جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

The drive felt longer than it actually was.Not because of distance, but because of the silence.Isabella sat beside him, her hands folded tightly in her lap, her thoughts racing faster than the car cutting through the quiet streets.She had no idea where he was taking her.And yet, she hadn’t asked him to stop.That alone unsettled her.The city gradually faded behind them.Its noise, its chaos, its crowded energy, replaced by something calmer.More secluded.By the time Lorenzo finally slowed the car, Isabella noticed something immediately.This place he had brought her to, felt hidden.The road was lined with tall trees, their branches forming a natural canopy overhead. The houses here were spaced far apart.Private, distant, almost secretive.Lorenzo turned into a driveway.The gates opened automatically.And then she saw it.A house.Beautiful.Elegant.But not in the loud, extravagant way she had seen at the Valenti mansion.This one was different.It felt…peaceful.Warm.Almost

The air in the bedroom had shifted to something heavy.Something dangerous.Isabella could feel it in the way her breath had changed.In the way her heart refused to slow down.In the way Lorenzo was looking at her.Like she was the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment.And that terrified her, because a part of her…liked it.Too much.Don Lorenzo stood close, too close.His presence wrapping around her like an invisible force she couldn’t escape. His hand was still resting lightly on her waist, as if he hadn’t quite decided whether to pull her closer… or let her go.But Isabella knew, if he pulled her again she might not have the strength to resist.And that thought alone made her chest tighten.“I shouldn’t be here…” she whispered, her voice barely steady.Lorenzo didn’t move.Didn’t step back.Instead, his gaze softened just slightly, though the intensity never left his eyes.“Where else would you want to be right now?” he asked quietly.Isabella shook her head quick

Alessandro Valenti was not used to waiting.He especially wasn’t used to being ignored.Yet here he was, pacing back and forth across his bedroom like a caged animal, his jaw tight, his hands running through his hair in frustration.Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.The clock on the wall seemed louder than usual, mocking him with every passing second.His phone lay silent on the bed.Isabella hadn’t called back.Hadn’t texted.Hadn’t done anything.And that alone was enough to irritate him beyond reason.“What is her problem?” he muttered under his breath, stopping abruptly in front of the mirror.He stared at his reflection.Perfect hair.Sharp features.Wealthy background.Confidence carved into his expression.Girls usually fell over themselves just to get his attention.They chased him.Not the other way around.So why was Isabella different?Why was she so difficult?His jaw tightened.“I don’t chase,” he said quietly to himself.But lately it felt like he was doing exactly that.And he ha

Isabella Lombardi stood in front of her mirror for what felt like the hundredth time.And still, she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.The girl staring back at her didn’t look like her.Not the quiet, reserved Isabella everyone at school knew.Not the girl who preferred simple dresses and soft colors.Not the girl who had once been too shy to even hold Alessandro's hand in public.This version of her?She looked… dangerously bold.Her fingers slowly trailed over the fabric of the outfit Valeria had sent earlier that afternoon.A rabbit costume.But not the playful, childish kind.No.This one was fitted.Too fitted.The soft material clung to her curves in a way that made her hyper-aware of her own body. The onesie hugged her waist, her hips, outlining every detail she wasn’t used to displaying.The neckline dipped just enough to feel inappropriate… yet deliberate.The sleeves stopped just above her wrists, while the shorts cut high enough to expose more of her thighs than s

Don Lorenzo Valenti's study, was partially dark, with low lighting. He stood by the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his gaze fixed on the night outside.But his mind?There was nothing still about it.Isabella Lombardi.She had been on his mind far more than he cared to admit.More than was acceptable.More than was wise.His grip tightened slightly around the glass.He hadn’t reached out to her.Not once.Not after that day.Not after she stopped him.His jaw flexed.It wasn’t rejection that bothered him.No.It was something else.Something deeper.Something he couldn’t ignore.The way she looked at him.The way she responded to him.Even when she tried not to.Even when she fought it.Lorenzo exhaled slowly.“She’s still with him…” he muttered under his breath.The thought alone was enough to darken his expression.His son.Alessandro.The very idea of them together now felt…Wrong.Unacceptable.His fingers tapped lightly against the glass.“She should’ve ended it already.