บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia King’s Bride; He’s danger. She’s revenge : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Matteo's POV I looked at Isabella, then back at Vincenzo. Whatever my brother wanted to discuss, it clearly wasn't something for Isabella's ears."Isabella, could you give us a moment?"She looked between us, suspicion clear on her face. "Why? What's going on?""Just family business. Please.""Family business." She repeated the words flatly. "Like the family business you were discussing with Caroline? Or the family business that happened in the room with Don earlier?""Isabella—""Fine. I'll leave." She pulled her hand from mine. "Since apparently I'm not really part of this family anyway."She walked away before I could respond, her footsteps echoing down the corridor. I wanted to go after her, to explain. But Vincenzo's expression told me this couldn't wait.The moment Isabella was out of sight, Vincenzo shoved me hard against the wall."You're just going to accept it? Just let this happen?"I shoved him back, harder. "Don't touch me.""Don't touch you?" His laugh was bitter. "Fath

Isabella POV The world stopped.Everything—the restaurant, the candlelight, the soft music playing in the background—it all faded away until there was only Matteo kneeling in front of me with that ring sparkling in his hand."Will you marry me? Officially?"The question hung in the air between us. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't process what was happening.This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to actually fall for me. This was supposed to be strategic, calculated.But the look in his eyes was real. The emotion in his voice was real. Everything about this moment was terrifyingly, impossibly real."Isabella?" His voice was gentle. "Say something. Please."I found my voice, though it came out shaky. "Why are you proposing?"Confusion flickered across his face. "What do you mean?""Is this because of the meeting earlier? Because your father said something about grandchildren?" The words tumbled out. "Are you doing this because you think it's strategic? Because i

Isabella's POV The words cut through me like a blade. Misfit. Fool. I couldn't believe Aunt Carla had actually said that to me."Don't talk to me like that." My hands gripped the phone tighter. "I know I've made mistakes. I know I've compromised the mission. But you don't get to abuse me—""Abuse you?" Her laugh was sharp, cruel. "Oh, Isabella. You really are as naive as I feared. The only thing you've compromised is yourself. The mission? The mission can still be salvaged.""What are you talking about?""The pregnancy, you fool." Carla's voice turned calculating. "Don't you see? This is exactly the opportunity we've been waiting for. You're carrying the Romano heir. The grandchild that old man has been demanding. That gives you power, Isabella. Real power."My stomach twisted. "No.""Yes. Tell Matteo about the baby. Watch how quickly his family opens up to you. How much trust you'll gain. They'll tell you things they never would have told you before. Give you access to places you co

Isabella POV I stormed into my room and slammed the door behind me, my heart still racing from the confrontation downstairs. Those women—Valentina and Caroline—had tried to tear me apart with their words, their accusations, their thinly veiled threats.And the worst part was that some of what they'd said was true.I was hiding something. I was pretending. I was drowning in lies and secrets with no way out.I sank onto the edge of the bed, pressing my hands to my face. A buzzing sound pulled my attention. My burner phone, hidden in its usual spot, was vibrating.I hesitated. After our last conversation, after I'd threatened her, I wasn't sure I wanted to hear what Aunt Carla had to say.But I pulled out the phone anyway and checked the message.*I apologise for my earlier words. They were harsh and uncalled for.*I stared at the screen, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Aunt Carla never apologised without conditions.Another message came through.*However, you must understand my f

Isabella POV I woke up the next morning with the pregnancy test results still weighing on my mind. Every time I looked at Matteo, the words almost tumbled out—I'm pregnant. We're having a baby.But I couldn't say them. Not yet. Not when everything was so complicated and uncertain.Matteo knocked on my door just after breakfast. "Ready to meet Sophia?""Now?" I wasn't prepared. Hadn't had time to mentally prepare for meeting another family member who might see through me."She's in town for a few days before heading back to London. Thought we could grab lunch, let you two get acquainted." His smile was hopeful. "Unless you're not feeling up to it?""No, I'm fine. Just let me change."I pulled on a simple dress and tried to calm my nerves. Another Romano to impress. Another person to lie to about who I really was.We drove to a fancy shopping centre in the heart of the city. The kind of plaxe where the rich and weaorhy meet.Matteo led me to a café on the second floor, where a woman sa