All Chapters of Compilation Hot Stories : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I S A B E L L A𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐘𝐌 was bathed in a soft, amber glow, the air thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and determination. Heavy bags swayed gently from the ceiling, and the faint sound of weights clinking echoed in the otherwise silent room. Mirrors lined one wall, reflecting the dim light and amplifying the sense of space.I stepped inside, my heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. He stood in the center of the room, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes met mine. He was wearing a white T-shirt and gray sweats, showing his toned skin and muscular body. What the fuck was I nervous for?"You're late," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.Fuck being late, I didn't even want to be here in the first place. The maids kept bugging me about how their 'don' wanted me downstairs and how urgent it was. It was annoying me.I squared my shoulders, refusing to let his presence intimidate me. "Fashionably late," I retorted, shrugging my shoulders.

I S A B E L L Aᥫ᭡I didn't know who to be mad at.My father. Luciano. Or myself?The memories of that mission flooded back, relentless, a cruel reminder of everything that went wrong. The fear. The abandonment. The betrayal. It was all there, echoing in my mind like a broken record.I remember it vividly.I was deep in enemy territory, on a mission to extract high-value intel and eliminate key targets. Simple, straightforward. Except nothing ever went as planned.[FLASHBACK]A guard had caught me off guard. His knife slashed through my side before I even had time to react. Pain exploded across my body, and I fought through it—fought through the blackness closing in around me. I took him down, but the injury was severe.I stumbled through the corridors, blood staining my clothes, the world tilting with every step. My breath came in ragged gasps. I needed extraction. I needed help. And I needed him.I found him in a dimly lit hallway, his back turned as he hurried toward an exit, obliv

I S A B E L L A ᥫ᭡𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎. Again.Luciano didn't look at me as he slid into the driver's seat. His jaw was clenched tight, his hands steady on the wheel as he fired up the engine I could feel the weight of the situation pressing in on us both. But neither of us said a word. Not yet.I buckled my seat belt, still not looking at him, my eyes trained on the road ahead. But I could feel his gaze on me, even if he wasn't looking at me directly. That strange, unsettling thing he always did—like he was trying to figure me out. To break me.It was irritating. And goddamn annoying.He glanced at me for a split second—just long enough for me to catch the way his jaw tightened before he turned his focus back to the road. He never stopped watching, never let his guard down, even when I could tell his mind was elsewhere. That was Luciano for you. Cold. Calculating.The car came to a stop in front of a warehouse. We hadn't spoken much during the drive, the silence hang

I S A B E L L Aᥫ᭡𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 in front of the full-length mirror, eyeing the dress I'd reluctantly agreed to wear, the deep red fabric hanging from the hanger like it was daring me to put it on. My fingers traced the edges of the silk, the smooth material almost too perfect, too elegant for my usual taste.I slipped it over my head, the fabric cool against my skin as it settled into place. The dress hugged every curve, and the deep V-neckline was daring, but not enough to make me feel exposed. It was confident. It was bold. It was exactly how I felt tonight. As I turned, I saw the way it flowed, the slight train catching the light as I moved. The dress fit like it had been made just for me.I couldn't help but glance at myself in the mirror once more, adjusting the neckline slightly to make sure it was perfect.I hated how good it made me feel. I walked over to the vanity and started working on my makeup. A dark smokey eye to match the intensity of the night, a bold lip that could

I S A B E L L Aᥫ᭡𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄 the feeling that I was being watched. My instincts were on high alert, and the pressure of it made my skin prickle with unease. I needed air—space to think, to clear the fog creeping into my mind.I moved swiftly, slipping through the crowd with ease. No one paid much attention to me, but the sense of being under a microscope never fully left.Finally, I reached the far end of the ballroom and slipped into the narrow hallway leading to the back garden. It was quiet here. The cool night air kissed my skin, and for a moment, I let myself breathe deeply, letting the crispness clear the weight in my chest.But just as I was starting to relax, I felt it. A shift. A movement behind me.I turned.There, standing at the edge of the shadows, was the man I had been sensing since the moment I stepped into the ballroom. The man in the corner, the one who had been watching me with those cold, unsettling eyes. He'd followed me out here.His eyes glea