All Chapters of The Don’s Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

Angelo’s POVShe stayed on her knees, clutching the collar in her hands. Her eyes shimmered with tears. When she looked at me with those sad eyes, it tugged at my heart more than I’d like to admit out loud. There was nothing I could do about it; she had to fear me. It was the only way father would believe I had her under my control. Even though that was far from the truth, there was a stubbornness in those blue eyes even now that she was defeated.I picked up my fork and began to eat. The sound of the knife against the plate filled the silence.I reminded myself this was for my father. Every word, every move, it was all because of him. It was this or certain death for her, and I was uncomfortable with the latter. She had to learn her place here, and if I had to break her to do it, so be it.“You’ll work,” I said without looking up. “In the garden for starters. To earn your keep. The housekeeper will bring you clothes and provide whatever else you’

Aurora’s POVI knelt in the garden, letting the soil crumble between my fingers. Walking among the flowers had become my only escape. Each petal gave me something soft and beautiful to focus on, something that wasn’t ugly and cruel like my reality in the past few months. I’d lost my father. I’d been kidnapped. And yet here I was, in the garden, tending to the plants as if it were the most normal thing to do.Since I began my work there, I realized not all the servants despised me. Some tolerated me enough to nod, to trade a word or two in passing. I clung to those brief conversations, those rare moments when I laughed, because they made everything seem normal, like I belonged here. But I knew better. This wasn’t belonging. It was survival. The garden was my sanctuary, the one place I could pretend I wasn’t a prisoner, that I was free and out in the world.My fingers lingered on a violet as I tried to distract myself, but my mind betrayed me, circling back

Aurora’s POVI sat on the edge of the narrow bed, my fingers pressed against the rough fabric. My thoughts kept wandering to Isabella. I was happy to see her and sad at the same time. I wiped the tear on my cheek with the back of my hand. I missed her dearly. I missed talking to her all day about everything and nothing. I missed dressing up at her apartment to go to the club or crash out at one of those stupid parties.I let out a deep exhale. For once in her life, I wished Isabella wouldn’t be her stubborn self. I hoped she took my words to heart, to stop searching for me. I didn’t know if there was a chance for me to walk back into the normal world, but I needed her to be safe. Knowing she was out there waiting for me gave me hope, it gave me strength.I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on them. The door opened suddenly. My heart jumped. Angelo stepped in first, followed by a group of women in scrubs. There was another man trailing behind in a dark suit.“What’s this?

Angelo’s POVI pushed the door of my study open and stopped halfway. My father was sitting behind my desk like he owned the place. I didn’t know he was here in the first place, let alone in my private study, but he wasn’t the only one here. Nico was leaning against the window, a pleased smirk on his face, and Lorenzo sat on the couch, looking uncomfortable.There was tension. Of course, my father was here. He didn’t come to me if it wasn’t something really important.“Did I interrupt something?” I asked, closing the door behind me.My father’s eyes lifted slowly. “Sit, Angelo.” His tone was flat.I stayed standing, my eyes flickering to my chair he was so confidently occupying. “What’s this about?”He folded his hands on the table. “I found new information about Dante’s death, who killed him.”My chest tightened. My brows furrowed in a deep-set frown. “What are you talking about? Dante’s killer is dead.”“Yes,” he answered quietly, “Mr. Cruz is dead. But there’s more.”I blinked at hi