All Chapters of The Billionaire's Little Brother: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Isabella’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, I couldn't believe what I saw. There stood Bryanna, gun in her hand, standing over Vincento.“Don’t move, Vincento,” Bryanna purred. “Or I will shoot you somewhere more fatal.”I had already made my way to the floor to check on Antonio's leg.“Where is the first aid kit?” I asked.“In the lobby,” Antonio advised. “The front door is locked and guarded. Don’t you dare think about trying to escape.”“I won’t,” I sneered, running towards the lobby. As I passed by Bryanna, I noticed her phone in her purse, so I purposefully bumped into her and fell to the floor with her purse.“Watch it, you clumsy cow,” Bryanna shrieked.I picked up her phone and slipped it into the pocket of my pajamas. Mama had brought them to the hospital for me.“Don’t call her a cow, Bryanna, or I will cut your tongue out,” Antonio declared.I continued to the lobby. Think, Isabella, what would Bryanna use as a passcode? Think! Six digits, come on, think. She’s obsessed with Zand

Zander’s POVI make my way back to the lobby. I handed my phone to Salvatore.“Why are you giving me this?” Salvatore asked.“I need to go for a walk,” I advised. “I’m going stir crazy.”“You need to stay here,” Amelie said firmly. “Zander, you’re still recovering.”I heard a phone ringing. It’s my phone that sits in Salvatore’s hand. He looked at it puzzled, but then answered it. He looked over at me with a glare, and I ran. I ran towards the hospital's front door.“Zander, wait!” Salvatore yelled. “Don’t do something you’re going to regret. It will get you killed.”“I need to go,” I screamed back to him.I glanced back quickly, and Amelie panicked. “Zander, stop!” But it’s too late, I’m out the door and into a cab. I need to trade myself for Isabella. That’s the only way to get her out of there. I don’t care about the consequences, the pain, or the chance of death. I need to save her.I give the cab driver the address, and he takes off as Salvatore reaches the cab and bangs on the w

Isabella’s POVAntonio came hobbling out of the private room, wearing silk pajamas. He was walking a bit better and looked like he had been given some pain medication by Dr. Moretti.“Bruno, take Isabella off the cross, cuff and leash her,” Antonio demanded, as he sat on a large velvet couch. “Then bring her to me.”Bruno and another man rushed up on stage and slipped a collar around my neck, attaching a leash to it.“Stay still, Isabella,” Bruno snapped. “You’re just prolonging the inevitable by fighting.”Bruno unclasped the cuffs on my wrists and ankles from the cross and walked me down the stage to the purple velvet couch, where Antonio sat, waiting for me. He handed Antonio my leash and pushed me onto the couch.“YOU DO NOT PUSH MY WOMAN!” Antonio screamed like a maniac. Then his composure returned to normal as he turned to me. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Bind the cuffs together, Bruno.”Bruno used the clips on each cuff and joined my hands together. Bruno went to walk awa

Isabella’s POV“The truth is,” Nonna said, looking down at her hands. “The Aventini dynasty ended with Francesco Aventini.”“Nonna, what are you talking about?” Papa asked, puzzled.“When I wed Francesco, I was already pregnant,” Nonna stated. “Salvatore, your father was Paulo DeMarco’s son.”Papa swayed on his feet and put his hand to his chest. “Nonna,” he gasped. I rushed over to Papa and took him to a chair. Papa looked over at Paulo DeMarco, as did I. I never noticed his eyes before now. Staring back at me was my own. The same ocean blue eyes that belonged to my Nonno and my father.Nonna broke the silence. “You see, I couldn’t tell anyone about my pregnancy. If Francesco had found out,” Nonna said, panic in her eyes. “He would have killed the baby and me. I couldn’t risk him finding out. So, I promised myself then that I would take the truth to my grave.”I came to kneel before Nonna and took her hands in mine. “That must have been such a large burden to bear.”“It was, I became

Isabella’s POVThe pain in my stomach is overwhelming. I threw up all over the floor.“Stay calm, Isabella,” Nurse Anna insisted. “Panic won’t help the situation.”“Ok, I’ll try,” I said, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. I started taking deep breaths, but my head was spinning. People rushed in and out of my room.“Isabella, stay with me,” Nurse Anna said sharply. “Isabella!” But it was too late, my vision started going black, and I surrendered to its calmness.I blinked open my eyes, straining against the sharp light.“Mia Bella!” I heard Mama cry. “You’re awake.”“Mama?” I asked, puzzled.“Yes, Bambina?” Mama answered.“What happened?” I questioned, then it hit me, my babies! I reached down and felt my stomach. What I found had me burst into sobs, as bandages encircled my stomach. “Mia Stellina,” Papa said, grabbing my hand. “The babies are ok. You need to calm down.”“They are?” I breathed a sigh of relief. “What?”“Mia Bella, your appendix burst,” Mama advised. “They had