LOGINMassimo’s POV“Don, we found something.”Markus walked into my office and handed me a thick file. I took it without a word and flipped it open. My jaw locked the second I started reading.That lying, stupid bitch.I cursed under my breath as I went through page after page. Adoption papers. Old records. Bank statements. Everything was there in black and white.“You guys aren’t related by blood,” Markus said carefully.I slammed the file down on the table.“Her mother, Selina, had been a young maid in the De Luca household.” My brows furrowed in confusion but Markus wasn't done.“Your grandfather took pity on her and adopted her into the family. He treated her well. Gave her a name, a home, a future. Then she got greedy and started stealing from him. When he found out, he was furious and threw her out of the family completely.”I watched Markus waiting for him to continue.“Years later she got pregnant and gave birth to a daughter—Patricia Coleman. I’m sure she never told her daughter
Isabella’s POV “What the fuck did you just say?” Massimo’s voice was barely a whisper. He looked like he couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of Pat’s mouth. “You heard me, you fucking asshole,” Pat shouted. “Your grandfather gave everything to your father and left my mum with nothing. Didn’t want her bringing shame to your perfect family. Gave her so little and told her to leave.” The venom in her voice made my stomach twist. Every word was soaked in years of bitterness, the kind that festers until it turns into something poisonous. The disgust and pure shock on Massimo’s face was something I couldn’t even describe. His jaw was locked. His eyes stayed fixed on her like he was seeing a ghost and a monster at the same time. “You’re fucking sick, Lydia!” he spat. She threw her head back and laughed. “I’m not Lydia, you idiot! I’m Patricia. Pat! The mysterious person you’ve been looking for this whole time. I had one of my guys appear in front of all of you and you a
Isabella’s POV“You stupid bitch. You’re coming with me.”Pat’s voice was sharp with panic she tried hard to hide. Two of her men stood right behind her, guns pointed straight at me. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved me toward them.“Keep her close. She’s our only ticket out of here. Otherwise we’re finished.”I felt weak to the bone. My ribs still burned. My head pounded. But one way or another I was going to fight. No way was I going to let them use me as bait. No way was I going to let them escape.They dragged me outside onto the open deck.It felt like it was raining bullets. Bodies kept dropping across the ship. Pat’s men fired back, but they were completely outnumbered. Massimo’s men were everywhere. Just how many helicopters had he brought? He had brought an entire army.“I thought that cold monster couldn’t care for anyone,” Pat muttered, something that sounded a lot like jealousy in her voice.We ducked behind a metal container as bullets kept flying and more of he
Isabella’s POV I woke up on the cold metal floor of the ship. My cheek was pressed against the steel, sticky with something wet. The taste of iron filled my mouth. For a few seconds I couldn’t remember where I was, only that something terrible had just happened and I was still breathing when I shouldn’t be.My whole body was shaking. Every muscle ached. My head throbbed worse than before. I was sure I had fallen. The last thing I remembered was the gunshot, the force throwing me backward, and the open air under my feet.I tried to push myself up and immediately collapsed again, a sharp pain shooting through my ribs. Broken? Bruised? I didn’t know. I only knew I couldn’t stand.“Awake, I see.” Pat’s voice cut through the fog in my head. She stood near the door, one arm in a rough sling, blood still staining her clothes. She looked down at me with that same cold, satisfied expression. I hadn’t even heard the door open. How long had she been watching me? The thought made my skin c
Massimo's POVI ground my teeth so hard it felt like they might crack.“You twisted bitch,” I spat into the phone. My heart was pounding so violently I could hear it in my ears. I clenched the phone so hard it was a miracle the screen didn’t shatter.“Where are you keeping her?”Lydia’s sick, mocking laugh came through the line. “I said guess. I must say…she has quite the attitude. Really thought she could escape me. What a bitch.”My vision went red.“I swear if you hurt even one hair on her head, I’ll destroy you.”Silence stretched on the other end for a long second. When she spoke again, her voice was almost soft.“I thought I was the only one you loved. Why are you acting like a stupid love fool for her?”“Love you?” The words left me like poison. “That was the biggest mistake of my life. You’re nothing but a traitor. A lying, pretending bitch.”She laughed again, cold and empty. “Well, since you love her so much…how would you like to receive her? Dead or alive?”“Don’t you dare,”
Massimo's POV“This is exactly where the signal stops. I’m…I’m trying to get something else, but nothing.”Tessa’s voice cracked with frustration. We were in the middle of nowhere. The place the signal had last pinged was an empty stretch of industrial road with nothing but broken streetlights and abandoned warehouses. No sign of Isabella. No sign of anyone. The silence out here felt heavier than any city night, pressing in from every side. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.“I’m still trying to pull any feed. There’s nothing.” Tears welled up in her eyes even as her fingers kept flying over the keyboard.“This is not the time to cry, Tess,” Ali said, voice hard. “You know what Isabella means to us. We have to find her.”“I’m trying,” Tessa answered, her voice breaking. “It keeps saying this was their last stop.” Her hands shook slightly, but she never stopped typing. Every failed search made the air inside the van feel thinner. “Found something!” Markus suddenly called from
Massimo's Pov I never should have brought her here. The moment I carried her unconscious body into my house last night, I knew I’d made a mistake. A very big one. I’d never seen a girl stupid enough to enter the forbidden room, sit beside me like she owned the world, then touch me like
Isabella's Pov I groaned, my head pounding like a drum as I blinked awake. The ceiling above me was strange...high and dark, with fancy wooden beams I didn't recognize. No pink canopy from my bedroom at home. No soft pillows. Just cold, hard reality hitting me. My arms ached, and when
Isabella's Pov I don’t speak. I don’t need to. I let my coat slip from my shoulders, pooling at my feet in a puddle of fabric. The air hits my skin, and I feel alive, exposed, wanted. The lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination...my nipples are hard, straining against the lace, and
Isabella's PovI've always been drawn to the edge of danger, the kind that makes your pulse race and your skin flush with heat. The forbidden. The taboo. The thought of being claimed, used, treated like a filthy little slut—it’s what keeps me awake at night, my fingers slipping between my thighs as


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