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All Chapters of The Mafia's Princess: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Seventy One

The moment Lorenzo's lips met hers, every thought inside Isabella's head scattered.The anger.The doubt.The fear.For one stolen moment, all of it disappeared.Only him remained.Only Lorenzo.His hands settled firmly at her waist, drawing her closer as though the distance between them had become unbearable.Isabella's fingers instinctively gripped the front of his shirt.The kiss deepened.Not rushed.Not reckless.But filled with everything neither of them had been able to put into words.The frustration.The longing.The sleepless nights.The constant fear of losing one another."I want to be inside you..." he whispered into her ears, and then spun her around until she was facing the desk.Isabella could feel her inside get hot and moist, as he bends her over the desk.She wanted him too.She doubts they would ever be a time she would be able to resist him.Soon she felt her dress lifted up and puddled around her waist.Then the sound of his zipper came next.The anticipation thr

Seventy Two

Alessandro stood frozen outside the study door.His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.Every word he had overheard replayed inside his head.Every confession.Every promise.Every look he imagined passing between them.His father had done it again.Somehow.Some way.Lorenzo Valenti had managed to pull Aurelia back to his side.Alessandro's jaw tightened.He thought he had successfully planted doubts.Carefully fed her fears.Carefully widened the cracks.And for a moment, he had genuinely believed it was working.Isabella had questioned Lorenzo.She had confronted him.She had wanted answers.But somehow the old man had twisted everything around.Bent her over...Had sex with her...And now she believes him again.Now she trusted him again.The realization burned.Jealousy was beginning to consume him.Isabella had once looked at him that way.Trusted him.Believed in him.Was even ready to give herself to him.Now she looked at Lorenzo that way.His father.The tho

Seventy Three

The warehouse remained deathly silent.Nobody moved.Nobody breathed.The barrel of Lorenzo's pistol remained pressed against Luca's forehead.One twitch.One mistake.One wrong answer.And years of loyalty would end with a bullet.Luca could feel the sweat gathering at the back of his neck.Not because he feared death.Death had followed him for most of his life.But because the man holding the gun wasn't merely his boss.Lorenzo was the man he had followed through wars.The man he had bled beside.The man he had trusted more than anyone.And now Lorenzo was looking at him like an enemy.The realization hurt more than the pistol ever could."Boss..."Luca's voice remained steady despite the pressure."I swear on my life."Lorenzo's expression didn't change."I didn't betray you."Silence.The gun remained where it was.Luca swallowed."You know me."Nothing."You know I would never do that."Still nothing.The warehouse suddenly felt colder.Lorenzo's eyes searched his face carefully

Seventy Four

The atmosphere inside the Valenti Mansion felt wrong.Isabella noticed it the moment she stepped out of her room the next morning.Something had happened.Something bad.Inside the mansion felt like a storm waiting to explode.Guards stood at their posts with unusually rigid expressions.House staff moved quickly through the halls with their heads lowered.No one lingered.No one smiled.No one spoke above a whisper.Isabella frowned.Her footsteps slowed as she descended the staircase.Two guards near the entrance were murmuring among themselves.The moment they noticed her, they immediately fell silent.One of them even looked away.As if afraid of being caught speaking.Isabella's stomach tightened.What happened?She continued walking.The deeper she moved into the mansion, the stranger the atmosphere became.Several Valenti soldiers stood in small groups discussing something quietly.One man looked furious.Another looked worried.A third simply looked scared.And that frightened

Seventy Five

Luca did not sleep.Not properly.Not after what had happened.Not after watching Don Lorenzo Valenti point a gun at his head.Not after seeing millions disappear overnight from an operation that only a handful of people knew existed.And certainly not after realizing he had made a mistake.A potentially fatal one.After he let Isabella enter Don Lorenzo's study, Luca found himself standing outside Nico's bedroom door.His jaw was clenched.His eyes hard.His patience thin.For several seconds, he simply stared at the door.Then knocked.Three sharp raps.Inside, Alessandro looked up from where he sat on his bed."Come in."The door opened immediately.Luca stepped inside and shut it behind him.The tension in the room became instant.Luca didn't bother sitting.Didn't bother with greetings either.He stood near the door with folded arms.Watching him.Studying him.Like an interrogator preparing to question a suspect.Alessandro forced himself to remain calm."What happened?"Luca ig

Seventy Six

Don Lorenzo sat behind his desk, a glass of whiskey untouched beside him.Several documents lay spread across the polished wood surface, but his attention wasn't on any of them.His thoughts were elsewhere.On a shipment.A betrayal.A hijacked operation.And a growing feeling that things were beginning to slip beyond his control.The knock on the door came sharp and deliberate.Lorenzo didn't look up."Come in."The door opened.Luca entered immediately.Unlike earlier that morning, there was purpose in his stride.Something had changed.Lorenzo noticed it at once."You found something."It wasn't a question.Luca nodded."We have a lead."That got Lorenzo's attention.Slowly, he set down the file he had been pretending to read.His eyes locked onto Luca."Talk."Luca stepped forward."The men I sent out found one of the hijackers."Lorenzo's expression hardened instantly."What?""He was trying to leave the city.""They caught him two hours ago."A dangerous silence settled over the

Seventy Seven

An hour later, the atmosphere inside the Valenti Mansion grew even heavier.The tension that had lingered all morning suddenly sharpened.Something was happening.Everyone could feel it.The front doors burst open as several Valenti men entered the mansion.Between them was a man.A stranger.His hands were bound behind his back.Blood stained his shirt.One eye was swollen shut.His face looked barely recognizable after whatever beating he had received during his capture.The man stumbled forward as one of the guards shoved him."Move."The prisoner nearly fell.Luca appeared from a nearby hallway immediately.His expression hardened the moment he saw the captive.Good.Very good.They finally had someone who could answer questions.Questions that Don Lorenzo desperately wanted answered.Questions that would determine who lived and who died."Take him downstairs," Luca ordered.The guards nodded.Without hesitation, they dragged the prisoner toward a restricted section of the mansion

Seventy Eight

The moment Alessandro entered his room, he shut the door behind him and locked it.His pulse was still elevated from everything happening downstairs.The captured man.The tension in the mansion.The look on Luca's face.None of it was good.And if his suspicions were correct, things were about to get much worse.Alessandro crossed the room quickly and grabbed his phone from his desk.Without hesitation, he dialed Valeria.The call connected after only two rings."Alex?"Her voice came out low and cautious.Alessandro immediately moved toward the window."I think we have a problem."Silence.Then..."What happened?"Alessandro lowered his voice."My father's men brought someone in."Valeria's stomach tightened."What kind of someone?""A man. I don't know him."He glanced toward the hallway."They dragged him straight to the torture room."For a second, Valeria said nothing.Then her voice became tense."Why would that be a problem?"Alessandro frowned."Because the whole mansion is o

Seventy Nine

The screams echoed through the underground room.Sharp.Agonizing.Relentless.But the prisoner still refused to talk.Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.His face had swollen beyond recognition.One eye was completely shut.His breathing came in ragged gasps.Yet somehow, he was still holding on.Don Lorenzo stood several feet away, watching with cold, unreadable eyes.The torture had gone on for nearly an hour.Questions.Demands.Threats.Pain.Nothing worked.The prisoner simply refused to break.Luca stood beside Don Lorenzo, becoming increasingly frustrated."Tell us who hired you."Silence.A Valenti guard drove a fist into the prisoner's stomach.The man groaned.Coughed blood.But still said nothing.Don Lorenzo's jaw tightened.This was becoming ridiculous.Nobody was this loyal.Nobody.Eventually everyone talked.Eventually everyone chose survival.Yet this man seemed determined to die.And that fact bothered Don Lorenzo more than the hijacked operation itself.Bec

Eighty

The Rossi safe house was unusually quiet that evening.Too quiet.The kind of silence that came before a storm.Don Rossi sat in a leather chair inside the living room, his injured shoulder heavily bandaged beneath his shirt. The pain was still there.Constant.Throbbing.A reminder of Don Lorenzo Valenti's bullet.A reminder of humiliation.And Don Rossi hated being reminded of humiliation.Across from him, Valeria sat scrolling through messages on her phone, though her attention wasn't really on the screen.Her conversation with Alessandro moments ago still replayed in her headIf Don Lorenzo found out the Rossis were involved he would eventually retaliate.The only question was when.Suddenly, the sound of tires crunching against gravel echoed outside.Both father and daughter looked up.Valeria frowned frowned."We're not expecting anyone."Neither was Rossi.Immediately, two armed guards moved toward the windows.Another guard headed for the door.The atmosphere instantly changed

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