LOGINIsabella's POV I paced back and forth in my room, my torn engagement dress finally changed for comfortable clothes, but my mind was still racing. The events of the night played on repeat—the gunfire, the panic, the violence in the basement, and then that name. Valentina.Matteo's ex-girlfriend had sent armed men to attack me.The thought was so absurd it almost didn't feel real. But it was real. The blood on the captives' faces had been real. The fear in the ballroom had been real. And somewhere out there, a woman I had never met hated me enough to try to stop my engagement through violence.What could Matteo had done to warrant this treatment from her? Because no one could say I was the cause of the attack. But the men had said they hold a personal resentment towards me.Was valentina resenting me for Matteo engaging me? Was she jealous I had him in my grasp and she couldn't?I checked my phone. It's nearly one in the morning, and Matteo still hadn't returned. How long did it t
Matteo's POV The name hit me like a physical blow.Valentina.My ex-girlfriend. The woman I had dated briefly two years ago, before things had ended badly. Before she had become vindictive and unpredictable.I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't process that she would go this far, would actually hire armed men to attack my engagement party, to target Isabella."You're lying." My voice came out harsher as I stared hard at the men. "Valentina wouldn't—""We're not lying!" The younger captive's voice was desperate, panicked now. "I swear, that's the name we were given. Valentina. We were told if anything went wrong, if we got caught, we should say we were working for her."I moved forward without thinking, my fist connecting with his face again. Blood sprayed, and he cried out, but I barely registered it. The rage was too consuming, too all-over whelming.Valentina had done this. She had dared disrupted my engagement party, had put Isabella in danger, had crossed a line I
Isabella's POV The gasp had escaped before I could stop it, and in the sudden silence that followed, I knew they had heard me.My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood frozen outside the door, my mind racing through possibilities. Run? Pretend I had just arrived? Admit I had been listening?Inside the study, I heard movement. Then Matteo's voice, cautious. "Father, I'm going to check on Isabella to make sure she's settled.""Go ahead. I'm done with this tonight anyway." The don's voice sounded exhausted. "Too many families to call, too many apologies to make for the interruption those bloody gunmen caused at what should have been a celebration.""I know. I'm sorry this happened.""Not your fault. But we'll need to do damage control. The other families will be watching to see how we handle this, whether we show strength or weakness in response.""I understand. Take some rest. We'll reconvene tomorrow to plan our next steps.""Agreed. And Matteo? Be careful with the questioning. Th
Isabella's POV The moment I saw Matteo round the pillar, I could see the worry etched across his face. His eyes were wide, scanning me frantically for injuries, for signs of harm. The fear in his expression was raw, unguarded in a way I rarely saw from him.I rushed towards him immediately, needing to show him I was alright, that whatever he had been imagining hadn't come to pass."I'm fine," I assured him, reaching for his arm. "Matteo, I'm okay. I am not hurt."His hands came up to frame my face, his thumbs brushing across my cheekbones as he examined me closely. "You're sure? They didn't—""I'm sure. Just a bit rattled, but physically fine."Relief flooded his features, but it was quickly replaced by something harder. His eyes moved past me to where Vincenzo stood, still catching his breath from whatever had happened whilst I'd been fighting off the attacker.Vincenzo had that mysterious smirk on his face again, the one that suggested he knew something no one else did. The one
Matteo POV I watched Vincenzo cross the ballroom, his eyes still fixed on Isabella with that same calculated interest. Every muscle in my body tensed, the anger from our earlier confrontation mixing with a new surge of possessive fury.He had been alone with her. The timing was too perfect to be coincidence, Isabella disappearing, then reappearing moments before Vincenzo emerged from the same corridor. They had spoken, possibly more than spoken.What had he said to her? What had he tried?I pulled Isabella closer to my side, my hand tightening on her waist. She was mere breaths away from me now, close enough that I could smell her perfume, could feel the warmth of her body against mine. Safe. She was safe."Matteo?" Isabella's voice held concern. "Are you alright?""I'm fine. I just—"GBAH!!The gunshot cut through the music and conversation like a blade.For a split second, the entire ballroom froze. Then chaos erupted.More shots rang out, the sharp cracks echoing off the walls.
Matteo's POV My father left me standing in the middle of the ballroom, surrounded by curious stares and whispered conversations. The confrontation with Vincenzo had drawn too much attention, had exposed tensions I should have kept hidden. But I couldn't bring myself to regret it. Not when he had been looking at Isabella like that, speaking about her with such casual disrespect.I grabbed a drink from a passing waiter, downing half of it in one swallow. The alcohol burned going down, but it helped clear some of the rage still clouding my thoughts. I needed to find Isabella, needed to make sure she was alright, needed to explain what had happened and why.But she was nowhere to be seen. I scanned the ballroom, the dance floor, the groups clustered near the bar. No emerald green dress. No familiar face turning to look for me.Why had she not returned from the bathroom?I was about to go searching when someone appeared directly in front of me, blocking my view of the rest of the roo







