Semua Bab The Don's Obsession : Bab 51 - Bab 57

IsabellaIsabella stood on the penthouse balcony at midnight, the city glittering below like fallen stars, trying to memorize this moment. In less than twelve hours, the annual Valentino charity gala would begin. Antonio would make his move. Everything they'd planned, everything they'd risked—it would all culminate in one violent, desperate night.And she might lose everything."You're thinking too loud," Dante's voice came from behind her, rough and familiar. His powerful arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. "I can hear it from inside.""I'm scared," Isabella admitted, her hands covering his. "Terrified, actually. What if something goes wrong? What if Antonio….""He won't," Dante interrupted, his lips finding her temple. "Marco has fifty men positioned. The FBI has backup teams. We've planned for every contingency. Sofia's safe at the compound with Lorenzo. You're going to be protected every second.""That's what scares me," Isabella said quietly. "Not m

IsabellaIsabella stared at the video link Antonio had sent, her finger hovering over it while Marco's men surrounded her and Dante in the kitchen. Every instinct screamed not to click it, not to see whatever horror Antonio had prepared."Don't open it," Dante said quietly, his hand covering hers on the phone. "That's what he wants. He wants you traumatized before the gala. Wants you broken and desperate. Don't give him that power.""But Sofia….""Is alive," Marco interrupted, his warm hazel eyes serious as he moved closer. "Boss, we traced the video link. It's not live. It's pre-recorded from two hours ago. And the location metadata…" He pulled up his tablet. "It's the old Carbone warehouse in Red Hook. We have teams moving there now.""Two hours ago?" Isabella's voice shook. "Then she could already be…..""She's not," Marco said firmly. "Antonio needs leverage. He needs Sofia alive to control you at the gala. Killing her before then eliminates his power over you. He's bluffing, Isa

IsabellaIsabella sat in the back of Dante's armored SUV as they raced toward what remained of the estate, her mind spinning with Catalina's threat. Three hours until the gala. Three hours until every secret she'd kept, every plan she'd made behind Dante's back, would be exposed in front of hundreds of witnesses."We need to cancel," she said, breaking the tense silence. "The gala. We need to cancel it, Dante. Catalina's planning something catastrophic. She has recordings of…." She cut herself off, barely catching the confession before it spilled out."Recordings of what?" Dante asked, his steel-gray eyes sharp despite the exhaustion evident in his powerful frame. "Isabella, what does Catalina have?""I don't know," she lied, the words tasting like ash. "But if she's threatening to reveal things at the gala, if she has some kind of….of evidence against us….""Then we face it," Dante said firmly. "We don't run from threats. We don't hide from enemies. We show up, we fight, and we surviv