All Chapters of BLOODBOUND: HEIRESS OF THE MAFIA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As soon as Isabella finished eating, she drank some water, stood up, and left quickly. Throughout dinner, Princess had kept throwing cold glares at her. It wasn't that Isabella was afraid, but she felt extremely uncomfortable, which is why she rushed through her food to get out of there. Isabella closed the dining room door and looked around. She expected to see Joy standing outside, but she couldn't find anyone in the hallway, let alone Joy. She wasn't quite sure if she remembered the way back to her room, but she decided to move forward, relying on her memory from earlier. However, Isabella completely forgot that they had walked downstairs to get to the dining room. To find the bedroom, she needed to go back up, but instead, she walked further down the hallway. After turning from one corridor to another, Isabella became confused. Everywhere looked the same, and it felt like she was walking in a maze. Slowly, everything started to look unfamiliar. Finally, she came to a dead end.

"So, the usual restaurant?" Isabella asked as soon as they left the office. "What?! No!" Heaven shouted suddenly, without meaning to. Isabella jumped, startled by the outburst. "Is something wrong? Why did you react like that?" Isabella asked worriedly. "Ermm," Heaven paused and cleared her throat. "We go to that restaurant all the time. Why don't we try somewhere new this time?" Heaven didn't want to go back there. She knew Jeremie knew the place, and she wanted to avoid crossing paths with him. It was better to stay away as she didn't want to risk seeing him. "Well, even so, you didn't have to react like that," Isabella said, folding her arms. Heaven nodded in agreement. She stepped forward, took Isabella’s hand, and smiled. "Come on, I know a new restaurant that’s becoming famous for its unique food. We should see if it’s actually good." That seemed to convince Isabella. She nodded, and they started to walk away, but the bodyguard who had brought Isabella blocked thei

Isabella sat perched on the edge of the bed, her gaze following Joy’s frantic pacing. The maid’s feet drummed a restless rhythm against the floorboards. "Madam, you should have been more careful," Joy muttered, shaking her head sharply. "No... I should have warned you about the young Miss." She continued her restless trek, the constant motion blurring into a dizzying haze for Isabella. Isabella squeezed her eyes shut, trying to steady the room. "Can you please stop? You’re making my head spin." Joy snapped to a halt, nodding submissively. When Isabella opened her eyes, the anxiety radiating from the maid hadn't faded; if anything, it had deepened."Why are you so terrified?" Isabella asked softly. "It’s been confirmed that she’s fine." "Oh, no, Madam. You don’t understand. If she reports this to the Boss, the consequences will be grave. He does not joke when it comes to his sister. The last person who offended her... they simply vanished. Wiped away as if they never existed.

Isabella stared at the massive shopping mall, her mind racing. What are we doing here? she wondered. Before she could make sense of it, a guard pulled open the car door, waiting. "Go with the guards and get yourself some new clothes," Tavian said, his voice flat. Isabella blinked in surprise."Huh?" Has he really brought her here just to shop?. For a fleeting second, she wondered if she’d misjudged him—maybe there was a shred of kindness under that cold exterior. But his next words shattered that thought instantly. "I don't want you looking like a disgrace," Tavian added, his eyes never leaving the window. "You're an embarrassment like that." The small spark of hope in Isabella’s chest died. She felt a sharp sting of humiliation, her face heating up. She was a fool to think he cared. If anything, he was crueler than she imagined.She gave a stiff, silent nod. "Use your words," he snapped. Isabella swallowed hard. "Yes, Mr. Tavian," she whispered. She climbed out of the

Luis drove for almost two hours without stopping. The city lights slowly disappeared behind them as the road became darker and emptier. The smooth highways turned into cracked roads filled with potholes and abandoned buildings. Rusted streetlights flickered weakly in some places while other parts of the road were swallowed completely by darkness. Ethan sat quietly in the passenger seat, pressing one hand against his injured side. Blood had already soaked through his shirt, but he ignored the pain. His sharp eyes remained fixed on the window. The deeper they drove into the area, the worse it became. Old warehouses stood like dead giants under the night sky. Burnt cars were abandoned by the roadside, and stray dogs wandered through piles of trash. It was the kind of place people avoided even during the daytime. Finally, Luis slowed down the van and stopped in front of an old factory hidden between several broken buildings. From the outside, the factory looked completely abandoned.