Lahat ng Kabanata ng TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

DIEGO'S POVI couldn’t break into their house, couldn’t detonate a goddamn bomb without hurting Isabella, and I most certainly couldn’t storm in shooting wildly. That would result in war. And as much as I’d been at my father’s neck the past week, becoming enemies with the Riccis wouldn’t help anything.Which was why I’d been struck by surprise when I got a call from Luca last night. When he informed me about Isabella wanting to attend Matteo’s wedding, . A part of me believed it to be a sly plan—an attack—but even Luca wouldn’t ruin Matteo’s wedding. They both had a bond of some sort.I’d never been much of a curious person, except that right now, I was. My eyebrows knitted together, with a thousand thoughts swarming across my mind, but I needed to keep a controlled expression.An entourage of cars approached the venue. I watched keenly, and my heart leaped in my chest upon seeing Isabella step out of the car, her eyes darting around in search of… me?Fuck. I shouldn’t be this excited

ANTONIO'S POV.The soft fabric of my alter neck top clung to my body as the cold wind brushed past my skin. Today may not have been the best day to get dressed in shorts either, but I needed to be certain If i’d been made a fool of. Everything had been fine—Isabella hadn’t recalled her memories, but she was coming around just fine. I’d noticed Macini, however, receiving sneaky calls, disappearing for odd hours, meeting up with someone. I hadn’t intended to be the nosy husband or anything of the sort, but I’d grown more restless when Nico had taunted me at the wedding earlier today, asking if I intended to be in a poly relationship just like Isabella, Ciro, and Luca. Only that when I’d asked him what he meant, he’d recoiled—realizing he had spoken too much. Anger spiked in me, and I demanded an explanation. He asked us to meet tonight by the beach.The crunching of gravel beneath the tires as a car steered toward me made my pulse quicken. Nico alighted from it, swinging his keys in

LUCAS POV.Some things were best left secret.But some were a disaster when it unfolded.The Vladimirs and the Riccis were no longer rival factions but had become business partners, according to the public and our men. But little did they know, Isabella was also an heir to Vladimir Bratva—one of the secrets I’d have to carry to my grave. Diego and his brothers knew of it. Mancini and I knew of it. But we told no one else, knowing how dreadful it would be, especially to my wife.Mancini's secret hadn’t been an entire disaster. He’d hidden a child from the Bratva for nineteen solid years. It had taken a strain on their relationship. Antonio didn’t love him any less, he enjoyed Gia’s company, but his paranoia increased by the day.The trust he had in Mancini was cracked. After all, if Mancini could hide a child from him, what else was closeted?Isabella, on the other hand, still struggled with her inability to recall her past. She was trying, attending all sorts of therapy. Her sessions

DIEGO’S POVI had no expectations for how she’d react. But if I’d been given a choice, I’d never settle for this gory manner in which she stared at me—the eerie silence, the tension stilled between us. “Kotyonok,” I slurred, reaching out toward her. She didn’t move, didn’t scream, didn’t avert her gaze from where I’d been standing previously. It seemed just as though she was... gone. Blacked out. Not a single emotion behind those hazel, bulging eyes of hers. “Baby, I think I’ll leave you both to speak. I’ll be away for now,” Luca had muttered gently, but this time, I was the one to yank at his arms. “Perhaps leaving might not be a good idea. She might not want to stay with me,” I pleaded in my tone, but Luca only smiled before nodding negative. My grip on his arm loosened and we watched until he’d walked away. “Come, kotyonok,” I dragged her gently by the arm, settling her into the chair. Still, she hadn’t moved or said a word. I was growing worried. I mean, I’d preferred her

ISABELLA'S POVAll four men happened to walk in together—Ciro leading with Antonio by his side, Nico and Macini had followed. Glaring at each other. Now, this was about to get weirder than I'd anticipated. “Relax, kotyonok… they are all family.” I wasn’t sure it was working—not when he’d repeated the very words that sounded like a bloody nightmare to me.“So, when are we fixing a bloody date for the abortion?” Nico had asked, blurting it out senselessly. He’d always been the one without an iota of empathy. He’d speak whatever it was that settled into mind. “No one’s getting an abortion, Nico. Calm down,” Antonio responded, earning sealed lips from Nico—which, at this point, had seemed like a miracle. Macini shifted at Ciro’s side, clearly uncomfortable at the sudden friendship between his husband and a Vladimir. “What’s the plan?” Ciro asked, this time being level-headed—although he’d failed to hide the bitter scowl on his face, earning more scoffs and grumbles from Nico bene