Todos os capítulos de The Don's Obsession : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

IsabellaIsabella woke to an empty bed and a note on Dante's pillow, written in his precise handwriting:Meeting until noon. Viktor and another guard are outside if you need anything. Stay in the penthouse. Stay in the penthouse. Like she was a child who needed to be told what to do.Isabella crumpled the note and threw it across the room.She'd been Mrs. Dante Valentino for exactly three days, and she was already suffocating. The penthouse was beautiful—stunning, even—but it felt like a gilded cage. She couldn't go anywhere without permission. Couldn't make plans without clearing them first. Couldn't even step outside for fresh air without an armed escort.Her phone buzzed with a text from Sofia."Lunch today? Please? I miss you!"Isabella's chest tightened. She missed Sofia too. Missed their easy conversations, their spontaneous coffee dates, the normalcy of being sisters without the weight of lies between them.But Dante's rules were clear: no solo outings. No unscheduled meetings

CHAPTER 13: The Restaurant IsabellaTwo days after their explosive fight, Dante made a concession."You can visit the restaurant," he said over breakfast, not looking up from his phone. "Today. Supervised."Isabella's coffee cup froze halfway to her lips. "What?""The restaurant. You've been sulking about it for two days. So we're going." He finally looked at her, his steel-gray eyes unreadable. "Viktor and two other guards will accompany us. You'll have two hours. Non-negotiable."It wasn't the freedom Isabella wanted, but it was something. She took it.Three hours later, she stood inside Bella Notte with Dante beside her and Viktor stationed at the door. The familiar smell of garlic and tomatoes should have felt like coming home. Instead, it felt like visiting a stranger's house.Maria looked up from the reservation book and her face cycled through relief, worry, and caution when she saw Dante."Bella," she said carefully. "Mr. Valentino. I wasn't expecting you.""Surprise visit," I

IsabellaSofia burst into the penthouse like a ray of sunshine, all bright smiles and excited chatter, her lighter brown hair bouncing in its ponytail as she spun to take in the massive space."Oh my God, Bella! This place is AMAZING!" She rushed to the floor-to-ceiling windows, pressing her hands against the glass. "You can see all of Manhattan! This is like something out of a movie!"Isabella forced a smile, her stomach twisting with guilt. "It's nice, isn't it?""Nice? NICE?" Sofia whirled around, her wide brown eyes sparkling with delight. "Bella, this is a penthouse on the Upper East Side. This is obscenely wealthy. This is….." She grabbed Isabella's hands, bouncing on her toes. "This is a fairytale! You're living an actual fairytale!"If only you knew, Isabella thought. But she kept smiling, kept playing the role of the blissfully happy newlywed."Dante does well," she said carefully."Does well? Bella, he's a billionaire! And he's gorgeous! And he looks at you like you hung the

IsabellaThe charity gala was held at the Plaza Hotel—all crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and people dripping in diamonds. Isabella stood in the penthouse bathroom, staring at her reflection and trying not to hyperventilate.The dress Dante had chosen was stunning—a floor-length emerald green gown that hugged her curves and made her olive skin glow. Her dark hair was swept up in an elegant twist, diamonds at her throat and ears that probably cost more than her restaurant. She looked like she belonged in this world.She felt like an imposter."You look beautiful," Dante said from the doorway.Isabella met his eyes in the mirror. He was devastating in a black tuxedo, his dark hair perfectly styled, his steel-gray eyes taking in every detail of her appearance with an intensity that made her shiver."I look terrified," she corrected."That too." He moved behind her, his hands settling on her waist. "But you'll be fine. Just remember what Marco taught you.""Smile. Don't talk about pol

IsabellaThe attack on Dante's shipment had put the entire organization on high alert. For three days, Isabella had barely seen her husband. He left before dawn and returned after midnight, his face tight with stress and fury, smelling of gun oil and expensive whiskey.Vittorio's message had been clear: Isabella was now a target. A weakness to exploit.Which was why, when Dante finally emerged from his office on the fourth day looking marginally less homicidal, Isabella was surprised when he said, "Get dressed. We're going out.""Out? Dante, you said I shouldn't leave the penthouse until…..""I know what I said. But this is important." His steel-gray eyes softened slightly. "And you've been cooped up for days. You're starting to look like a caged animal."Isabella couldn't argue with that. The penthouse, as beautiful as it was, had started to feel suffocating.Forty minutes later, they pulled up to a modest house in Queens. Not the kind of neighborhood Isabella expected Dante to visit