The Donna's Last Intel のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I sometimes wonder if there's a limit to a person's self-debasement. I'm a prime example.All those years ago, for a man who simply held an umbrella for me in the rain, I threw away an Ivy League education and a clean future, diving headfirst into a dark world I could never wash clean.The Vincenzo back then wasn't the ruthless man he is today.He would play jazz for me all night by the Hudson, get down on one knee, and swear I was the only thing he believed in.The family elders looked down on me at first, mocking my humble origins and my ignorance of the underworld's rules.Without a word, Vincenzo slapped a loaded Beretta on the table.He even endured a whipping from the old Don that left him bloody and raw, but he never backed down.I believed in those sincere, grey eyes.To help him clean house within the family, I gambled with my career, single-handedly building the impregnable intelligence network we have today.But all it took was one pout from Amelia, and he never chose me.I'

I threw my weight against the heavy, carved ballroom doors, slamming them open.The tremendous crash silenced the symphony inside.I was soaked to the bone, my hair plastered to my face. Hundreds of pairs of eyes bored into me.On the stage, Vincenzo was holding the obsidian key that symbolized control over the entire network, about to hand it to a lavishly dressed Amelia.At the sight of me, looking like a ghost, Vincenzo's hand froze mid-air.Then, a confident smirk played on his lips.He thought I'd come back to apologize, that I couldn't survive without his protection and without the support of the intel network, so I had come crawling back.But this time, he was wrong.I charged onto the stage, ignoring everyone's scornful glares."Amelia! Did you touch my archives?!"My voice was a raw, broken thing.The guests began to whisper amongst themselves.Vincenzo's face darkened. He shot out an arm and clamped his hand around my wrist."Isabella, what is this madness? Don't make a scene

Vincenzo felt as if he were in hell.The body on the stretcher was a shrunken, charred husk, barely human, like a burnt log.His Isabella was tall, elegant. She was not this blackened thing.Just two days ago, she was petulantly telling him she wanted to leave the family.Just a few hours ago, she was at the gala in a rage, trying to strangle Amelia.And now, she was a pile of ash?"Isabella..."The man tried to tear through the police tape, to touch the charred remains, but two bodyguards held him back."Don! The scene isn't secure! You can't go over there!"Vincenzo collapsed against the ruined wall, his strength gone."No! this is impossible!""She's too smart! How could she die?!"For all these years, Isabella had been his most perfect trophy, his sharpest blade.He vaguely remembered the first time he saw her.It was an Ivy League debate tournament. She was the undisputed queen of the stage—confident, proud, radiant.Later, for him, she sheathed her brilliance, settling for the ro

When the blast wave from the explosion hit, I didn't feel any pain.Because a second before, a pair of strong arms reached out from the shadows and yanked me away from death's door.It was Julian Falcone.Though I'd been saved, the first thing I did when I woke up was stare at the security footage.On the screen, Archive One was being devoured by flames. The servers that held ten years of my life's work were turning into a pile of scrap metal.My heart, along with those top-secret files, shattered into dust.Julian turned off the screen and handed me a glass of water. "Rest, Bella. This is a Falcone safe house. Vincenzo won't find you here."For the next three days, I slept like the dead.I didn't want to wake up.I didn't want to face the man who had allowed my entire life to be destroyed for his so-called "childhood friend."On the morning of the fourth day, I washed my face and looked at my pale, yet still striking, reflection in the mirror.That fire had killed the Isabella De Luca

To escape Vincenzo's frantic search, I moved into the Falcone family's estate on Long Island.It was heavily guarded. Not even the Don of the De Luca family would dare to force his way in.Two days later, Vincenzo had Amelia taken to an abandoned warehouse at the docks.Through the surveillance feed Julian provided, I sat in front of the screen and coldly watched everything unfold.On the screen, Amelia was tied to a chair, her hair disheveled, her face streaked with dirt and tears.She was still screaming defiantly:"Vince won't kill me! I'm his only family! He loves me the most!""I did it for the family! That bitch Isabella is the real traitor!"With a bang, Vincenzo kicked open the warehouse door, a black trench coat wrapped around him, radiating a chilling intent.He didn't even glance at Amelia. He walked straight up to her and slapped her.It was vicious.Blood seeped from the corner of Amelia's mouth, and she toppled over, still tied to the chair."Vince... I was framed..."Vin