Married to the ruthless Mafia lord

d caused the raindrops to sway, splashing water on her as they moved. She

her actions were halted when she noticed her father, Mr. Marino, arguin

le on her face, hoping he would see her. He was the only person sh

the burly men kick her father, causing him to fall to the

face filled with sorrow and te

t soon realized her voice was drowned ou

door and started banging on it, hoping that Old Lady Amato

her needs help," she pleaded,

t to allow you to leave the room without her permissi

ed to talk to her," Bella said, te

ore disturbance and go back to sleep

ou," Bella continued to plead, sitting on the floor with her hea

which only made Bella even sadder. Her heart ached as she ran back to

sault Mr. Marino and eventually

" Bella swore bitterly, but she couldn't ge

wn out of the mansion, covered in bruises, and all s

see if father is okay. I have to escape from this pri

or anything that could help her climb down

the maids to remove anything dangerou

approached it, hoping to find something helpful. She opened it and found

value, Bella began taking the gowns down and sat

ope by tying together clothes of different colors and textures. She secur

wn the rope, taking each step with

e end of the rope and foun

to pour, accompanied by t

scaping even more challenging. However, Bella refused to gi

gown were drenched, weig

noticed by the guards until her feet took her to the ba

e realized climbing the fence was her only opt

fence?" she thought, looking up at i

lla turned to see a figure standing there, but it was too

erself, gripping her gown tightl

a felt fear and remained silent, contemplating how s

ore burly men stepped forward in an

o other guards were waiting behind him. Their immediate

rds pulled her. The stranger walked ahe

t bulbs, allowing faces to be recognized, except

ady Amato said, rushing from an inner room with the two maids fol

hen she's done," the man ordered before promptly leaving, leavi

wondered, but her thoughts were interrupted by a

Old Lady Amato, her g

red, as she held back her

wo maids complied and seized Bella by her arm and

l red gown, her hair blow-dried and decorated with different h

n to see her father had failed, and she was no

owing Old Lady Amato out of the room. They soon stopped in front of another golden door which w

very corner of the room screamed luxury as Bell

appearance. His dark hair was slicked back with meticulous precision. His body was a work of art in itself, sculpted from years of rigorous training and discipline. He stood tall and proud, with broad shoulders that spoke of strength, and toned muscles th

' Bella thought to herself as her

in of thoughts. He continued to puff smoke out of his cigar. His voice, whom

ella asked now with

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