All Chapters of The Don's Obsession: His One True Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Three months later, in Vorema, the shutters of the seaside villa rattled softly in the wind. Sunlight fell across the white tile floor, bright enough to be almost blinding.When Isabella walked out of the psychiatrist's office, she was in a far better state than she had been three months ago.The psychiatrist, Tommaso Zanetti, handed her the latest evaluation report and said gently, "You're recovering well. We can keep tapering down the dosage. Just remember—the bad times will pass. What lies ahead of you is a bright future."Isabella took the report and nodded lightly.Of course she knew that. From the moment she had jumped into the sea, the Isabella who had only ever revolved around Enzo was already dead.What lived on now was the Principessa of the Rossi family, someone who had nearly been destroyed but had ultimately picked herself back up.In a daze, she caught a glimpse of a small figure out of the corner of her eye. It darted past, stopped at the end of the corridor, then

The rain in Vorema wasn't heavy, leaving only the faintest traces of dampness on the cobblestone streets.When Isabella emerged from the foundation building, Luca was already leaning against the car, waiting for her.He wore a dark grey overcoat today, and a few raindrops that he couldn't be bothered to brush off settled on his shoulders.Seeing her come out, he casually tilted the umbrella in her direction."Is the meeting finished?""Yeah." Isabella took the folder. "The family's pharmaceutical supply lines and cold chain shipping are already up and running. There's only one final joint board meeting left to deal with in Millbrook."Luca glanced at her. "You don't look like someone who just wants to attend a meeting."Isabella smiled but didn't deny it.Of course, it wasn't just about meeting.That meeting would decide the fate of several clean business sectors the Rossi family had invested in back then—shipping, cold chain, pharmaceutical warehouses, and several registered

The night Sofia disappeared, the surveillance system at the Indie Island villa went dark for exactly seven minutes.Seven minutes later, the back door of the courtyard was open. Of the two Soldati assigned to guard her, one had been knocked unconscious, and the other had been taken down with a stun gun.By the time the word reached Enzo, Sofia was already gone.He stood in his study, staring at the smashed surveillance console on the floor. His expression was as dark and ominous as the sea before a storm."Who was on duty?" he asked.The moment his butler, Lorenzo Rinaldi, reported the names, Enzo hurled the wine glass in his hand. It flew past Lorenzo's temple and shattered against the wall."Lock those two worthless pieces of trash in the basement. They don't come out until Sofia is found."No one dared make a sound.Just then, Daniele strode in quickly and placed the latest intel in front of Enzo."Don Caro, there's trouble at Springstead Pier Six. Someone got there first a

After Enzo moved back to the old estate, the whole place fell eerily silent, as if it had been hollowed out.There were no Soldati coming and going, no conference room lit all night, and no hysterical cries from Sofia. There was only him alone, and a house full of old memories.The night Isabella arranged to meet him, he sat alone in the living room, waiting for a very long time.On the table sat an unopened bottle of Cantele red wine, the one Isabella had said many years ago was the most fitting for their wedding anniversary. But in the seven years that followed, she had never once gotten to open it.When the doorbell rang, Enzo rose almost instantly.However, when the door opened, Isabella didn't step inside. She stood outside in a long trench coat, the night and drifting rain behind her.Luca hadn't come with her. It was just her alone.That stung even more. She didn't need backup to face him now, because she simply wasn't afraid of him anymore."Let's talk inside," Enzo

The morning sunlight fell upon the white stone path outside the estate, and the shadows of the olive trees stretched long and thin.Isabella walked through the open-air corridor, holding the newly signed project documents.The new port, jointly developed by the Rossi and Morelli families, was officially in operation. On top of that, the shipping routes that the Caro family had once controlled were being reshuffled and redistributed.The legitimate holdings the Rossi family had pried loose from the Caro family were finally disentangled from the mess of old books and folded back into the shipping, pharmaceutical, and cold chain operations.Isabella spent that year in a blur of work. But it was also the year she finally scraped the blood and debts of the past clean from her life.When she reached the garden, Elvira was there with several kids, feeding the pigeons. They were young ones from the family's branch lines, all of them quite small and rowdy.The moment they spotted Isabella