All Chapters of The Don's Ruthless Empire: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

POV: Isabella (Female Lead)"Rosa!" My own voice sounded like a stranger's, swallowed instantly by the dark vineyard rows.The gunshot was still ringing in my ears, and no one had answered me yet. We broke from the tree line at a dead run, the vineyard rows blurring past us like dark ribs on either side, and I remember thinking, absurdly, that I had worn the wrong shoes for running toward my own family's funeral.Matteo reached the chapel door first. He threw his shoulder against it before I could tell him to wait, before Enzo could clear the perimeter the way he had promised, and for one terrible second I thought I would lose him too, right there, to whatever waited on the other side of that old wooden door. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, and the cold night air burned in my lungs as I forced my legs to keep moving.The door gave. Lamplight spilled out onto the gravel, and Salvatore was standing in the middle of the small stone room with a pistol still smo

POV: Isabella (Female Lead)"Say that again," Matteo said, and I watched the blood leave his face the same way I imagined it had left mine only seconds earlier, both of us standing in the doorway of a chapel that suddenly felt far too small to hold what I had just spoken aloud. The candle on the altar had burned down almost to nothing, and in its dying light every face around us looked older, more fragile, than it had only an hour before.We had not told anyone. Not Rosa, not Nico, not even Camilla, who noticed everything before anyone else did. I had only known myself for eleven days, a small private truth I had been carrying quietly, waiting for the right night to finally tell my husband he was going to be a father, some ordinary evening far away from gunshots and stolen letters and thirty year old secrets finally breaking loose."There is no first child yet," I said, my voice trembling now in a way I had not allowed it to tremble through everything else tonight. "There is only a na

POV: Isabella (Female Lead)"Camilla!" I screamed again, and still nobody answered.That silence frightened me more than any scream could have, because a house full of frightened people who cannot find words to explain themselves is a house already bracing for the worst possible news. The torches along the courtyard wall guttered in the early wind, throwing restless shadows across faces I had known for years but barely recognized in that moment.It was one of Enzo's men who finally stepped forward, his face pale, his hands trembling around the reins of a horse he had clearly ridden hard. "She left an hour ago," he said. "Alone, on foot, before any of us could stop her. She said she was going to find her husband herself, before we could reach him first, and nothing we said would change her mind."My blood went cold. "Which direction," I demanded, already turning my own horse toward the gate, my heart hammering against my ribs."Toward the old mill road," he said. "Toward the consortium

POV: Isabella (Female Lead)"I want to go with you," Camilla said, standing in the hallway outside her husband's room, her eyes red but her voice steadier than I expected after everything the night had already cost her.Her hands were still shaking, even so, long after her husband had been carried inside and the physician had disappeared behind the closed door of the guest room with him, and I understood that no amount of comfort I offered her now would matter more than the answer we still needed to find before the sun rose fully over the hills."You should stay with him," I said gently. "He may wake again. He may need you more than the rest of us do right now, in this house, close to whatever help he still requires.""He may also die without ever telling us anything more," Camilla said, "and I refuse to sit in this hallway waiting for either outcome while the man who did this to him hides on my own family's land, using my name and my history to shield himself from exactly the people

POV: Isabella (Female Lead)"Whatever you think you are still holding over this family," I said, "say it now, plainly, or stop wasting the last few minutes of freedom you have left in this world, because they are already running out."Dante's smile did not waver. Something about the stillness of that small room made me suddenly, desperately aware of every exit, every shadow, every place a final threat could still be hiding after everything we had already survived to reach him inside these four narrow walls."Direct," Dante said, almost admiringly. "You always were, Isabella, even back when you were simply a bride the whole valley expected to fail. I respect that about you, truly, even as I am about to break your heart with what I say next, right here."Matteo's grip on my hand tightened painfully, and I understood, watching Dante's eyes shift briefly toward the doorway behind us, that whatever came next was not going to arrive from him directly, not with his own hands."The debt was n