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Twenty Seven
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2026-06-11 16:42:19
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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 into the hall, everything changed.Conversations paused.Heads turned.And then...laughter.It started as a few quiet chuckles.Barely noticeable.But within seconds…It spread.Louder.Sharper.Uncontrolled.Isabella froze.Her fingers instinctively wanted to grip the edges of her jacket, but it was too late, she had already taken it off at the entrance.She stood there.Exposed.In her rabbit costume.Surrounded by people dressed in elegance.Gowns.Tuxedos.Sophistication.Isabella's heart dropped.“No…” she whispered under her breath.Her eyes darted around the room.Confusion flooding her expression.“This… this isn’t…”Not a costume party.Not even close.Her stomach twisted violently
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 acceptable.More than was wise.His grip tightened slightly around the glass.He hadn’t reached out to her.Not once.Not after that day.Not after she stopped him.His jaw flexed.It wasn’t rejection that bothered him.No.It was something else.Something deeper.Something he couldn’t ignore.The way she looked at him.The way she responded to him.Even when she tried not to.Even when she fought it.Lorenzo exhaled slowly.“She’s still with him…” he muttered under his breath.The thought alone was enough to darken his expression.His son.Alessandro.The very idea of them together now felt…Wrong.Unacceptable.His fingers tapped lightly against the glass.“She should’ve ended it already.
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 ranged from, Floor-length evening gowns, sleek cocktail dresses, tuxedo-style jumpsuits. The men wore black tuxedos. It was a night for refined looks.At the center of it all stood Alessandro Valenti.In a black tuxedo.But unlike everyone else… he wasn’t relaxed.He wasn’t enjoying the party.He was waiting.His gaze kept drifting toward the entrance.Again.And again.And again.“She’s coming, relax.”One of his friends clapped him on the shoulder, laughing lightly. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a girl before.”Alessandro forced a small smirk.“I’m not worried,” he replied.But that was a lie.And deep down, he knew it.Because this wasn’t just about seeing Isabella.This was about
The Mafia's Princess Fifteen
Alessandro Valenti stood in the middle of the room, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling slowly as his father’s words replayed in his head.Start acting like my son.The statement hit deeper than he wanted to admit.It wasn’t just a warning.It was an insult.A dismissal.A reminder that
The Mafia's Princess Fourteen
The storm followed him home.Rain lashed against the windows of the Valenti mansion, thunder rolling across the sky as the gates opened and the sleek black car pulled in.Don Lorenzo Valenti stepped out without hesitation.Unaffected.Untouched.The storm outside had nothing on the one brewing insi
The Mafia's Princess Thirteen
The rain kept falling.It poured down hard, cleaning the streets and washing away footprints, and blood.Hiding the evidence of what had happened.But the water couldn't wash everything away.It couldn't get rid of the pain or the fear.And it definitely couldn’t stop the need for revenge.Martin s
The Mafia's Princess Twelve
The party was still alive.Music pounded through the mansion, laughter spilling into every corner, glasses clinking as the night stretched deeper into indulgence.But Alessandro Valenti wasn’t enjoying any of it.His eyes scanned the crowd again.And again.And again.“Isabella?”Nothing.No sign o
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