Semua Bab The Mafia's Princess: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Isabella Lombardi froze at the school entrance, her breath catching in her throat.Standing there, as if he had stepped straight out of a dream, was Alessandro Valenti—the most popular, most desired boy in school, holding a bouquet of fresh red roses.Waiting for her.Her heart skipped.Today was her birthday… and he remembered.Just a few months ago, Alessandro hadn’t even known her name. Yet somehow, against all logic, she had caught his attention, and now, she was his girlfriend.Even now, it didn’t feel real.She knew girls like her didn’t date boys like him.“Alex really loves you,” Valeria, her best friend, whispered beside her, nudging her lightly. “You’re so lucky.”Isabella felt her cheeks warm.Lucky.That was exactly how she felt.Alessandro's lips curved into a charming smile as she approached. Without hesitation, he handed her the bouquet and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”Isabella's heart fluttered. “Thank you, Alex… I really appreciate it

Don Lorenzo Valenti stepped further into the room, his presence filling every corner of the space.The gun in his hand remained steady, aimed directly at the young woman standing before him, half-dressed, trembling… yet strangely still.“Please… don’t shoot me,” Isabella pleaded, her voice shaking. “I... I’ll do anything you want.”That made him pause.His brows lifted slightly.Anything?His gaze slowly trailed over her body.The delicate lingerie clung to her skin, leaving little to the imagination. She looked… tempting. Far too tempting.The anger that had burned inside him moments ago began to fade, replaced by something darker.Something dangerous.Lust.“Take it off,” he ordered coldly, kicking the door shut behind him.Isabella didn’t hesitate.She didn’t understand it.The fear was still there, but it was buried beneath a strange heat spreading through her body. Her pulse raced, her breath uneven.Was it the drink Valeria had given her?Why did she feel like this?Lorenzo remo

Don Lorenzo Valenti didn’t bother hiding his irritation when the door to his study opened again.His gaze lifted sharply—cold, unreadable.And there stood his son.Again.A scowl immediately formed on his face.“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Lorenzo asked, his voice edged with impatience.Alessandro remained calm, though he knew better than to test his father’s mood.“I’m on my way,” he replied quickly, stepping further into the room. “But I figured out an easier way to get the list you asked for… and I thought I should tell you first.”Lorenzo leaned back slightly in his chair, swirling the whiskey in his glass.“I’m listening.”His tone was disinterested, but his sharp eyes said otherwise.Alessandro took a breath.“I want to throw a party tonight.”Lorenzo's expression darkened instantly.“A party?” he repeated slowly. “Where?”Alessandro hesitated for only a second.“Here.”Silence.Heavy.Dangerous.Lorenzo stared at him as if trying to decide whether he was serious… or simply stu

Isabella's throat felt dry.Her heart was still racing, her pulse uneven, her thoughts tangled beyond reason.But somehow she managed to force the words out.“It’s… it’s nice to meet you, sir.”Her voice trembled despite her effort to sound composed.For a brief second, silence lingered between them.Then, Don Lorenzo stepped closer.Too close.Before she could react, his arm came around her, pulling her gently, into an embrace.The world seemed to freeze.Isabella's body stiffened instantly.His scent.That same scent.It hit her all at once. Familiar, dangerous, unforgettable.Her breath caught.Then his lips brushed near her ear, his voice dropping to a whisper meant for her alone.“Sir?” he murmured.A pause.Then, low and deliberate.“Last night… you called me daddy.”Isabella's entire body jolted.A sharp shiver ran through her, from her spine down to her fingertips.Her eyes widened in horror.Before she could even process it, she pulled away from him abruptly, almost stumbling