Masuk[Earlier That Evening - Two Hours Before the Gala] Isabella'Isabella stood in the estate's damaged east wing, watching through the window as luxury vehicles began arriving at the temporary staging area. The gala had been moved to the Manhattan ballroom, but guests were gathering here first for pre-event cocktails—a strategic choice by Dante to show strength despite Catalina's attack."Bratva just arrived," Marco said, appearing at her elbow with his tablet showing security feeds. His warm hazel eyes were serious as he tracked the Russian delegation. "Aleksei Volkov brought twelve men. That's eight more than protocol allows.""Irish mob?" Isabella asked, her hands smoothing the emerald silk of her gown nervously."Sean O'Brien and his brothers. Six armed guards. Also above the limit." Marco's lean athletic frame was tense despite his casual posture. "And the Carbones are pulling up now. Vittorio brought his entire inner circle.""They're preparing for war," Isabella said, dread pooli
IsabellaIsabella stood with Dante on the ballroom's private terrace, the sounds of the gala muted behind the glass doors. They had maybe five minutes before Marco would signal them to return inside, five minutes before Catalina made her move, five minutes of peace before everything exploded."I used to hate these events," Dante said quietly, his steel-gray eyes reflecting the city lights below. "The fake smiles. The political maneuvering. The constant performance of power. But tonight….." He turned to face her fully. "Tonight I just want to dance with my wife. I want to hold you. Want to pretend for a few minutes that we're just a couple at a party instead of…..""Instead of targets in a war zone?" Isabella finished, managing a small smile despite the terror churning in her stomach. "I know. I feel the same way. Like if we could just freeze this moment, just stay out here forever…..""We could," Dante interrupted. "We could walk away right now. Leave the gala, leave New York, leave a
IsabellaIsabella stood in front of the floor-length mirror in what remained of the estate's guest wing, staring at her reflection like she was looking at a stranger. The deep emerald gown hugged her hourglass figure perfectly, the silk catching the light as she moved. Her long dark chestnut hair was styled in an elegant updo, her warm brown eyes enhanced with makeup that couldn't quite hide the fear underneath.In one hour, she'd walk into a ballroom full of New York's most dangerous families. In one hour, Catalina would force her to choose between Sofia's life and Dante's trust. In one hour, everything she'd built with the man she loved would either survive or shatter completely."You look beautiful," Dante's voice came from the doorway, making her jump. "Terrified, but beautiful."He moved into the room, devastatingly handsome in his custom Italian suit, his steel-gray eyes taking in every detail of her appearance with an intensity that made her breath catch. His powerful frame fil
IsabellaIsabella sat in the back of Dante's armored SUV as they raced toward what remained of the estate, her mind spinning with Catalina's threat. Three hours until the gala. Three hours until every secret she'd kept, every plan she'd made behind Dante's back, would be exposed in front of hundreds of witnesses."We need to cancel," she said, breaking the tense silence. "The gala. We need to cancel it, Dante. Catalina's planning something catastrophic. She has recordings of…." She cut herself off, barely catching the confession before it spilled out."Recordings of what?" Dante asked, his steel-gray eyes sharp despite the exhaustion evident in his powerful frame. "Isabella, what does Catalina have?""I don't know," she lied, the words tasting like ash. "But if she's threatening to reveal things at the gala, if she has some kind of….of evidence against us….""Then we face it," Dante said firmly. "We don't run from threats. We don't hide from enemies. We show up, we fight, and we surviv
IsabellaIsabella stared at the photo of the burning estate, her hands shaking so violently she nearly dropped the phone. Catalina. It had been Catalina all along. Not just Antonio's ally—the actual mastermind."We need to move," Dante said, already heading for the warehouse exit with Sofia in his arms. "Marco, get teams to the estate. Now. Everyone we have. And…..""Wait," Antonio interrupted, still standing with his hands raised. "You don't understand. Catalina's not working alone. She has someone inside your inner circle. Someone close enough to know every security protocol, every backup plan, every…..""Shut up," Dante snarled. "You don't get to help now. You don't get to……""It's Marco," Antonio said flatly.The warehouse went silent.Isabella watched Marco's handsome face shift from shock to fury, his warm hazel eyes turning cold as ice. "You lying son of a….""Am I?" Antonio challenged. "Then explain how Catalina knew Dante would come to this warehouse. How she knew the estate w
IsabellaIsabella stared at the video link Antonio had sent, her finger hovering over it while Marco's men surrounded her and Dante in the kitchen. Every instinct screamed not to click it, not to see whatever horror Antonio had prepared."Don't open it," Dante said quietly, his hand covering hers on the phone. "That's what he wants. He wants you traumatized before the gala. Wants you broken and desperate. Don't give him that power.""But Sofia….""Is alive," Marco interrupted, his warm hazel eyes serious as he moved closer. "Boss, we traced the video link. It's not live. It's pre-recorded from two hours ago. And the location metadata…" He pulled up his tablet. "It's the old Carbone warehouse in Red Hook. We have teams moving there now.""Two hours ago?" Isabella's voice shook. "Then she could already be…..""She's not," Marco said firmly. "Antonio needs leverage. He needs Sofia alive to control you at the gala. Killing her before then eliminates his power over you. He's bluffing, Isa
Isabella The rest of the day passed in a blur of security briefings and strategic planning for Friday's trap. Isabella sat through meetings with Marco and the underbosses, watching Dante transform from the man who'd kissed her tenderly that morning into the ruthless Don who commanded absolute loya
IsabellaThe Valentino family's monthly dinner was held at the estate in the Bronx—a sprawling mansion that looked like something out of *The Godfather*, complete with wrought-iron gates, manicured gardens, and enough security to guard Fort Knox.Isabella smoothed down her emerald silk dress for th
IsabellaIsabella woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and the unfamiliar weight of Dante's arm draped across her waist. For a moment, she let herself enjoy it—the warmth of his body against her back, the rhythm of his breathing, the safety she felt wrapped in his embrace.The
IsabellaIsabella woke tangled in Egyptian cotton sheets that smelled like Dante—sandalwood and something darker, uniquely him. Her body ached in the most delicious ways, muscles she didn't know existed protesting the thorough claiming from the night before.Heat flooded her cheeks at the memory.







