Home / Mafia / TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER / Chapter 24: what Rosa knows

Share

Chapter 24: what Rosa knows

Author: Lina Franklin
last update publish date: 2026-06-08 13:05:07

“Eat this first,” Rosa said quietly as she set the plate down beside Isabella’s tea, her voice low and gentle like she was sharing a small secret rather than giving an instruction.

Isabella looked down at the plate and then back up at Rosa. “I did not ask for anything special,” she said, not sharp, just honest, because she did not know how else to respond.

Rosa gave a small smile that did not ask for permission. “You did not need to,” she replied as she adjusted the placement of the fruit sligh
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter

Latest chapter

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 35: Cora

    Victor’s fingers tightened around the phone, the plastic digging into his palm. It had been thirteen years. Thirteen long years since she’d vanished, a ghost in the wind, leaving nothing but questions and a gaping hole in his life. He’d torn the city apart looking for her, chasing shadows, clinging to scraps of hope that always turned to dust. Now, a voice, a whisper from the past, was making his blood run cold.“Cora?” he breathed, the name a foreign sound on his tongue after so long.“Yes, Victor. It’s me.” Her voice, softer now, but with an underlying steel he remembered well, sent a shiver down his spine.His mind reeled, trying to process the impossible. “Where have you been? Why… how?”“I had to disappear,” she said, her tone flat, devoid of emotion. “It was the only way to survive.”“Survive what?” The words tumbled out, laced with a decade of frustration.“The information I possessed,” she explained, a sigh escaping her lips. “It made me a target. Staying alive wasn’t easy,

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 34: Kevin's Words

    The sticky note felt thin, almost transparent, in Victor’s hand. Isabella’s neat handwriting, a stark contrast to Kevin’s blunt messages, pulled him in. He read the words once, then again. “He said you were a good employer. He also told me to take care of myself.”To most, they were polite pleasantries. Generic, even. But his gut twisted. He knew the language Kevin spoke. “A good employer.” It was never a compliment, not from someone like him. It was a probe, a test. Kevin had been watching Isabella, seeing how naturally she’d defended Victor, judging her loyalty. He’d been calculating, always calculating.And then, “take care of myself.” That one hit harder. In their world, those words weren't a kind farewell. They were an omen. A warning. It meant danger brewed, and Kevin knew more than he let on. It meant he was positioning himself, planting a seed of possibility in Isabella’s mind, making her aware of him, making her wonder if he might be a useful ally down the road. Kevin was

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 33: The Performance

    Isabella arrived at the office twenty minutes early, the silence a balm she desperately needed. Her bag landed on her chair with a soft thump, and she immediately began her morning ritual. Each action was deliberate, a shield against the gnawing unease. She arranged every file on her desk, ensuring perfect alignment, then attacked her inbox, deleting, archiving, and responding until it gleamed. Victor’s schedule was next; she reviewed it, noting every meeting, every call, every potential interruption. Requests from department heads, outstanding memos—she tackled them all, dispatching replies with practiced efficiency long before anyone else even thought about stepping out of an elevator. She had learned early, at twelve years old, that survival often meant pretending. Pretending everything was normal, pretending the world hadn’t shattered, pretending the gaping hole in her chest wasn’t there. Today was no different. By the time the first junior analyst shuffled in, gripping a pap

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 32: What she decides

    “Isabella stared at the necklace in Victor’s outstretched hand, the silver chain glinting under the dim light of the vault. Thirteen years. Thirteen years, every single morning, she’d clasped it at her throat without a second thought. It was the last thing her father ever gave her. She wasn’t going to take it off. Her mind drifted back, a blurry photograph of a twelve-year-old girl, her small hands fumbling with the clasp. Her mother was too lost in her own grief to notice her carefully packing it, a tiny, precious secret. She carried it across an ocean, from the ancient cobblestones of Rome to the sprawl of Los Angeles, and it hadn’t left her neck since. Not once.It was her father who put it there. He encoded something into it, something vital, and then he placed it around his twelve-year-old daughter’s neck. He sent her away knowing it would keep her connected to whatever he was desperately trying to protect. And he must have known, too, that connection could get her killed if the

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 31: The Tape

    “Read it again,” Victor said, his voice low and rough as he stared at Isabella’s phone like it might change if he looked away for even a second.Isabella did not argue with him and did not tease him for asking because she could see something in his face that scared her more than the message itself, so she tilted the screen toward him and let him take it from her hands.Victor read the message once more, slow and careful, his eyes moving over every word like he was afraid something would disappear if he blinked too hard, and when he reached the end he did not stop there but went back to the beginning and read it again, his breathing shallow, his fingers tight around the phone.“The tape,” he said quietly, more to himself than to her, “he told me about the tape.”Isabella lifted her head, “What tape.”Victor finally looked up at her and when he spoke his voice carried years inside it, “Felix told me two weeks before he died that he recorded everything.”She sat up straighter, “Everythin

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 30: The Messenger

    “What happens now,” Isabella said, her voice quiet but steady as she sat across from Victor and tried to keep her hands from shaking in her lap.Victor did not answer right away and she did not rush him because she was busy turning his last words over and over in her head, slow and careful, the same way she treated every truth that could cut her open if she moved too fast.“So you are telling me,” she continued, looking at him directly, “that someone who knew my father well enough to sound like him has been watching me for years and choosing when to speak and when to stay silent and somehow neither you nor Kevin has found them.”Victor nodded once, his eyes tired, “Yes.”“That means they knew when I found the room,” Isabella said, speaking more to herself now but still aloud, “they knew when I saw Kevin in that building and they knew when I needed to be warned before I even knew it myself.”“Yes,” Victor said again.“And they are still alive,” she said, her voice rising slightly, “bec

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter Nineteen : Not yet

    “I am fine,” Victor said to no one in particular as he lay in his room staring at the ceiling, the words coming out low and controlled like they had been rehearsed enough times to sound real even when they were not.He did not move for a long time.“I am fine,” he repeated again, quieter now, as if

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter Eighteen: Kade

    “Delaney,” Isabella said quickly, her thumb already moving before her brain fully caught up, locking her screen in the same motion, hiding the message like it was something she could physically push away, her voice coming out steadier than her body felt, “it was Delaney, she sent something earlier

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter Seventeen: Who sent you that

    “Nothing happened,” Isabella said to herself quietly as she stood in the corridor outside the painting room, her fingers resting on the edge of the wooden box as she gently closed the lid and placed it back exactly where she found it, careful like even breathing too hard would make everything worse

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter Sixteen: Breakfast for Two

    “Leave it there,” Victor said without looking up from his phone when Rosa placed the tray on the table, his thumb still scrolling as if the screen required his full attention and not because he wanted an excuse not to look across the table yet.“Yes sir,” Rosa replied quietly, adjusting the placeme

More Chapters
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status