All Chapters of The Don’s Heiress Vanished on Her Birthday: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

When I opened my eyes again, I knew I had been reborn.I was back after the crash.Back to the hospital room where everyone thought I was lucky to be alive.I heard every word the guards whispered outside my door.“Mr. Corleone just glanced in here and went straight to Miss White's room again, huh? Did he even stay two minutes?”“Poor Miss Rossi. Seven days in a coma. Thank Christ her condition's finally stabilized a bit.”“The Whites took bullets for the Capos. But Miss Rossi's a real soldier. She fought through it. Word is she was conscious when they brought her in, and she didn't flinch once...”I tried to scream. I tried to tell them I was scared. That I hurt everywhere. That I needed him too. But my body was lead, and only the pain in my chest grew sharper, sharper than any broken bone.Vincent. The one who’d knelt at my father’s grave and swore he’d protect me for the rest of our lives.He was in the next room right now, holding another woman, whispering soft reassurances.In

Two days before my birthday, I was leaving the old warehouse where I’d stored all my research equipment when gunshots rang out.A bullet grazed my right arm.I fell to the concrete floor, white-hot pain exploding through my body. I looked up and saw three masked men running towards the getaway car. They weren’t here to kill me. They were here to send a message.I pulled out my phone with my left hand and called Vincent. “Vincent,” I said, my voice shaking from the fear. “I was shot. At the warehouse on 5th Street.” The line went dead for a full second. Then I heard him roar so loud the phone crackled. “STAY RIGHT THERE! DON’T MOVE! I’M COMING! IF ANYONE TOUCHES YOU AGAIN I WILL KILL THEIR ENTIRE FAMILY!”He was there in ten minutes. I’d never seen him drive that fast in my life. He jumped out of the car, his gun drawn, scanning the area for threats. When he saw me lying on the ground, his face turned deathly white. “Bella,” he whispered, dropping to his knees next to me. He th

Twelve hours later, Vincent finally left Lilian at the hospital after the doctors confirmed that her heart was fine and that the attack had only been caused by panic.She had spent the entire night crying in his arms, saying she should never have touched the necklace, that Isabella must hate her now, and that she was terrified I would never forgive her.Vincent stayed with her until morning.When he finally drove back to the Rossi estate, the house was already silent.The staff had been dismissed with three months’ pay, and every trace of me had disappeared.My clothes, my books, even the hairbrush I had kept since I was sixteen were all gone.The only thing left was the cold fireplace, where a thin layer of ash covered the hearth.Mixed in with the ash was a small, twisted lump of gold, the remains of the engagement ring he had once pressed into my hand.Then he called me, over and over, until his phone died. He mobilized the entire Corleone intelligence network by dawn, but it was t

Nine years after I left New York and everything that had broken me, I lived alone and in perfect peace. The chaos of the mafia world, the endless compromises, the quiet agony of waiting to be chosen, all of it felt like a distant dream, something that had happened to a stranger. I woke up every morning to the sound of birds outside my institute dorm window, made myself a cup of strong black coffee, and walked to the lab before the sun was fully up. No one demanded anything from me. No one expected me to be strong for anyone but myself.My project, which had consumed every waking moment of these nine years, finally reached its final phase. I stood in the empty lab one evening, watching the soft glow of the monitors as the first successful test run completed, and a slow, genuine smile spread across my face. This was not something I’d built for a man, or for a family, or for anyone’s approval. It was mine. Every late night, every failed experiment, every moment of doubt and frustrati

He stayed outside for two days and two nights. He didn’t eat. He didn’t sleep. He just stood there, staring at the door.On the third morning, I opened it. He was still there, pale and shaking, covered in frost. I handed him a mug of hot coffee.“Come inside,” I said.He followed me into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He didn’t drink the coffee. He just stared at me, as if he was afraid I’d disappear if he blinked.“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he said finally. “I know I hurt you more than anyone ever has. But I’m begging you, Bella. Give me a second chance. I’ll give up the mafia. I’ll move here. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a new engagement ring, simpler than the first one.“Marry me,” he said, kneeling on the floor in front of me. “Please.”I looked at him, and I felt nothing. No anger. No sadness. No love. The girl who’d loved him h