All Chapters of What The Don Wants: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isla~ Tonight, I was getting engaged to my father's sworn enemy, a man with a vendetta against our family. I stared blankly at my reflection in the mirror, as I was being dolled up in preparation for his arrival. My supposed husband-to-be would be here anytime from now, and I had to look perfect for him. I took a look at the black, evening dress that ran all the way down to my feet. It clung to me like a second skin, it's expensive noose tightening around my body. The dress was stunning, to say the least but it might as well be a funeral attire. A part of me was about to die tonight. It was a gift from HIM, I was told. A sigh left my lips as my mind suddenly drifted off to Jake, my boyfriend. Just a few days ago, he had called to inform me that he would be coming back to Vegas, to me. He had been away for years and we excitedly made plans on all the things we would do, places we would visit together. I guess none of those would be happening now. By the time he gets back, I

Isla~This was it. This was the moment my entire life would come crashing down. Today, I would officially be wedded to Dante Moretti. I would be wedded to a man who had no problem with wiping out my entire family. The sound of the wedding bells sent jolts through my body, making me feel more like a prisoner, who was about to be executed on a death row. With every step I took towards the altar, I felt suffocated by the wedding dress and veil over my face. The bouquet of flowers felt like thorns in my hands and the scent made me sick to my stomach. A small crowd of people were already gathered, which included my parents and household staff. I couldn't see Matteo anywhere, which was quite understandable. I didn't want to be here too. I was walking down the aisle by myself, as my father was now confined to a wheelchair. He still had bullet wounds in his thighs and I remember my mother's words to me on his account. "This is all your fault!" She had yelled angrily at me. "

Isla~It's been two days. Two days since I've been locked up in this room. All I did was cry myself to sleep and thrash various objects in the room.It was all my fault. My brother was dead because of me.Maybe if I wasn't trying to run from my fate or fight it, I wouldn't be in this mess right now. I had lost both my brother and my freedom.A series of knock suddenly came from the door and I already knew who they were. Apparently, Dante had hired an entire posse of personal attendants to look after me. I was however unmoved by this gesture."Mrs Moretti?" A voice called out from outside and I frowned.That name. I was now bearing the surname of my brother's killer. It made me feel like every bit of a murderer as Dante is, and I hated that feeling.I tightened my grip on the bedsheet as they continued to knock and call for me."Mrs Moretti, please let us in." "Go away!" I screamed at them, sinking further into the king-sized bed. I didn't want to be around anyone right now. Why can'

Isla~After leaving Jake at the balcony, I didn't have the heart to go back to whatever dinner party Dante was hosting.I couldn't sit at the table with those men, smiling and pretending to enjoy their company.I decided to head back to my room, where I planned to lock myself up until my absence would be noticed and I'd probably be dragged out again.Now alone in my room, I saw no need to fight back the tears that had been threatening to fall from my eyes. Grabbing a nearby pillow, I buried my face in there and let out a series of screams. This was my life now. Pushing people I love and care about away, just to keep them safe.Jake Pennington.How he got involved with someone like Dante was still beyond me. What could he possibly want that Dante had? And why did it have to be Dante?My father?What did he really do to make Dante so obsessed with ruining our lives.There were so many questions and I had no answers. I was slowly developing a headache from too much thinking....So I d

Isla~A small smile stretched my lips as I looked down at the view below the balcony. It was easily over five storeys high and a fall from here would definitely be lethal. I could die but then again, was I really living?Climbing onto the very edge of the balcony, I stretched out my arm to enjoy the feeling of the rushing wind in my hair. I relished the momentary feeling of freedom.For the first time in a long while, I felt ... unstoppable.The bedroom door was suddenly swung open with a great force, almost falling off its hinges. Dante stormed in, his grey eyes blazing with an unholy rage. They instantly locked onto me and my grin widened as I watched him come to a slow halt.He definitely wasn't expecting this."Isla..." He began to say, taking a single step forward."You get down from there, right now." A dry chuckle escaped me. He was trying so hard to hide his panic. I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, how his voice strained to stay in control.It would be way too