Semua Bab Desire And Revenge : Bab 171 - Bab 180

Dante POVIt didn’t seem to matter what I said, Conti would continue to hate me. “I’m not going to downplay my hatred for you. I’ve wanted revenge for a long time and my bitterness only grew during my tenure on the streets. You took everything away from me and it didn’t seem fair. I was subjected to a cruel existence, while you got to have the perfect family in a damn mansion. I wanted to kill all of you for taking away my inheritance and letting that grudge go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do but when Isabella asked me, I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t deny what she wanted more than anything in the world. It was a hard sacrifice to make, to drop the blood feud. I know that’s not impressive to you because that’s the very reason you hate me, but I let the past go....for her. You can’t question my love for her or my honesty. I will say the truth to your face, no matter how painful it is.”“Is that supposed to impress me?” Conti asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at me. There w

Dante POVIsabella moved her hand to my chest, her fingers resting gently against me as she looked up at me. There was something that made it obvious how much my offer meant to her. “Well, I would love to do that,” she said softly, “but I don’t want to ask you to do something you don’t want to do.”“You didn’t ask me.” I held her gaze. “I offered.”“I know, but…”She hesitated, like she still wasn't completely convinced that I was doing this because I genuinely wanted to.“This is the only thing I can think of,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “And unless you have a better idea.”She shook her head slightly. “I don’t.”“Then let’s do it.”The decision was simple, even if everything surrounding it wasn't. I didn’t want to be five hours away from home and I didn’t want to spend that much time away from everything familiar, and I certainly didn’t want to see her parents every day while I helped out at their winery.I already knew how they felt about me.I didn’t want to spend my days be

Dante POVIsabella turned back to her uncle. “Don’t do that ever again. I mean it. I’ll cover him with my body if I have to.”The uncle kept his eyes on me. “I’ll kill this fucking asshole...."“Adrian.” Conti silenced him with just his name. “I hate him too, but no more.”I knew he didn’t intervene for Adrian or me. He did it for his daughter, who was still on the verge of tears. Isabella turned back to me and buried her face in my chest, her arms hugging my torso. She breathed against me, doing her best to control the emotions that were chaotic inside her heart. She knew I was fine, that I could take pain far worse than this, but letting me be treated this way was killing her and it broke her heart to see her family hate me so viciously and attack me so ruthlessly.I hated listening to her cry because It killed me and I used to be indifferent to it, but when she was in pain, I was in pain. My hand moved under the fall of her hair, and I cradled her against me. “Baby, it’s alright.”

Isabella POVDante eyes has turned black by the time we got home. “Let’s put some ice on it.” I opened the freezer in the kitchen and picked up a few ice cubes but heyanked my hand out of the freezer and shut the door. “It doesn’t need ice."“Yes, it does and it's looks terrible.” I placed the ice in a towel and wrapped the cloth around the cubes before I rose on my tiptoes and placed it against his eye.I stared at the stark discoloration and he was the strongest man I’d ever known but seeing him in any kind of pain broke my heart and I wanted to cry all over again.He stared at me, his blue eyes not showing any relief at the touch of the ice cubes. He looked at me in pity, like I was the one in pain instead of him. “I don’t need it, baby."“I don’t want it to get worse.”“It won’t.” He grabbed my wrist and gently pulled my hand away. “This is nothing but a scratch.”“Half of your eye is swollen…”“And in a few days, it’ll be back to normal.” He grabbed the cloth wrap from my hand an

Isabella POVThe mattress was comfortable and the master bedroom was nice, but it wasn’t the same as the one in Dante place because It didn’t have the same coziness, but I loved being in Milan no matter what and with him beside me every night, it was good enough.I was dead asleep when a nightmare came to me. My kidnapper was there, dragging me away from my family. He had my brother wife too, who was swollen with her pregnancy. She was in tears, and he had a gun pointed right at my temple.My father was on his knees as a man held a rifle to his head. The horror on his face was because of what he was witnessing, not the gun at his head.The man pulled the trigger, and then my father’s body fell to the ground. “God!” I jolted upright in bed, gripping the sheets and tipping over as I lost my balance. Hot tears fell down my face, and I sobbed as the images remained glued in my vision. I tried to suck the air into my lungs, but there was never enough oxygen. “Oh my god…” My hand moved to m