บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Little Brother: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Isabella’s POVI kept taking little sneaky glances at Zander during dinner. The best thing, though, was that I felt like he was trying to look at me in secret as well. Isabella, stop talking nonsense to yourself. You and Zander are just friends. However, he did try to hold my hand at the pool. Maybe there is something there. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.After supper, all the kids were taken upstairs to the suites — one for the girls and one for the boys. I think, honestly, Zander gets the better end of the stick in this case. Marco is 13 years old, and Logan is 14 years old. They are practically self-sufficient. Meanwhile, I’m over here with Marcella, who is 7 years old, and Eliza, who is 6 years old (she has mentioned her birthday was this month, four times already). Or as I like to call them, shrieker and squealer. Man, are they loud! I wish my bedroom weren’t next to theirs - yes, two of them are in the same bedroom. I’ll need to find earplugs. Thank goodness that they

Isabella’s POVI hardly slept last night. I was so excited to spend part of the day exploring with Zander, but first I needed to survive a pedicure and manicure appointment with shrieker and squealer.“Bella,” Mama said. “What color do you think your Papa would like?”“I really like the coral color, very tropical and appropriate for here,” I commented.“Coral it is. What color are you doing?” Mama asked.I already knew. Zander had said he liked Caribbean blue, so I pulled up the color on my phone and asked the nail technician if she had a color similar to it. Arlene, the nail technician, said she could match it exactly.“I’m going blue, like the sea,” I replied.“I love it, mia Bella,” Mama gushed.I hope Zander will love it too.“I want the same color as Bella, Mama,” Marcella announced.“Are you sure, Celly?” Mama questioned.“Yes, absolutely,” my sister nodded.“I’m having pink, because I’m a princess and princesses always wear pink,” Eliza declared matter-of-factly.“Then I want p

Isabella’s POVI am floating on Cloud number nine. I got my first kiss today from the man of my dreams. I always hoped for someone so kind, loving, and sweet for my first kiss. Zander treats me like I’m the most precious thing ever. Sigh. The reality is, though, I’m destined for evil incarnate. Antonio DeMarco will rip my world apart. I’m so glad the kiss on my wedding day with Antonio won’t be my first kiss. Gosh, if he knew I kissed Zander, he would torture him to death. We need to keep this a secret.“Zander,” I said, stopping to look at him. “We need to keep this a secret. From everyone.”“I know,” Zander replied.“No, I mean…” I said, then I started to tear up.“Izzy, don’t cry. What’s wrong?” Zander said, taking my face in his hands and wiping away the tears.“Zander, you don’t understand the mafia,” I advised. “If Antonio DeMarco found out you touched me… He’d slowly torture you to death even though he doesn't have feelings for me. You’d suffer unimaginable pain.”“Izzy, you’re

Isabella’s POVZander: Izzy, are you there?Isabella: YesI responded through streaming tears.Zander: Are you ok?Isabella: NoZander: Can you go out on the balcony?Isabella: I don’t want to chance it. I think my Papa is going to come talk to me soon.Zander: Oh, ok. Don’t worry, baby. We will be together.Isabella: We can’t. I don’t want to break your heart, but we need to stop this.Zander: Don’t say that, Izzy.Isabella: I’m sorry, Zander. Goodbye.I blocked him. It broke my heart, but better a broken heart than dead. I cried myself to sleep.The next morning, I was awakened by Mama pulling off my sheets.“Ok, Bella,” Mama stated. “Out of bed.”“No,” I mumbled and covered my head with my pillow. “Leave me alone.”“Bella, I know what happened last night,” Mama said, sitting on my bed. “Your Papa is a testa di cazzo (dickhead).”“Mama!” I giggled.“What? He is,” Mama declared. “He got very lucky marrying me because I am the love of his life. There is no fucking way I’m letting you

Three and a half months laterIsabella’s POV“Happy Birthday!” My entire family screamed as they entered my bedroom. I rolled over and looked at my phone. It’s 8:31 am. You think they would at least let me sleep in on my birthday. Nope. It’s the same thing every year. They all come in, first thing in the morning. Mama cries, saying how I made her a mom at 8:31 am on this day, and how I’ve grown so much. Papa complains I’m growing too fast. Marco tells me I’m an old lady, and Marcella asks if she can have my old clothes after Mama takes me shopping.“Nonna wasn’t feeling well this morning,” Papa told me. “She wants you to come to her room.”I jumped out of bed. “Why didn’t you tell me that in the first place?” I asked and pushed my way through them to head to Nonna’s room.She is my favorite person by far. Well… except for Zander. After our vacation with the Michaels family, Papa gave me a new phone. He wasn’t fooling me. He’s monitoring my messages. I can no longer talk to ‘Zara’ on m