Semua Bab The Mafia Boss's Estranged Wife. : Bab 1 - Bab 9

Two nights later, Isabella stood in front of Sofia’s mirror, just staring. The figure in the glass nearly resembled a person she didn’t recognize, it was merely a female figure wearing a navy blue gown, uncomplicated yet graceful, nothing flashy. She had deliberately selected the dress, something meant to blend in; professional and muted not to catch the eye.Tonight wasn't about putting on a show, it was about getting the job done and then exiting silently. All the same, nervousness churned in her belly and had not released its grip since sunrise.“Girl, you look like you’re on your way to your own funeral.” Sofia stood in the doorway as she observed her with her arms folded.“Is it that obvious?” Isabella asked, making an effort to smile.“You appear pale.”“I’m fine.”Sofia refused to buy it. “Bella.”“I said I’m fine,” Isabella repeated, a bit softer. But honestly, she didn’t know what emotions she had. Could it be fear? Maybe. Or perhaps something older, that lingering ache she b

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime and for a second, Isabella simply stood there, her breath shallow, her mind trying to process all that had happened. The guards waited silently and unyielding behind her, their presence pressing against her back like a warning.She stepped out slowly. The hallway beyond was nothing like the noise and glamour of the gala downstairs. It was quiet, dimly lit and private. The kind of place where decisions were made and secrets buried.At the far end, a set of double doors stood open and inside…Lorenzo De Luca was waiting.He stood by the window with his back to her, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other rested lightly against the glass. From this height, the entire city of Milan stretched beneath him, glittering and alive.The guards released her and stepped back, the doors closing after them with a soft click. The sound echoed louder than it should have, sealing her in.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Isabella wrapped her arm

Way before Isabella was dragged back into Lorenzo De Luca’s world, the illusion of her safety had already begun to quietly crack in subtle ways she didn’t immediately recognize. For all the years Isabella had lived as Elena Rossi, and had made sure of one thing which was to remain invisible.Isabella had moved around carefully making sure not to stay in one place for too long, never forming connections that could be traced and most importantly; to never do anything to draw attention to herself or her son, Matteo. She enrolled him in a small, discreet private daycare and made sure to give them strict instructions that no visitors were allowed to access her son without her permissiom, no personal information must be shared and no other forms of deviations from routine. To Isabella, that was safe and controlled enough but in her world, safety was always temporary and what she didn’t know was that she had been watched for weeks. It had started with something small; a man that always sat

The city didn’t sleep, it watched from the rooftops and tinted windows, from silent cameras mounted where no one thought to look Milan pulsed with quiet surveillance. And tonight, somewhere beneath that glittering surface, a war had just begun.Inside a dimly lit apartment across the city, Sofia leaned back in her chair, her eyes were fixed on the glowing screens in front of her. There were six monitors positioned in different angles.The screen was lined up with traffic cams, street feeds and private security grids she definitely wasn’t supposed to have access to. Her fingers moved lazily across the keyboard, but her eyes were sharp and focused.“Come on…” she muttered under her breath.A grainy image sharpened on one of the screens. It was a black SUV with no plates of course. “Amateurs.” Sofia smirked faintly.Her fingers moved faster now, pulling up adjacent feeds and tracking the vehicle’s movement across multiple cameras. It had appeared twenty-three minutes ago outside Matteo’