Semua Bab The Mafia King’s Bride; He’s danger. She’s revenge : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Isabella's POV The phone kept ringing, Caroline's name lighting up the screen.Matteo stared at it like it was a bomb about to detonate, his jaw tight, his expression torn.The silence at the table grew heavier. The don watched his son with calculating eyes. Vincenzo's gaze moved between Matteo and the phone with barely concealed interest."Are you going to answer that?" I asked quietly."I don't think I should." Matteo's voice was strained. "Not with everything that's happening.""It might be important.""Or it might be exactly what we don't need right now." But even as he said it, the phone stopped ringing, only to immediately start again.Caroline was persistent. Whatever she wanted, she wasn't going to give up easily."Answer it," I insisted. "At least find out what she wants. You can always hang up if it's something you can't deal with."Matteo looked at me, then at his father, who gave a slight nod. He picked up the phone and answered, putting it on speaker so we could all he

Isabella's POV I stood in the fitting room doorway, staring at the three women who had just used my name. My mind raced through possibilities—who were they, how did they know me, what did they want?"I'm sorry," I managed. "Do I know you?"The woman in the centre, tall with dark hair pulled into an elegant twist, smiled. "Not yet. But we know who you are. Isabella. Or soon to be Romano, anyway.""How did you—""Everyone in our world knows about Matteo's engagement," another woman interrupted, this one blonde with sharp eyes. "It was quite the event. At least until those men started shooting."The third woman, shorter with auburn hair, stepped forward. "We're being rude. I'm Rosa, this is Elena," she gestured to the dark-haired woman, "and this is Sophia." The blonde gave a small nod."Nice to meet you," I replied carefully, still not understanding what they wanted."We were wondering if you'd join us for tea," Rosa continued. "There's a private lounge upstairs. It's much more comfor

Isabella's POV The phone slipped from my fingers before I could catch it. It clattered against the desk, the sound impossibly loud in the sudden silence."Isabella." Matteo's voice cut through the air like a blade. "You shouldn't be reading my messages."I looked up to find him standing in the doorway, Marco behind him. Both men were staring at me, but I only saw Matteo. Only saw the way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes went cold."I wasn't...I didn't mean to —" The words tangled in my throat. My hands were shaking again, worse than before. "Your phone was just there, and the notification —""That doesn't give you the right to look at my private conversations."His tone was sharp. The kind of voice he used when he was truly angry but trying not to show it.Something snapped inside me. All the fear from earlier, all the confusion and secrets and lies, it came rushing up, hot and furious."What does Caroline mean?" I demanded. "Are you ready to ditch her? What is she talking abou

Isabella's POV I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. My entire body had locked up the moment I saw that gun.Caroline stood there, smiling like we were discussing the weather, not my potential murder. The gun was small but deadly, held steady in her perfectly manicured hand. She looked so calm. So confident.How could someone look like that whilst threatening to kill another person?"Use your senses, Caroline." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Even if you shoot me, Matteo and his family would seek revenge. You'd be dead within a day."Her laugh was light, almost musical. She took a step closer, and I forced myself not to back away."Would they though?" She tilted her head, studying me. "Because once they find out what you really are, I don't think they'll care much about avenging you."My stomach dropped. "What are you talking about?""Don't play stupid, Isabella. It doesn't suit you." Another step closer. The gun never wavered. "I know what you are. A mole. A spy sent to dest

Isabella's POV A second woman. The elders playing into rumours they made.The words echoed in my head, but I didn't have time to process them. The hallway had gone completely silent.Too silent.My heart hammered against my ribs. They knew. Somehow, they knew someone was listening.I heard movement inside the room. Quick footsteps heading towards the door.I looked around frantically. There was a alcove a few metres down the corridor, barely deep enough to hide in but it was all I had. I ran for it, pressing myself into the shadows just as Vincenzo's door swung fully open.From my hiding spot, I watched him step out into the hallway. He looked left, then right, his eyes scanning every corner. His jaw was tight, his posture alert.He knew someone had been there. He could probably sense it.I held my breath, not daring to move. If he found me now, after everything I'd heard —"Anything?" Valentina's voice asked from the other end."No." Vincenzo's response was clipped. "But I could h