Mafia Council… silent and grim, obviously not enjoying the morbid spectacle before then. She knew what they were thinking… it could easily be any one of them in that condition, that was the harsh reality

Elena Romano showed up to the ball in style. She arrived in a sexy, black gown that hugged her figures like a dangerous secret. Her hair was perfectly styled, flowing over her shoulders in shiny waves of black. As she stepped into the ballroom, there was a sudden silence, quickly followed by hushed murmurs and whispers of both admiration and envy.Giovanni Tarini smiled delightfully when he set his eyes on her, abandoning the group he had been discussing with just to welcome her.“Signora Romano! My God, you are absolutely gorgeous. If you had no intention of attracting attention tonight, I'm afraid you've failed miserably,” he chuckled, kissing her outstretched hand like a perfect gentleman, and offering her a drink from a passing tray.She gave him a polite smile, blushing deeply as she accepted the glass. “That wasn’t my intention signore Giovanni, but I’ll take the compliment.”“Eyes of admiration from the men, flames of envy from the women,” Giovanni said with dramatic flair. “Th

Her heart skipped multiple beats as she tried to imagine how on earth he'd found her. She was supposed to be dead, and he was supposed to have given up.“What's the matter, baby?” he asked in an amused tone. “Not expecting to hear from me I guess.Isabella stared at the screen in disbelief, unable to process that voice… that soft but powerful voice that was enough to make her shiver. This shouldn't be happening, Luca had no business finding her after all these years… after all the effort she had put in to become a ghost and restart her life. Like someone awakening from a horrible dream and regaining her senses, she hurriedly ended the call and threw the phone away like an abomination.Luca knew where she was… he'd somehow managed to find her. Everything in the room suddenly became a suspect as she began to search desperately for wire devices or hidden spyware. She ran to the window, looking outside for any signs of being watched… satisfied that all was clear, she began to act.She ins

Isabella hated every minute of the ride. The lights of the city that usually gave her so much peace and joy now seemed to be mocking her, lighting up her vulnerability at the mercy of the killer she had spent so long hiding from. Despite her determination to remain bold and calm, her heart kept thudding heavily, and every glance from Luca made her flinch. She hated how calm he was… how comfortable he seemed, especially now that everything seemed to be working according to his plan.After what felt like an eternity, she was forced to ask again. “Where the hell are you taking me, Luca?”He still had that impossible coolness in his voice when he answered her, adding a small smile for good measure. “Such vulgar words doesn't befit a lady of your status, Isabella.”‘‘Don't patronize me,” she hissed at him. “You don't get to kidnap me and then tell me how to speak. Where the hell are you taking me?”“To a place where we can talk,” he replied calmly, as if her harshness only amused him.Isab

The next morning, Isabella woke up tired but with a smile. She was still thinking about the previous night with her ex fiance, Dante. His familiar voice, the comfort of his presence, and the warmth in his smile. It was like finding a long forgotten part of herself again, a part lost when everything became swallowed by blood and betrayal.She washed her face in the bathroom, grateful that there was no sign of a hangover despite the many shots of alcohol. After the wash, she went into the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea for herself, and that was when the peace of the morning was rudely interrupted. At first it was a normal knock, then it became impatient and rude.She stood there in stunned silence before another aggressive knock followed. She didn't even need to look into the peephole as she approached the door…her mind already had a suspect in mind.Sure enough, Luca was standing there when she opened the door. He was like a raging bull, a wild storm seemingly about to tear apart any