All Chapters of The Don's Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

IsabellaIsabella sat in the harsh fluorescent light of the hospital waiting room, her emerald gown stained with Dante's blood, her hands still shaking three hours after the attack. Sofia slept fitfully against her shoulder, exhausted from terror and shock. Around them, FBI agents stood guard while federal prosecutors prepared questions neither sister was ready to answer."Mrs. Valentino?" A doctor appeared, his scrubs spotted with blood. "Your husband is out of surgery. The bullet missed his heart by two inches, but there was significant damage. He's stable, but…." He paused. "He's asking for you. Only you. He won't let us sedate him until he sees you."Isabella stood carefully, easing Sofia onto the plastic chair. "Stay here. Lorenzo will watch you."Lorenzo nodded from his position nearby, his own shoulder freshly bandaged, his sharp hazel eyes alert despite his injuries. "She's safe, Mrs. Valentino. Go see the boss."The doctor led Isabella through sterile corridors to a private r

IsabellaIsabella stared at Catalina's message demanding ten million dollars in exchange for the antidote that could save Dante's life. Around her, medical staff worked frantically, but she could see in their desperate movements that they were losing him. The heart monitor's erratic beeping grew weaker with each passing second."Transfer the money," Sofia urged, her wide innocent brown eyes filled with tears. "Bella, just do it. We can figure everything else out later but right now….""If I transfer it, Catalina wins," Isabella said, though her hands shook violently over her phone. "She gets the money and disappears. And what's to stop her from lying? From letting Dante die anyway?""What's to stop her from telling the truth and saving him?" Sofia challenged. "Bella, I know you want justice. I know you want to punish her for everything. But is that worth Dante's life? Is it worth…..""Mrs. Valentino, we're losing him," a doctor interrupted, his voice urgent. "His heart rate is droppin

IsabellaIsabella sat in the back of an FBI van outside Bella Notte, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, watching crime scene investigators swarm through the restaurant that had been her family's legacy. Catalina's body was being photographed, documented, and removed. The place where Isabella's mother had cooked, where her father had welcomed guests, where she'd built a life from ruins—now it was a crime scene."Mrs. Valentino?" Agent Morrison slid into the seat beside her, her expression professional but not unkind. "I need to take your statement. About what happened here. About Catalina's death. About….about everything.""Sofia shot her," Isabella said, her voice hollow. "In self-defense. Catalina was going to kill us. Sofia saved our lives.""I know," Morrison said gently. "We have the recording from Catalina's phone. We have witness testimony from your husband, from Marco, from you. Sofia's not being charged. This was clearly self-defense. But Isabella…." She paused. "We need

IsabellaIsabella stared at the photo of Catalina—alive, smiling, triumphant—while federal agents processed Marco and chaos swirled around them. Her hands shook so violently she nearly dropped the phone."Dante," she whispered, showing him the message. "Dante, she's alive. Catalina's……she's alive."Dante's steel-gray eyes went cold as he read the message, his powerful frame tensing with barely controlled rage. "That's impossible. Sofia shot her. Three times. We saw her fall. We saw…..""We saw what she wanted us to see," Isabella interrupted, realization crashing over her. "The body. The blood. The ... .oh God, Dante. What if it wasn't her? What if she had someone else wear her clothes? What if……""What if she planned her own death from the beginning," Dante finished grimly. He turned to Agent Morrison who was coordinating with crime scene investigators. "Morrison. The body you're processing. Check the ID. Check everything. I think……" He showed her the phone. "I think Catalina Russo

IsabellaIsabella sat in the hospital cafeteria at seven in the morning, both hands wrapped around a cup of tea she wasn't drinking, watching the world pretend to be normal outside the window. People walked past with coffee cups and briefcases, completely unaware that twelve hours ago, the Manhattan ballroom had been a war zone.Sofia sat across from her, their mother's locket clutched in her fingers, her lighter brown hair still disheveled from the night's chaos. She hadn't spoken in twenty minutes. Neither had Isabella."I killed someone," Sofia said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean…..Catalina was already dead….but I didn't know that. I pulled the trigger thinking I was….""Saving my life," Isabella interrupted gently. "Which you were. Which you did. Sofia, you were brave and quick and….""I'm pre-med," Sofia interrupted. "I'm supposed to save lives. Not—not end them. And I know Catalina deserved it. I know she was a monster. But Bella….." Her wide innocent brown