All Chapters of Desire And Revenge : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Isabella POVThe best way to combat the pain was to keep busy at least, that was what I told myself.As long as I had something to do, I didn't have to sit around and think about Dante. I didn't have to let my mind wander toward everything I had lost or replay the things I wished I could change, so I worked.I threw myself into the gallery downstairs, determined to give myself something....anything to focus on.I added a new coat of paint to the walls and started setting up the floor plan for displaying my paintings. I moved things around until they felt right, then stepped back and looked at the space, trying to imagine how it would look when everything was finally finished.I wanted my work to have an elegant atmosphere. My paintings were rich with emotion, and I wanted people to feel something when they stood in front of them.I wanted people to connect with the artwork, to pause and let themselves become absorbed in whatever emotion the painting was meant to evoke.For that to hap

Isabella POV“There’s no such thing as the perfect man even if there were, that’s not what I want. I love him for who he is and he loves me despite all the baggage that comes along with me. Why would I want a perfect man when I have the perfect love?”Speechless, he just stared at me. “You made the wrong decision.”He shook his head slightly. “No, I didn’t and I won’t change my mind. You’re lucky I didn’t kill him. The only reason I didn’t was out of respect for you but if I cross his path again, I won’t hesitate.”“You’ve got him all wrong…”“A man who forces a woman to sleep with him is fucking trash.” His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened with threat. My father and I never talked about this stuff, but that discreetness was long gone. “He didn’t force me....”“He didn’t give you a choice. You either had to comply, or he executed your whole family. What other option did you have? You think I would ever walk you down the aisle and give you away? To him? Over my dead body. I know you

Conti POVMy silence was a sufficient answer. “Give her more time.”“It’s been four weeks.”“It’s going to take her at least five months.”I sighed under my breath, the sound coming out as a growl. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me that man isn’t worth five months of her time.”“It’ll take her five months before she starts to feel better and for her to really move past this…? At least a year.”I growled again. “I should have killed him when Varos saw him at the at the club and he never would have met Isabella then this nightmare wouldn’t be happening. I didn’t protect my family like I promised I would.”Her hand moved to my shoulder, and she dug her fingers into my tight muscles. “Isabella didn’t want to be protected because she loves this man.”“No, she doesn’t. She was brainwashed and manipulated.”She massaged her fingers into my shoulder a little longer before she pulled her hand away. “Conti.”I recognized the tone, had listened to it through the decades of our marriage. “What

Varos POVAccording to my father, Isabella had her own gallery in the city. It was in the center of town, right next door to a bakery. Her apartment was above the gallery. People were walking down the sidewalks, their coffees and shopping bags in hand.My girl seemed to love it as much as Milan. “I like it here.”I parked on the side of the road, squeezing in between two small cars. My father told me this was where Isabella had been spending her time. She was still just as devastated as she was a month ago, never leaving her gallery or the apartment upstairs.She kept to herself, dealing with her misery in solitude. I didn’t just come here because my girl wanted to check in on my sister. I was worried about her too. She’d made her feelings for Cassian very clear, that she loved him in a way she would never love anyone else.I could hear the sincerity in her voice when she spoke, the way it cracked a little when there was so much emotion in her throat. I recognize the love in her eyes,

Varos POVWhen we told my parents about the wedding, they were both excited but father was a little different, obviously upset over his shaky relationship with Isabella.Mirabel made the plans with my mom, and together with Gabriel, they planned the dinner and the decorations. Gabriel agreed to adjust her dress so it would fit her just right, and I was left to wait around until the big day and that was fine with me.I didn’t care about planning a wedding. All I cared about was the woman who wanted to be my wife. Her dress would be beautiful, but it would be more beautiful on the bedroom floor.I was working on my laptop in my old bedroom, the one my girl and I were using for the time being. For the actual wedding night, I would take her somewhere else. It would be strange to spend our honeymoon in my parents’ house. I would have flown hrr off to a beautiful place, but since she was so late in her pregnancy, getting her around was nearly impossible. A knock sounded on the door. “Can I