LOGINHer apartment bell ringing made Isabella cleaned her hand and walked to the door.
“ Delaney, you'll spoil my doorbell one…” she opened the door and it was Valerie standing there, her eyes swollen and resting by her door looking sick. Isa sucked in her words and helped Valerie into her house, locking the door after her. “ Are you okay?” She asked an obvious question but she needed to hear from the horse’s house. Valeria adjusted in the couch before looking up her. “ I fell into….” “ You're lying” Isabella said looking at her and Valerie tried not to meet her gaze . “ I needed money and I couldn't come back here so I …” “ So you went ahead to steal” Isa completed her sentence “ can you see what you get yourself into? Did you think my father will be happy seeing you like this? I've had to take of Jason even before I get to understand what I meant to take care of myself… I …” Isa broke down crying in the midst of her words. “ I can promise you, I am changed now… I just needed .. I'm sorry, my Bella… I never intended to, I am sorry” Valerie joined in the tears while pulling Isa closer. They spent minutes crying until Isabella pulled out and stood up. “Get a bath and change your clothes, I'll prepare something for you”She said and Valerie nodded. Back in the kitchen,while cleaning up her dishes Isabella felt her tears flow against her control. Valarie Hart, her mother was into drug right before the death of her father, Felix Hart. He was a business man and he loved his wife so much and bought her drugs because it made her happy but that lasted until her father went on his usual business trip and didn't return. She was only eight years old and she didn't understand life at that moment. For reason unknown to her, they relocated to Los Angeles and a smaller apartment but right before her, her mother sold everything that mattered to them just to get herself drugs. To save her brother from having to watch their mother destroy herself, she sent her brother to boarding school and with the aid of her new found friend, Delaney she was placed on scholarship by Mr Lynn Walker, Delaney's father. She had part-time lectures, got part time jobs to support her brother and herself. Things got worst, Valarie slept out some other night. Came home and steal other times, gone to prison for stealing. She had took loans to bail her but Valarie couldn't stop. She didn't. Isabella cleaned her tears, proceeding to making meal and soon returned to her mother with a bowl of noodles. Valerie now cleaned up, dressed in her Isabella’s cloth and with her hair tied up in a ponytail looked more appealing. “Thank you” Valerie said and Isabella watched her mother scooped the noodles. Isabella busied herself with her phone, searching for remote jobs to apply for. “How is your brother?” Valerie asked out of the blues and Isa looked at her, it's been years since Valeria saw Jason and this was the first time she ever asked. “He's good” Isa said, pausing a minute to watch her mother eat while wondering if she was finally changing. “Are you sure you’ll work on becoming clean?” Isa asked, her voice trembling. However a side of her wanted to believe that at the very least, her mother would want to fight for her better self. “Yeah”Valarie assured and Isa went to sit before her and gave her a big hug. Later that night, they did some catch up. Called Jason and it was a family moment Isabella wants to relish in forever. #### “ Don, we have checked the whole of the west and we can't find anything about Brown” Seth said to the man painting on a canva. He had ash grey hair and every of his focus was on the lady he was painting. “ Nicholas, go to the south. Get anyone that knows Brown” Victor Kade said and Nicholas nodded leaving the house while Seth stood beside him. “ Did you want me to find out who the lady from the party is?” Seth asked informally, he was Victor's personal bodyguard but aside that they were friends. “ No” Victor said and his lip lifted as he turned to look at Seth “ I saw you with a lady” “Uhm…” Seth found himself blushing “she…Don, I don't know what to say” he confessed and Victor nodded turning back to his painting. “ She's pretty anyways, just stay careful” Victor said, his mind drifting to the lady who had flared up because he offered her money. She was clearly having money issues with her brother and he had never met anyone who didn't need money. “ Don… you're getting it wrong. I don't intend on having anything to do with her plus I love my women rather reserved” Seth said and Victor stopped, he loved his woman's boldness… unless she wasn't his woman but how she'd come to him and claimed him as though she couldn't feel the power he carried had him pondering. He looked at Seth again studying his eyes for a while. “ Remain careful…you like her” he stated out and Seth stood still unable to argue anymore. Victor turned back to his painting again. He was conflicting with his own self. Why was he pissed by her outburst? why had she acted like he was some dirt? Does she knows he was a Mafia don? Was she scared? Who rejects money? Who was she? He thought of searching for her just to settle h is curiosity but she already made it clear to him that she doesn't want anything to do with him anymore. He wasn't going to chase after some random hyper weird lady, he had more pressing issues to deal with. “Don” Seth called him quietly bringing back to reality, Victor looked at Seth then from his facial expression, turned to what he had been drawing absentmindedly. suddenly out of frustration smeered his whole drawing, he had been drawing the weird lady all along.Victor stood beside the car, the cool evening air doing little to settle the tremor in his hands. The phone, an unfamiliar model Isabella had handed him moments ago, vibrated. “It’s him, Victor,” she had whispered, her eyes wide with an unspoken plea. Fifteen years. Fifteen years since he heard that voice. He pressed it to his ear, his heart hammering against his ribs.“Felix?” His voice was a raw croak, barely recognizable even to him.A beat of static, then a low chuckle. “Took you long enough, fratello.”The sound resonated deep inside him, a long-buried chord finally struck. Tears stung his eyes, hot and unexpected. “I… I thought you were dead, Felix. Daniel Re—”“I know what Daniel said, Victor,” he interrupted gently, his tone surprisingly devoid of malice. “I heard the stories. You shouldn’t blame yourself for believing him. He was convincing, our Daniel. Always was.”Victor’s breath hitched. “But… the blood, the confirmation, the funeral… I saw it all.”“And you accepted it, l
Victor walked out of the visitor room, pulling the door shut behind him with a soft click. Isabella deserved her privacy, a moment with her father without his presence complicating things further. The corridor was quiet, long, and sterile, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. He leaned against the cool wall, staring at the polished linoleum floor, his thoughts a jumbled mess of apprehension and a strange, unfamiliar hope.Minutes stretched into what felt like an hour. His foot tapped a restless rhythm. Then, a shadow fell over him. He looked up. Malik stood there, his face unreadable, his dark eyes locked on his.“Victor,” he said, his voice a low rumble. It wasn't a greeting so much as a statement of fact.“Malik,” Victor replied, nodding. For decades, their encounters had been tense, fraught with unspoken threats. Now, something different hung between them – a shared exhaustion, maybe.He gestured down the hall. “Felix is tired. He needs rest after this.”“I can imagine,” Victor
The sterile scent of antiseptic hit her first, a cold, sharp note that cut through the humid summer air as Dr. Petrovich led them down the gleaming hallway. Jason walked beside her, his hand a warm weight on her lower back, a silent anchor. They passed a glass-walled common room, and her breath hitched. There, through the clear pane, she was.Her mother, Valeria, sat in an overstuffed armchair, a cup of tea balanced in her hands. Her posture was relaxed, almost serene. And across from her, leaning forward slightly, was Malik Zacchaeous. The man who had haunted Isabella’s nightmares, the phantom limb of her father’s disappearance. But the fear that used to contort her mother’s features whenever his name was whispered was gone, replaced by an unsettling calm. There was no tension in the air, no silent battle of wills. It was just… a conversation.“Mom?” The word was barely a whisper as the doctor opened the door, ushering them inside.Valeria’s head snapped up, and a radiant smile broke
The words felt thick, a foreign language in his mouth. Victor watched Isabella’s face as he spoke, trying to gauge if she found it as impossible as he did. “He… Malik said Felix. Your father. He’s alive.”Isabella stared, her lips slightly parted. The hum of the city outside felt miles away. “Alive? Victor, what are you talking about?” Her voice was a whisper, laced with an edge of disbelief and fear.“He said,” he started again, forcing himself to repeat Malik’s astonishing claim, “that fifteen years ago, when the attack happened, Malik ordered his own men to stop. Before they killed him. Felix was… gravely injured. Malik moved him. To a private rehabilitation facility. Outside Rome.” His eyes went to Daniel, who stood stiff and pale by the window. He hadn’t said a word since Victor finished speaking with Malik moments ago.Isabella shook her head, a slow, deliberate movement. “No. No, that’s not possible. I saw the news reports. Everyone said…”“Malik claims he was given a false ide
The phone vibrated in Isabella’s hand, Valeria’s name flashing on the screen. Her stomach twisted. She answered, her heart already hammering against her ribs. “Mama? What is it? Are you okay?”“Isabella.” Her mother’s voice was tight, thin with alarm. “There’s a man here. Malik. Malik Zacchaeus. He says Victor sent him. To… to protect me.”Her breath hitched. Malik. Here. Now. She didn’t waste a second. “Put me on speaker, Mama. Now.”A soft click, then the faint echo of her voice confirming the speaker was on. Isabella looked at Kevin, his face already pale. Riven and Daniel Reese stood beside him, their expressions a mix of confusion and building dread.“Malik Zacchaeus?” Riven murmured, eyes widening.Kevin stepped forward, his jaw tight. “No. My father wouldn’t. He promised Felix. He’d never… never harm Valeria.” He looked at Isabella, a desperate plea in his eyes. “He promised. This isn't him. Not like this.”“He might not have intended harm, Kevin,” Isabella countered, her voice
Isabella watched the stranger, trying to make sense of the wild claim he had just made. He took a hesitant step closer, his eyes pleading for understanding.“My name is Daniel Reese,” he said, his voice raw. “I was Felix Hart’s oldest friend. And his greatest betrayal.”Her breath hitched. The words felt like sandpaper on her throat, scratching at something she didn't even know existed. “What are you talking about?” she managed, her voice barely a whisper.He wrung his hands, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Felix and I grew up together. Joined the Sable Communion as teenagers. Fought side-by-side for decades. We were brothers, Isabella. Closer than blood.” He paused, looking up, and for a fleeting second, she saw a ghostly resemblance to her father in the shape of his jaw, the set of his troubled eyes. It made her stomach churn.“Felix,” he continued, “he always believed people could change. He saw a path to peace, even with Malik, with the Zacchaeous family. He’d talk about it every
“ What time are you meant to be here?” “Sir, I was…” “What time…” he interrupted “...are you meant to be here?” He repeated “ 8 0 clock Sir but there was…” “You are fired,” Victor said, his eyes fixed on the screen of his laptop. “Get out of my office” he said and the man turned to leave
“Mom… Mom” Isabella called as she walked out of her room, she woke up minutes ago and didn't find her mother in bed. She walked to the kitchen,it was empty and Isabella prayed it wasn't her fear creeping in. Valerie had , her eyes drifted to her door. Valeria was gone. She ran to the room, her eyes
Isabella turned around at the sound of her phone ringing. She could feel it being handed to her, but she didn't care; it had to be Delaney. She picked the call immediately.“Hello,” she said sleepily, her eyes still closed.“Sister, did you remember the textbook I told you about last week? Today is
IT ALL STARTED IN ROME, 2010He walked among the dead bodies in the park, his eyes searching every single familiar face.“Sir, we need to leave,” Nicholas said as he followed him, but Victor Kade raised a hand to stop him from getting close. He saw his very close friend and squatted next to him, wa







