登入Isabella's POV We stood facing each other in the quiet corridor, the sounds of the party muted by distance and closed doors. My aunt looked exactly as she had at the café, disguised so well that anyone passing by would see nothing more than a member of the catering staff taking a brief break.But I saw her. I saw the woman who had raised me, who had shaped my entire understanding of the world, who had apparently been lying to me for years.And I saw the gun, still tucked beneath the cloth on her tray."What are you doing here?" The question came out harsher than I intended, but I was beyond caring about tone."I came to see my niece get engaged." Her voice was pleasant, conversational, as though this were a normal family gathering. "It's quite the event. Your Matteo certainly knows how to throw a party.""Don't." I stepped closer, keeping my voice low. "Don't stand there and pretend this is a social call. You have a gun. You're in disguise. What are you really doing here?""Exactly
Matteo's POV Isabella looked absolutely stunning tonight. The emerald dress fitted her perfectly, the colour bringing out her eyes in a way that made it hard for me to look away. Every time she moved, every time she smiled, I found myself forgetting where I was, forgetting the performance we were both supposed to be giving.But I wasn't the only one watching her.Vincenzo's eyes had been on Isabella all evening, tracking her movements across the ballroom, following her when she danced, assessing her with that calculating look I had learned to hate over the years.He had brought one of his girlfriends—a model whose name I couldn't remember, beautiful in the empty way his women always were. She hung on his arm for the first hour, trying desperately to keep his attention, but he barely looked at her. His focus was entirely on Isabella.The way he looked at her made something dark and possessive coil in my chest. It was the same look he had given every other woman I had shown interest
Isabella's POV My heart stopped. Everything around me seemed to fade into background noise as I stared at my aunt across the hallway. She was dressed in black trousers and a white shirt—the standard uniform for catering staff with her hair pulled back severely and glasses perched on her nose. If I hadn't been looking directly at her, if I hadn't memorized every feature of her face years ago, I might have walked right past without recognizing her.But I did recognize her. And I recognized the gun tucked beneath the tray she carried, partially concealed by a white cloth napkin."What was she doing here? What was she planning?"My mind raced through possibilities, each one worse than the last. "Was she here to kill the don? To shoot Matteo? To cause some scene that would expose me as a plant in the Romano family?"I needed to talk to her and find out what she was planning before she did something that would destroy everything.But before I could move, before I could even take a step t
Isabella's POV Matteo stepped closer, closing the distance between us. His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb tracing along my cheekbone with a gentleness that made my breath catch."I can't wait to marry you," he murmured, his voice low and sincere in a way that made my heart skip. "I know this isn't how either of us expected things to happen, but I—" He paused, searching for words. "I'm glad it's you, Isabella."Before I could respond, before I could process what he had just said, his lips were on mine.The kiss was different from the ones before. Not urgent or demanding, but slow and deliberate, as though he was savouring every moment. His other hand found the small of my back, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together, until I could feel his heartbeat against my chest.I should have pulled away and remembered all the reasons why this was dangerous, why I couldn't let myself feel what I was feeling, why I should hate him in the more instead of falling into the
Isabella's POV The morning of the engagement party arrived with an almost surreal quality. I woke to find my room transformed. There were boxes and bags scattered across every surface, each one containing something Matteo had sent up for me to wear tonight.I sat up in bed, staring at the display with a mixture of wonder and unease. There were dresses, at least five of them, each more beautiful than the last, ranging from classic elegance to modern sophistication. Jewellery boxes containing pieces that probably cost more than I used to earn in a year. Shoes in different styles, all in my exact size.Everything I could possibly need, and more.I got up and began opening boxes, examining each item. A midnight blue gown with delicate beading. A sleek black dress that would hug every curve. The emerald green one his father had given me, carefully pressed and ready. Each one was exquisite, clearly chosen with care.But they're too much. Too much attention to detail for this to be just
Isabella's POV I turned back around to face my aunt, but she was already gone, disappeared into the crowd like smoke, leaving me alone at the table with my half-finished coffee and a thousand unanswered questions.Matteo's eyes scanned the café until they found me. His expression was unreadable as he crossed the space between us, weaving between tables until he stood in front of me."Did you follow me?" The question came out angrier than I intended, but I couldn't help it. The fury at being tracked, at having my one chance to speak with my aunt ruined, sent anger radiating through me in hot waves."Yes." He pulled out the chair my aunt had vacated moments ago and sat down. "I followed you.""I told you I was meeting friends.""And I told you that you needed protection. When my men reported that you'd deliberately lost them, I came to find you myself." His voice was calm. "I was only protecting you, Isabella.""Protecting me?" I nearly spat the words. "Or spying on me?""Both, if ne







