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The Mafia's Princess Thirty Seven
The atmosphere in Don Lorenzo's study had barely settled.The air still carried the weight of everything that had happened. The party, the humiliation, the rescue, the unspoken emotions that neither of them had fully processed.Isabella sat across from him.She felt… safe.And yet, not.Because every word Lorenzo spoke reminded her of one thing...Her life was no longer simple.It could never be again.Don Lorenzo stood by the window, his back partially turned to her, his gaze fixed on the darkness outside.But his mind?It was far from calm.It was calculating.Always calculating.Finally, he spoke.“Your mother.”Isabella's head lifted immediately.Her heart skipped.“My… mother?” she repeated softly.Lorenzo turned to face her now, his expression serious, more serious than she had ever seen it.“We need to move her.”The words hit instantly.Hard.Isabella blinked.“What…?”“Tomorrow morning,” he continued, his tone firm, leaving no room for negotiation. “She cannot stay where she
The Mafia's Princess Thirty Six
Valeria Rossi didn’t bother taking off her heels as she stepped into the grand halls of the Rossi mansion.The marble floors echoed beneath her hurried steps, her pulse still racing, not from fear, but from adrenaline.From satisfaction.From the thrilling realization that everything had just changed.Her lips curved slightly as she walked deeper into the house, her mind replaying the scene over and over again.Don Lorenzo walking in.The fear.The silence.The way he had wrapped Isabella in his jacket.The way he had carried her out.Like she belonged to him.Like nothing, and no one else mattered.Valeria exhaled slowly.“Yes…” she whispered under her breath.“That’s her.”There was no doubt anymore.No confusion.No second-guessing.Isabella Lombardi was the girl.The one from that night.The one Martin had spoken about.The one who had begged for a life, and was granted it.And more importantly, the one who had somehow gotten Don Lorenzo Valenti's attention.Her smile deepened.He
The Mafia's Princess Thirty Five
The drive to the Valenti Mansion had passed in near silence.Not the suffocating kind from before.Not the tense, dangerous quiet that filled the space between them in the car earlier.This one was… different.Isabella sat beside Don Lorenzo, wrapped in his jacket, her fingers still clutching the fabric as if letting go would somehow unravel everything holding her together.Her body still trembled.Her mind hadn’t stopped racing.Not for a second.The humiliation.The laughter.The video.Alessandro.Valeria.And then…Him.The way he walked in.The way everything changed.The way he carried her out like nothing else in the world mattered.Isabella swallowed softly, her eyes drifting briefly toward him.Lorenzo's expression remained unreadable.Focused.Controlled.But there was something beneath it.Something she couldn’t quite name.Something that unsettled her just as much as it steadied her.When the car finally rolled through the grand gates of the Valenti Mansion, Isabella's bre
The Mafia's Princess Thirty Four
The doors had barely closed behind Don Lorenzo before the silence shattered.At first, it was murmurs.Then laughter.Mocking and cruel.And it was all directed at one person.Alessandor Valenti.He stood exactly where Lorenzo had left him.Frozen.His mind still struggling to catch up with everything that had just happened.The gun.The warning.The humiliation.In front of everyone.His father hadn’t just reprimanded him, He had destroyed him publicly.“Damn…” one of the boys muttered, shaking his head. “That was brutal.”Another let out a low whistle. “Bro… your dad almost killed you.”That was when the laughter grew louder.More confident.Because the fear Lorenzo brought with him, had also left with him.And now there was nothing holding them back.One of his friends stepped forward, a smirk stretching across his face.“Wait…” he said slowly. “So let me get this straight…”Alessandro didn’t respond.Didn’t even look at him.But the guy continued anyway.“You made a whole bet… hyp
The Mafia's Princess Thirty Three
The silence in the hall was suffocating.Heavy.Unforgiving.Every single eye was fixed on the scene unfolding—no one daring to move, no one daring to speak.Because standing there, with a gun pointed straight ahead…was Don Lorenzo Valenti.And in his line of fire, was his own son.Alessandro stood frozen.His body rigid.His mind blank.For the first time in a long time…he looked small.Insignificant.Because the man in front of him wasn’t just his father.He was the Butcher.And right now?That title wasn’t just a rumor.It was a warning.Lorenzo's gaze remained locked on Alessandro, dark and unyielding, his finger resting lightly against the trigger.The room held its breath.Waiting.Praying.Hoping this wouldn’t go where it looked like it was going.Lorenzo spoke suddenly.“Do you know…” his voice was low, controlled, “why you’re still standing?”Alessandro swallowed hard.But he didn’t answer.He couldn’t.Because even breathing felt like a risk.Lorenzo took a slow step closer.
The Mafia's Princess Thirty Two
Isabella's voice echoed through the room.The crowd erupted.Laughter.Whistles.Mockery.“Oh my God!”“She really went all out!”“That’s embarrassing!”Isabella's entire body went cold.Her knees felt weak.Her vision blurred.“No…” she whispered.But it didn’t stop.The video continued.Her pacing.Her anticipation.Her vulnerability.All of it exposed.Tears streamed down her face now.Uncontrollable.Humiliating.And around her?No one cared.No one stopped it.They laughed.They recorded.They enjoyed it.Isabella's chest heaved.Her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.She couldn’t stay.She couldn’t breathe.She couldn’t—Without thinking—She turned.But some of the boys stopped her."Where are you running off too?""Why don't you give us some of what you gave, Alex?" Another boy said.Soon, they started pulling at her, touching her.Isabella screamed.They were like five or six of them around her, and no one came to help her.Not even her best friend, Valeria.Or her boyfrie
The Mafia's Princess Thirty One
The moment Isabella stepped into the venue…She knew.Something was wrong.It wasn’t immediate.Not at first.But it crept in slowly like a chill slipping beneath her skin.The music was loud.The lights were bright.The room was full.But none of that mattered.Because the second she fully stepped
The Mafia's Princess Thirty
Don Lorenzo Valenti's study, was partially dark, with low lighting. He stood by the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his gaze fixed on the night outside.But his mind?There was nothing still about it.Isabella Lombardi.She had been on his mind far more than he cared to admit.More than was
The Mafia's Princess Twenty Nine
The party's venue was alive.Lights blazed across the sprawling hall, music thumped through the walls, and laughter spilled into every corner of the night.And tonight… it wasn’t just a party.It was a spectacle.Students flooded the halls and outdoor spaces, dressed in high-end formal attire that
The Mafia's Princess Twenty Four
The air in the bedroom had shifted to something heavy.Something dangerous.Isabella could feel it in the way her breath had changed.In the way her heart refused to slow down.In the way Lorenzo was looking at her.Like she was the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment.And that ter
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