Married to a Ruthless Mafia Lord
he gear shift, occasionally brushing hers, a silent, tentative gesture that made her heart skip each time. She glanced over at hi
t neither of them had dared to voice until now. Finally
to try this again, things have to be different." She turned to fac
he car stopped. He met her gaze, his dark eyes softer than she'd ever seen them. "I know," he replied, his voice low and rough
utiful. This was the man she had glimpsed so briefly, hidden behind his walls
whispered. "Show me that y
the weight of it, the silent promise he was making. They sat there for a moment, hands intertwined,
re time at home, and even accompanied her to events he'd once dismissed as "unnecessary social obligations." He was quieter, more conte
et down his glass of wine and looked at her intently. "Ther
kip, her pulse quick
ore speaking. "Alessa reached out rece
er chest, but she steadied
I'm choosing you." His gaze softened, his hand reaching across the table to cover hers. "I've been a fool, Isabella. I
hed it away, a small, hopeful smile tugging at her lips.
that sent a shiver down her spine. "I'm sorry for all the pain I put you through. I
ething new-a fragile, unsteady foundation, but one they were both finally wi
le. "Not as strangers or as husband and wife bound by dut
e, his gaze holding a warmth that was unmistak
family legacy, the expectations he'd always felt burdened by. In turn, she shared her own dreams, the parts of herself she'd kept hidden in the shadows of his life. They la
hand resting on her stomach in a gesture so intimate it to
ing from her lips before she could stop them. She fe
"I love you too, Isabella," he murmured, his voice soft, almost reverent. "And
ounds of the past were still there, faint scars that would never fully fade, but for the first time, she felt whol
fought so hard to find. And as they drifted into sleep, their hands intertwined, Isabella knew that whatever challenges lay