All Chapters of The Billionaire's Little Brother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zander’s POVWe’re at the hospital in the waiting room. Ame is in the operating room having a C-section. It’s been about two hours now. I haven’t opened the message from Isabella. I want to wait until I get home and read it in private.Nathan came into the waiting room looking like a zombie. Shit. Is something wrong? Before I could even ask, Kimmy told me to take Logan and Eliza down to the café.“I’ll text you and update,” Dante whispered and patted me on the shoulder.“Why do we have to go to the café?” Eliza questioned.“Kimmy, thought you needed a snack, Bug,” I responded. “You can have anything you want?”“Yay! Even a jelly donut this late at night?” Eliza asked.“Yes, even a jelly donut,” I chuckled.We stepped onto the elevator and headed down to the café.“Is Mum ok?” Logan leaned in and whispered to me.“I don’t know, but something is wrong with either Ame or the babies,” I sighed. “I’m waiting for a text from Dante.”“Ok, let me know as soon as you know,” Logan stated.Eliza

Isabella’s POV“There must be some kind of mistake,” I expressed. “I’m not going to wear that. It’s barely clothes.”“No, Mr. DeMarco specified this directly,” Allegra revealed.Oh, heck no, I thought to myself. I pushed past Allegra, opened the door, and headed straight to Antonio. He looked up at me with a smug look on his face.“Is there a problem, Isabella?” Antonio smirked.“Yes, I’m not wearing that,” I said, pointing back at the dressing room. “I’m not some sleazy little tart you can order around.”“Bella, I said, don’t question me,” Antonio replied. “You will do what I say.”“And I said you don’t own me yet,” I responded. “So you can forget it.”Antonio stood up and pulled me to the dressing room. Once inside, he grabbed my throat and pushed me up against the wall. He pushed up against me. Oh my gosh, is this turning him on? I can feel his manhood against my stomach.“Bella, my dear sweet Bella,” Antonio growled. “You have two choices. You either wear the clothes that are in t

Isabella’s POVAntonio grasped my hand as he led me through the main floor and up the stairs to a roped-off area. I believe it was Antonio’s private VIP area. There were several luxurious velvet couches and a few tables in the area. In front of the couches was a glass wall that permitted Antonio to look out onto the floor below.A well-dressed man in the VIP section greeted us. “Capo! Chi e questo bel pezzo di culo? Un po’ grassottello, ma sembra un cherubino scopabile.” (Who is this fine piece of ass? A little chubby, but she looks like a fuckable cherub.) Vincenzo leaned towards me and eyed me up.Antonio responded, “Morditi la lingua, Vincenzo, o te la taglio e te la do in pasto. Lei è la mia fidanzata. Ci sposeremo quando avrà 21 anni.” (Bite your tongue, Vincenzo, or I will cut it off and feed it to you. She is my fiancée. We will marry when she is 21.)Vincenzo recoiled away from me and apologized.“Do you see the power I have, Bella?” Antonio smirked. He turned away to look thr

Isabella’s POVThere was a commotion in the corner. I tried to pretend I wasn’t looking or hearing anything.“My name isn’t Isabella, Antonio!” The woman screamed as she climbed off Antonio. “It’s Naomi, you know that. How many times have you fucked me? Who’s this Isabella bitch?”“Calm down, Naomi,” Antonio called back to her as she stomped off towards the bathroom.I could hear the guys at the bar laughing as Antonio approached them.Fabio, one of Antonio’s security team, patted him on the back and said, “Provi dei sentimenti per la tua piccola mucca?” (Are you catching feelings for your little cow?)Antonio replied, “Certo che no, perché dovrei volere una mucca piccola quando posso avere tutte quelle belle puledre nella stalla?” (Of course not, why would I want a small cow when I can have all the beautiful fillies in the stable?)They all laughed and looked over at me.One of the servers came over to me and handed me a bag.“Isabella, I’m Elise. Capo Antonio would like you to go to

Isabella’s POVI stepped off the plane with a huge, gigantic smile on my face. This is the first time ever I’ve been on my own. Like, truly on my own. No relatives, no bodyguards, and thank goodness, no Antonio DeMarco. He had returned three times when I was over in Italy. The first time, I was able to fake being sick. The second time, I suggested taking Bianca out for supper to get to know her better. I could tell his anger was building because he couldn't control me. The third time he returned, I couldn’t make up an excuse, but luckily, just as we were about to leave, my Mama showed up like a guardian angel. She had apologized to Antonio and said there was a family emergency with my great zio in Rome and that I was needed. I never returned to Milan. I had written my last exam the day before. After visiting a very healthy Zio Patricio, we flew back to New York. Papa contacted Pasquel DeMarco, and Antonio was told to back off and leave me alone until the wedding, when I was 21.So, he