Vows of vengeance

a war drum. Across from her, Leonardo De Luca lounged in a leather chair, his presence suffo

" he said, his voice smooth but edged

cing herself to hold his

ti empire crumbles. Your brother is left to pay for his mistakes with his life." H

le, and now he owed Leonardo a debt he could never repay. The De Lucas weren't just business moguls-they were mafia royalty,

ders hunched in defeat. Her mother, Sofia, clutched a handkerchief, her eyes red from crying

co growled. "You can'

fading. "Your family's sins forced this. Is

this?" she whispered, h

eplaced by something

, darker. But did it really matter? If she said no, her family would be destroyed. I

is voice weak. "Isabella, p

fall. She wasn't doing this for her father. She wasn't even doin

hard. "Fine. I

atisfaction flashing in his gaze. "Go

way to a man who saw her as nothing more than a pawn. But what scared her most was the

convince herself she could survive this. She wasn't given much of a say in anything-her wedding dress, the venue,

use staff and the tension that lingered in every conversation. Her father barely spoke to

sit. He entered her room without knocking, his prese

er as she stood by the window, staring out at

ed. "You expect me to sleep knowin

low, deliberate steps toward her. "You

of hair from her face. The touch was unexpectedly gentle,

t you?" she whispered, hatin

ath warm against her

cting. Leonardo was a man who fed on weakness, and she refu

he murmured, stepping

oom, Isabella cl

bella De Luca. And her battle