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Isabella’s POVI found out that my husband was accompanying his childhood sweetheart Rosa for her pregnancy check up at my regular hospital this afternoon.“Vincent, our baby looks so cute on the monitor.”From the crack in the door, I saw Vincent’s face lit up with a smile. Rosa was pointing at the monitor, and Vincent nodded, smiling back at her.If I didn’t know that man was my husband—the father of my baby—I would have sworn they were a couple, happy and in love.“Isabella Caruso? The doctor is ready for your examination,” the nurse called.Vincent turned, his face drained of color, his eyes scanning the hallway. He must have heard my name.When his eyes landed on me, his mouth opened, but no words came out.I had been happily married to Vincent Falcone, my mafia husband, for nearly ten years. This year, I was finally pregnant with his child. He of all people should know how difficult is for me to have the baby now. How could he do this to me?I slowly walked toward him, my heart b

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Isabella’s POV“I don’t want to eat seafood.”Then, as if a sudden thought occurred to him, Vincent shifted his tone, “Oh, right. You probably shouldn’t have the sashimi. I just remembered you’re allergic or something?”“Sorry, Isabella,” Rosa shot me a glance. “I’ve been craving sashimi ever since I got pregnant,” she added with a slight shrug. “But if you’re not in the mood for seafood, we can always switch to another restaurant. I guess.”Vincent hesitated as he looked at me, clearly unsure of how to proceed. "Well, how about we go and let Rosa pick whatever she wants, then I’ll take you to the restaurant you like?"I glanced between them. Vincent’s insistence felt off, and Rosa’s feigned casual concern only made me feel more exposed.I stayed silent, my quiet refusal hanging in the air. Was he going to leave with me now that he remembered I hated seafood?But as the moments stretched, Vincent said nothing. His gaze flickered between Rosa and me, hesitation written all over his face

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Isabella’s POVI strode over to Rosa, ready to slap her one last time. Vincent rushed forward, his hands stopping me. “What are you doing?”“It’s my fault, Vincent. Mrs. Falcone has every right to be angry with me. First, I asked you to come to the pregnancy check-up with me, then I moved in here.” Rosa put on that innocent act again. “It’s all my fault. I should just leave. I really shouldn’t have come today.”Fine, then leave. The thought crossed my mind.To my surprise, Vincent—who had been trying to stop me from slapping Rosa—spoke up. "I agree. You should leave, Rosa. I’m not going to force my wife out of here."I was stunned. After everything, I expected him to yell at me, to tell me to leave.Rosa was taken aback too, but in the next breath, she managed to shed a few tears, pleading, “Ow, my stomach hurts so badly. Is the baby angry with me?”Once again, I watched as Vincent’s serious expression faltered. He softened—for her. His hand hovered over her stomach, like she was the m

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Isabella’s POVAfter their flight took off, I finally felt a sense of relief. Now, all I had to do was wait for my real parents to pick me up.Just twelve more hours, and I’d finally be free from Vincent and all the lies. I was so happy I even ate another piece of steak at dinner.When I spoke with my real parents on the phone, I told them Vincent had surrounded the mansion with nearly thirty bodyguards.My father chuckled on the other end. “Thirty? Don’t worry about it. Your dad has thousands of them.”“Just relax and wait for us, okay?” he said.I didn’t know if he was exaggerating, but it was enough that they were coming to get me.After dinner, while I was reading in the living room, Rosa’s mother arrived, followed by Vincent’s parents and my adoptive parents.They all looked at me like I was the villain.Vincent’s mother slammed a divorce agreement on the table. “Sign this. Get rid of that bastard child in your belly. The Falcon family can’t be more ashamed of you.”Rosa’s mother

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Isabella’s POVWhen I woke up, there were only two people in the room. The woman was crying, and the man was pacing. My head was still a mess, and the amnesia felt like it had hit me hard.Seeing me wake up, the woman stopped crying and took my hand. “Isabella, how are you feeling?”I recognized her immediately. It was my birth mother, Bianca. Though I had only met her once, the resemblance between us was undeniable.The man, pacing nervously, was unmistakably my birth father, Enzo.They both looked at me with such worry in their eyes. It was a stark contrast to those who had once called me a disgrace, who had forced me to sign the divorce papers and terminate my pregnancy.My father’s voice was soft, though his expression was still tense. “I’ll make them pay, Isabella. You’re a Rossi. No one will ever make you endure this again.”My mother gently stroked my hair, tucking it behind my ear, and smiled at me. “Don’t worry about anything else. Just focus on getting better, okay? Your fath

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Vincent’s POVI was feeling a sudden ease at my heart, almost as if I forgot something important or losing something important.Actually I had been getting this feeling the day I left home. And now, the feeling was getting stronger by seconds, almost make my heart burn. Did something happen back at the mansion? Did something happen to Isabella?I pulled out the phone and called Isabella’s number. A dozen tries, still no one answered. Now I was officially panicked. Why the hell did Isabella not answering her damn phone?I got off the bed, pulling out the jacket and pants, trying to walk out of this room. But Rosa’s voice stopped me, “Vincent, where are you going?”“I have to go back to check on Isabella. She’s not answering her phone.”Rosa’s voice trembled, almost crying out, “So you just going to leave me here? Alone?” That’s right, I can’t go back. Go back means leaving Rosa all along in this house. I walked to her side, gently pulling her into my arms, “Don’t cry, I won’t leave.

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Isabella’s POVThe moment my real parents, Bianca and Enzo, took me to their home, I realized they hadn’t been exaggerating.They were the most powerful mafia family in the North, their influence stretching across the globe—hundreds of times greater than what Vincent Falcone had built.I had been stolen years ago by one of my father’s rivals during a brutal war over a drug plant development project. My father exacted revenge on the one responsible, but by the time he sought me out, I had already vanished.But my birth parents never gave up searching for me. They just never imagined I had been raised by another mafia family—one much smaller than theirs.At first, my father’s men didn’t believe in me. To them, I was too soft, too delicate to be Enzo’s daughter.Even my own father told me, “As long as I’m here, you don’t need to worry about running a mafia. Just enjoy your life.”But I wanted to prove myself. And those twenty years of training under the Carusos had prepared me for this. I

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Isabella’s POVI married Ethan a year later, and I can confidently say our marriage couldn’t have been more perfect. Ethan cherished me in every possible way.Not long after, I became pregnant with his child.Ten months later, our daughter was born.Time passed, and when she turned two, I finally decided to fly back to New York with my parents.Stepping foot in New York again felt entirely different from when I had left. Back then, I was a different person. Now, I returned with my baby girl in my arms, my loving husband by my side, and my parents standing behind me. I was changed. Stronger. Happier.But the world is small—too small.I hadn't expected to cross paths with Rosa, yet there she was, selling balloons on the street.I hesitated, not ready to acknowledge her. I just wanted to walk past before her filthy hands could touch my dress.But she noticed me.Her eyes widened, and in an instant, she rushed toward me, dropping to her knees, gripping the fabric of my dress.“Isabella? Is

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