《The Mafia King’s Bride; He’s danger. She’s revenge 》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

ISABELLA’S POV.I don't know how I summoned the confidence to speak up to Matteo.“Answer me!”“Did she sell me off to you?” I bombarded him with a lot of questions and instead of giving me a reply he in turn just kept mute with his eyes locked with mine.When he eventually spoke, he was still insisting that I hand over the file to him.“Matteo, I am not going to do anything you ask of me until you answer my question.”“What is all this?”“Why is it a big deal for you to just tell me the freaking truth?”“What are you hiding? What are you scared of?”“It would be best for you and me if you reduce your voice.”I moved closer to him and said, “As I said before, I'm not going to do anything you ask of me until you tell me the truth.”“That’s all you owe me. I mean, I have been obeying all your commands ever since I got here. You asked me to come to dinner with you and I did.”“I could go on and on but all you have to do now is tell me the freaking truth. You only owe me the truth, Matte

Isabella's POvThe balcony air turned sharp in my lungs. One second I was sitting there, and the next, Matteo was yelling at me to get done and then everything exploded into chaos. The gunshot split the night wide open, so loud my ears rang. My heart hammered against my ribs as I pressed myself against the wall, the rough stone scraping my palms.Footsteps thundered from inside the house. The balcony doors burst open and guards flooded out, weapons drawn, their faces hard and alert. They surrounded us in seconds, their eyes scanning the darkness beyond the balcony, searching for threats I couldn't see.Matteo's entire demeanour had changed. Gone was the man who had been standing close to me moments ago with a worried expression and tone.Now he barked orders with cold precision, his voice cutting through the confusion like a blade."Lock down the perimeter. Find whoever fired that shot. Now."The guards moved immediately, some disappearing back into the house whilst others spread o

Matteo's pov The warehouse sat on the edge of the property, far enough from the main house that screams wouldn't carry. I had been here countless times before, but tonight felt different. Tonight, the anger that drove me here was personal.My car pulled up to the building, gravel crunching under the tyres.The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the rusted metal doors. Two of my men stood guard outside, their faces grim. They straightened when they saw me approaching."He's inside," one of them reported. "Restrained and waiting."I nodded, pushing past them without a word. The man was already tied to the chair, his arms pulled behind his back, wrists bound with thick rope. His ankles were secured to the chair legs.He couldn't move more than a few centimetres in any direction.I stopped a few metres away, studying him.He was younger than I expected—maybe late twenties, early thirties. His head was shaved in a military-style buzz cut that gleamed under the lights.

Isabella's POVI stood frozen on the stairs, caught between the urge to pull away and the strange compulsion to stay exactly where I was."Why?" The word escaped before I could stop it. "Why is it off limits?"Matteo's jaw tightened. In the dim light filtering down from above, I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. His eyes, dark and unreadable, held mine with an intensity that made it hard to breathe."Because I said so.""That's not an answer.""It's the only answer you're getting." His fingers loosened slightly on my wrist, but he didn't let go. "That area is off limits, Isabella. You shouldn't even think about going there. Do you understand me?"There was something in his voice—not quite a threat, but close enough to make my skin prickle. This wasn't the man who had pulled me down when the shot rang out last night.This wasn't even the cold, controlled mafia boss I had seen in other moments.I nodded slowly. "I understand.""Good." He released my wrist and gestured up

Matteo's POV I watched Isabella retreat across my office, her chest heaving, her eyes wide with a mixture of desire and fear. The flush on her cheeks hadn't faded, and I could still see the rapid pulse at her throat where my lips had been moments ago.She had wanted it. I knew she had. The way her body had responded, the sound she had made, the way she had leaned into me, all of it confirmed what I already suspected. The attraction between us was real, whether she wanted to admit it or not.But then she pulled away.And somehow, that only made me want her more.I stayed where I was, giving her space, watching the internal war play out across her face. Most women would have melted by now. Most women would have agreed to anything I asked just for the chance to be close to me. I wasn't being arrogant, it was simply fact. Power and wealth attracted people. And I had both in abundance.Isabella was different.She challenged me at every turn. She questioned every decision, fought every