Todos los capítulos de The Don's Ruthless Empire: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Point of view: IsabellaRosa was already standing in the doorway when I arrived home that morning, arms crossed tight, and the look on her face told me she had heard far more than I ever wanted her to know.“Nico told me everything,” she said before I could even offer an explanation, her voice trembling somewhere between fury and fear. “A warehouse, a kidnapping, guns pointed at people you claim to love. Isabella, what exactly have you dragged this family into now.”I stepped past her into the small kitchen that had once felt like the entire world to me, before Rossaro compounds and sealed offices and men like Alfio Greco had reshaped everything I understood about safety. “I did not drag anyone anywhere,” I said carefully. “This war existed long before I ever chose to stand inside it, Rosa. I am simply trying to end it before it reaches you or Nico the way it nearly reached Camilla last night.”“And if it had reached you instead,” Rosa said, her voice cracking finally beneath the weig

Point of view: Isabella“Look,” Salvatore said, pointing toward a faint set of footprints cutting cleanly through thirty years of undisturbed dust, and the room seemed to grow colder around all of us instantly.Matteo crouched beside the prints, studying them carefully, his expression darkening with every passing second. “Someone came in here recently,” he said. “And whoever it was knew exactly what they were looking for, because several of these files sit slightly out of order compared to the rest.”I knelt beside him, examining the print more closely, the shape of the sole narrow and precise, nothing like the heavy boots Bruno’s men favored. “This was not one of ours,” I said quietly. “Someone came through this room after Salvatore sealed it and before we opened it again this morning, and they were careful enough not to leave anything obvious behind.”My pulse quickened with dread as the implications settled fully across the room. “The key,” I said slowly, turning toward Salvatore.

Point of view: IsabellaThe financial ledger Enzo pulled from the joint office that night contained a single name written beside every major transaction, and it was not the name any of us expected to find.“Bianca Alessi,” Matteo read aloud, disbelief plain across his face as he studied the entries spread across the desk before us. “She is not simply connected to Alfio’s network. According to these records, she has been managing his finances directly for over fifteen years.”Salvatore leaned forward, scanning the numbers carefully, his expression darkening with every line. “This is not the account of a frightened woman hiding from a dangerous man,” he said grimly. “This is the account of someone who has been quietly running Alfio’s entire financial empire from the shadows, all while presenting herself to Camilla’s family as a helpless victim.”I stared at the neat rows of figures, each transaction dated and initialed with a precision that felt almost clinical against the horror of wha

Point of view: Isabella"Say it again, Salvatore," I whispered, my hands trembling around a cup of coffee I could not bring myself to drink. "Tell me you did not recognize that name the moment Camilla said it."The house had gone quiet in the hours since Camilla's call, the kind of quiet that presses against your ribs instead of comforting you. Matteo paced near the window while Salvatore sat frozen at the table, his fingers pressed flat against the wood as if he could hold the whole night still by force of will alone."I told you everything I know," Salvatore said, but his voice cracked on the last word, and I had spent enough months in this house to know the sound of a lie trying to wear the shape of the truth."That is not an answer," I said, standing now, my chair scraping loud against the floor. "You went pale the moment Camilla mentioned a third name. I watched it happen. You did not look confused, Salvatore. You looked afraid."Matteo stopped pacing. "Uncle," he said carefully,

Point of view: Isabella"He is not answering his phone," I said, the words shaking loose from me as I pressed redial for the fourth time, Matteo's car already cutting sharp through the dark toward the Marchetti estate. "Matteo, it has been almost an hour.""I know," Matteo said, his knuckles white against the steering wheel, his eyes fixed hard on the road ahead. "Camilla said his car arrived twenty minutes ago and that he went straight to the guest wing where Bianca had been staying. She has not heard from him since."My chest ached with a fear I recognized instantly, the same helpless dread I used to feel waiting for Nico to come home from nights he never should have gone out on. Enzo had become family to me in the months since I first walked into this compound, and the thought of losing him to the same war that had already taken so much from both our families felt unbearable.We found Camilla pacing the front steps when we arrived, her composure from earlier that night completely g