Captive of the mafia boss

ter and music mixed together like a beautiful song. The room showed power

d quiet whispers. The people around her looked perfect-elegant and distant, as if they were out of reac

t?" a voice whis

e that, in Isabella's experience, never truly reached her eyes. Her mother's gaze s

den?" Isabella Spoke in a low voice, though sh

distant cheer. "This isn't just a gala, darling.

sharp as a blade. It was Andrew DeMarco, the man who had haunted her nightmares for the past five years. The man who

ella's pulse quickened, just as it always did around him. But this time, something was different. He wasn'

t terri

there was a hardness in it she couldn't igno

ered, as her mind raced. "Funny,

ulating. "You've changed," he said, his gaze linge

ch of her as though she were a mere possession to be appraised. Isabella tigh

raying none of the turmoil that was storm

mething-something almost like regret-in his eyes. But it was gon

auty almost intimidating. Isabella had heard whispers of her: Lara DeMarco, Andrew's sister, and the true

undercurrent of something darker. "I didn't expect to see you

r jaw but stood her g

a coldness in her look. "Indeed. An

sending a wave of shock through her. The touch of a man who once held so much pow

rew asked, his smile cunning. "I t

terrupted them-low, firm, and unmistakab

tti, the ruthless leader of the Moretti crime family. He walked confidently toward t

t. What was Luca doing here? A

Isabella's, and for a moment, everything else in the room faded into the background. He was the one per

o," Luca said, his voice dangerou

ed her mouth to protest, but the words didn't

he kept his composure. "You

down. "No. But I

yes softening for just a mom

, guiding her toward the exit. The weight of their eyes lingered on her, a quiet promise

know whether she was being saved or dragged into something even darker than before. All

ithout a word, his expression unreadable. Isabella caught a glimpse of somethi

m. The DeMarcos k

ed, and he looked