Chapter Thirty One.

Isabella. I opened the door gently. The room was warm and quiet. Light slipped through the curtains and fell across the bed. Anna sat up against a pillow, her long hair falling over her shoulder. Her eyes were tired but clear. She looked at me and gave a weak smile. I smiled back and walked in slowly. “Hey… how are you feeling?” She nodded. “Better. Thank you.” Her voice was soft. I moved closer and pulled the chair beside the bed. I sat down and took a breath. “Do you remember what happened? How you ended up there?” She looked down at her hands. “Yes,” she whispered. “I remember.” I waited quietly. She started speaking, her voice shaky at first. “My name is Anna,” she said. “I have a younger brother. His name is Hugo.” My breath caught for a second. Hugo. “We lived with our parents. Just a normal life. Until they came.” She paused, eyes getting watery. “Rossi’s men.” I could feel my heart squeezing in my chest. I didn’t speak. I just listened. “They wanted me

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Chapter Thirty Two

Isabella. Dr. Laura showed up at the villa again today. I had barely stepped into the hallway when I heard her heels clicking against the marble floor, that sharp, annoying sound like she was announcing her arrival to the entire world. Anna was doing better. Her face looked healthier this morning, and she even managed a smile. But that didn't make me feel any better about Laura being here again. She was all over the place—smiling at Rocco, chatting with Hugo, pretending not to notice me. But I could see her eyes scanning for Matteo. As always. I told myself it didn’t matter. That Anna needed a doctor. That Laura was here for that, nothing else. Still, the pit in my stomach burned. Enzo met me out at the training grounds. We started with light sparring. My arms ached from the last session, but I welcomed the burn. It distracted me. Until I saw them. Matteo and Laura were standing by the balcony, talking. Laura laughed and touched his arm, leaning in like

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Chapter Thirty Three.

Isabella.For a moment, I thought I saw it. That flicker of something behind Matteo’s eyes—jealousy. The way his gaze locked onto me riding on Luca’s back. It was quick, gone before I could catch it properly. Maybe I imagined it.But then, just like that, he looked away. No words. No reaction. He turned to Laura, said something to her, and walked her straight out of the estate like nothing happened.The way my stomach twisted shouldn’t have surprised me anymore. But it did.I climbed off Luca’s back, my smile gone. I hated how stupid I felt. How I had expected something, anything. A glare. A possessive word. A sign that he cared.But there was nothing.“Stupid,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re so stupid, Isabella.”“Whoa,” Enzo’s voice broke through the air. He was walking toward us with Alexander, both of them looking amused and confused.“Luca,” Alexander said, raising a brow, “do you have a death wish? Carrying Matteo’s wife like that?”I rolled my eyes. “Relax. Matteo doesn

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Chapter Thirty Four.

Matteo.Pain greeted me before my eyes even opened. A sharp, throbbing ache pulsed through my ribs, each breath a reminder of the bullet that had torn through me. I blinked against the dim light filtering into the room, the ceiling above unfamiliar yet comforting in its stillness.Turning my head slightly, I spotted her. Isabella. Curled up on the couch, her hair a tangled halo around her face, lips parted in sleep. She looked peaceful, vulnerable even. The sight stirred something deep within me, something I wasn't ready to name.Memories of the mission flooded back—the chaos, the gunfire, the searing pain. And then, her face. Tear-streaked, eyes wide with fear as she begged me not to close mine. That image clung to me, more potent than any painkiller.I recalled the earlier scene with Luca. Seeing her on his back had ignited a fury I hadn't expected. A possessive, irrational rage that had no place in my world. She was playing a game, trying to provoke me. And damn it, it worked

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Chapter Thirty Five.

Isabella. I didn’t go near Matteo the next morning. I told myself it was for the best. I wasn’t here to fall in love, anyway. I was here to get stronger, get revenge, and forget everything else. I didn’t need him for that. I could do it all on my own.Even when everyone else went to check on him.Rocco, Enzo, even Luca who barely liked him.I stayed back. I stayed in the training ground, pouring all my anger into every shot and every throw. My fingers wrapped tight around the knife as I sent it flying, hitting the target dead center. My heart pounded in my chest. My mind was all over the place.The image of Laura brushing her hands over Matteo’s chest played again in my head, again and again, like a sick loop. And then the way he told me to leave... like I didn’t matter.Fine.If he wanted a war, I’d give him one.I picked up another knife and threw it with so much force my arm stung. I barely noticed Luca until he ducked behind me, hands up."Easy, mafia queen," he joked. "Trying

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All Chapters of An Assassin's Love : His To Possess.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty One.

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Three.

Chapter Thirty Four.

Chapter Thirty Five.