All Chapters of Shadows of Forbidden Desire-I slept with my mafia bro in-law: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sunlight poked through those thick curtains, hitting the messed-up sheets with a warm light. Isabella Moretti shifted, her whole body sore in ways that screamed last night wasn't a dream. Her skin still buzzed from where he'd touched her. Those firm hands exploring every bit of her like he owned it. She blinked hard, her head throbbing from all that champagne and the mess she'd gotten into.Where was this place? It reeked of wealth: high ceilings, marble bits showing under scattered clothes, and that killer view of Milan only the super wealthy got. Not Lorenzo's cold house that felt like a trap. This spot? Too cozy, too fancy for a random hotel. Some rich guy's hideout, maybe. Her stomach dropped as bits of the night came rushing back.It began at that fancy masked club, tucked away in Milan's fashion area. The spot where big shots hid behind masks and low lights to let loose. She'd gone by herself, sick of her life closing in. Three years stuck with Lorenzo Bianchi, the billionaire C

Isabella spent the afternoon wandering the house like a ghost, picking at lunch she didn't want and avoiding Lorenzo's office. The invitation for the gala sat on the counter, all fancy with its gold edges—on his yacht tonight, family and business mixed like always. She finally headed upstairs to get ready, flipping through dresses in the closet. Nothing felt right. Ended up with a black one, sleek but safe, the kind that wouldn't draw eyes. As she zipped it up, her mind slipped back to that red dress from the club, how it had felt against her skin when his hands pushed it higher.That thought alone made her pause, a warm flush creeping up. The way his breath had been on her neck, hot and steady, like he was savoring her. She shook it off, but the ache lingered, low and annoying. Why couldn't she just forget? It was one stupid night. But her body remembered everything—his fingers teasing slow, building her up till she couldn't think straight.Lorenzo was downstairs when she came down,

Isabella slipped back into Lorenzo's circle just as he wrapped up another handshake, his face all smug from whatever deal he'd closed. He threw his arm around her shoulders again, pulling her close like she was part of the victory. "There you are," he said, not really looking at her, more for the guys still hanging around. "We were talking about the new acquisition. Game changer." The tycoons nodded, murmuring agreement, but she could tell a couple were glancing past him, eyes flicking nervous toward the shadows where Dante stood.She forced a smile, nodding along while her mind raced. Dante. Lorenzo's step-brother. The name had clicked hard when he'd whispered it, all those family whispers flooding back. The one who handled the "other side" of things, the mafia ties everyone pretended not to see. Lorenzo always got tense mentioning him, changing the subject quick. And now? The guy who'd had her screaming in pleasure that night was him. Her body still hummed from his touch on the danc

Giulia's question hung in the lobby, light on the surface and sharp underneath. Isabella held her stare and kept her voice even. "Lovely, thanks. Lorenzo did most of the talking.""He usually does." Giulia's eyes slid down and back up, cataloguing something. "You look flushed. Long lunch?"Heat crawled up Isabella's neck, and she hated that it showed. "The wine must have gone straight to my head. I should find Lorenzo, he has calls all afternoon."She walked past the secretary toward the elevator bank, where Lorenzo stood scrolling through messages. He barely looked up when she reached him. "We're heading back to the estate," he said, already moving toward the doors. "Vincenzo wants dinner Thursday. You'll need something appropriate to wear.""Of course," she said, falling into step beside him.The car ride home passed mostly in silence, broken only by the tap of Lorenzo's thumb against his phone screen. Isabella watched Milan slide past the window in blurred gold and gray, her mind c

Isabella barely slept, Lorenzo's words about the villa circling her mind until the sky outside turned gray. By the time she came downstairs, he was already gone, off to the office before dawn the way he did whenever a deal needed babysitting. Maria set coffee in front of her without a word, worry still etched into the older woman's face from the night before. A car idled in the driveway when Isabella looked out the window, a black sedan she didn't recognize, a driver in a dark suit leaning against the hood scrolling through his phone, unhurried, like he had nowhere else to be all day. Maria followed her gaze. "That's Renzo. Mr. Lorenzo hired him this morning. Says he's your driver now." "My driver, or my warden?" she asked, already knowing which answer felt closer to true. Maria didn't answer, which was answer enough. Isabella watched Renzo through the window a moment longer, the way he stood, weight balanced, eyes scanning the street even while his thumb moved over his phone s