Betrayed Bride, Mafia Princess Rises

rating the future of the Falcone family. I was Isabel

, the man who stood up beside his

death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the st

e was away. They forced me to sign divorce papers, then told me they were taking me t

this complication

men poured out, led by a face I had only ever seen in a photograph. Days earlier, locked in my room, I made a single phone call to th

pte

ella

trasound, and the man who rose to his feet

d, the sound of the break echoing in t

itories. A man whose name was a prayer on the lips of his allies and a curse on the tongues of his

one of his own soldiers. Her eyes-wide, deceptively innocent-met mine

e flicker of sheer panic. He wasn't just caught; he was caught here. In a hospital on his own territory, a place under his protection, wher

polished linoleum. My hands were steady. My chin was high. I was

d, my voice a bl

abella. What are

ve an appointment," I replied, my gaze unwavering. "For our child." I let the words ha

atrical display of discomfort. A performance. Always a p

to a tenderness he hadn't shown me in months. That was the cut th

r, turning to me as an aftert

" I

The Don of the Falcone Famigli

blood and fear, had been my salvation. Ten years ago, he'd pulled me from the suffocating ambition of my adoptive fami

ped hi

onlookers. Vincent's head snapped to the side, a livid red mark already blooming on his chiseled jaw. H

if to shield him. "Don't you dare touch him!

he word was ac

ury. "He gave me his word! He promised to claim our

asn't just a scandal; it was a cancer. A fissure in the fou

or him to deny it. To put this girl back in her

, his jaw tight. "Isabe

ted?" I w

it was a rumble meant only for me. "Her father is crucial

band, the fearsome Don Falcone, was being blackmailed by a subordinate

her smile a saccharine mask for the malice in her eyes. "Vincent was just about to

a message, small and exquisitely cruel. A reminder of who was in control. A reminder