Spoil Me, My Mafia Lord

e as they embraced her tightly. Her parents were confused about what was happening, but Caine, Fynn's

so he promised her that he would bring her to her parents. He had just arrived from Russia, where he had gone to check

ace to talk. Isabelle glanced at Fynn and his men as they walked away. She couldn't help but feel a pang of

e're so worried. Who were those men? Are they involved in some

what's happening?" her father add

the truth. She wanted to tell them, but she was terrified that they wouldn't be able to handle it. But she

ath and helped her paren

e said, her voice shaking. "Sebastian sold

ought her mother would think she was lying or wouldn't belie

't hold back her own tears anymore. The weight of the truth, the pain of revealing

to her side and embracing her tig

g how happy their daughter had been when she met and spent time with Sebastian. They had thought Sebastian w

ven harder, and her mother held her close, trying to comfort her despite the pain they were all feeling. Meanwhile, her father remained si

holding in for three days, especially when she saw how much they understood. The acceptance and love of her mot

le fell asleep in

is expression was unreadable – a mixture of sadness and determination, as if

f relief seeing the man who had saved their daughter. There was something di

simply stared at them, his expression serious, causing the couple to exchange a worried glance. One thoug

witch to English when Fynn sudde

ish. He glanced at Isabelle, who was sleeping soundly in her mother's arms. "Isabelle is exhausted, her body wrac

of their daughter's ordeal, but they were even more touched by

ice laced with curiosity and concern. He wanted to be sure this man wasn't like S

e's father, his expres

tions towards your daughter," he said, his voice low and steady. "I wan

ng every word he heard. The old man t

tect her. We were so focused on her happiness, we didn't see what was really happening." Isaac's words were a hear

dream of having parents who would show him such genuine care and love. But he knew their situations were

er from her mother's arms. As he gazed at Isabelle's face, his imagination couldn't help but wander – a dream of having a family with her. He c

nn had found a purpose he had lon