Lahat ng Kabanata ng An Assassin's Love : His To Possess.: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Isabella. He said no. Matteo looked me dead in the eyes, cold and unshaken, and said, “You’re not strong enough. You don’t belong in this world, you think it's all about playing hero but that's not it..” Just like that. Like he was closing a door that was never meant to be open for me in the first place. I stood there for a second, stunned, heart thudding hard in my chest. Not because I was surprised—he’d always tried to keep me at arm’s length—but because it still hurt. Deeply. “You don’t get to decide that,” I said, my voice trembling not with fear, but rage. “You think because you’ve been through hell, no one else has scars?” His eyes flicked over me, unreadable. “It’s not about scars. It’s about survival. You wouldn’t last.” I laughed. A short, sharp sound. “You have no idea what I’ve survived. My father sold me off like I was nothing. My mother died crying for someone to save her. The mafia chewed through my childhood and spat me out. I’ve seen blood, Matteo. I’ve se

Isabella.What do you mean we’re going to my father’s mansion?” I shouted, chasing after Matteo as he walked down the hallway like he hadn’t just turned my world upside down.He didn’t even slow down. His long strides ate up the distance as I struggled to keep up behind him.“You can’t just drop something like that on me without warning!” I said again, louder this time. “Matteo!”Finally, he stopped and turned to face me. There was that usual calm, collected look on his face. It made me want to scream.“I just did,” he said with a small smirk. “We have a dinner there tonight. You should get dressed.”I stared at him. “You—what?”“There’s a dress in your room. Shoes, too,” he added casually. “Wear it.”And then, without another word, he turned his back to me and walked away, his coat brushing behind him like some royal cloak.I stood there in the hallway, completely speechless.I wanted to throw something.I wanted to grab him by the collar and shake him until he explained everything p

Isabella. I don’t know why Matteo is acting like this. He’s always been cold, sure, but today… today feels different. There’s something in the way he looks at me, or maybe it’s how he avoids looking at me at all. It’s not just the usual cold shoulder. It’s like he’s angry. Or worse, like he doesn’t care at all. I sit beside him in the car, staring out the window, trying not to think too hard. But the silence between us is so loud it makes my skin itch. I had hoped—just a little—that he would be nicer to me today. Maybe say something kind, maybe look at me like I meant something. But no. Instead, he’s harsher than ever. When we pull into his estate, the gates closing behind us, he stops the car near the entrance. “Get down,” he says flatly, without even glancing at me. I blink, confused. “What?” “Get down,” he repeats, already unbuckling his seatbelt. “I’m taking the car.” I climb out slowly, not sure what’s happening. As soon as I shut the door, he moves into the dr

Isabella. Rocco finds me in the garden just after noon. I’m sitting under one of the tall trees, trying to focus on a book, but the words keep blurring together. My thoughts won’t stay still.He walks up with that half-smile of his, the one that always makes me wonder what he's hiding."Hey Isabella What'sup" he says.I glance up. "Hi Rocco""Matteo wants you on tonight’s mission."I blink. “Seriously?”He nods. “Told me himself.”A wave of surprise, then excitement rolls through me. My stomach flips. I want to run to Matteo and ask him what changed, but I stop dead in my tracks when I remember how cold he's been to me.“Thanks,” I say, standing. “I’ll be ready.”I spend the rest of the day preparing. Going over everything I’ve learned. My hands tremble a little when I lace up my boots, but it’s not fear—it’s anticipation.When night falls, I make my way down to the garage. A few of the men are already there—Enzo, Alexander, Rocco, and two others I don’t know well. They all glance

Isabella. The woman stands there, arms folded, lips painted like she’s walked off a magazine cover. Her eyes study me for a second too long before she speaks.“I’m Matteo’s doctor,” she says smoothly. “My name is Laura.”Doctor?I frown. “Doctor?”She nods like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.I don’t trust the calm in her voice or the way she says Matteo’s name like it belongs to her. Something about her makes my skin prickle.“I’m his wife,” I say, keeping my voice steady.Her smile tightens. “Oh. Is that so?”Before she can say more, the sound of footsteps fills the hallway. Rocco and Matteo walk in, their eyes sharp and alert. Rocco glances at us, then at the girl’s empty bed.Matteo doesn’t even look at me.“Is everything alright?” Rocco asks.Laura turns to him and offers a soft smile. “Just getting to know your wife.”Rocco nods slightly. “Isabella, this is Doctor Laura. She’s been with us for some time.”Then he glances at Laura. “Laura, this is Isabella. Matteo’s wi