Todos os capítulos de The Don's Obsession : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

CHAPTER 32: Falling IsabellaThree weeks had passed since the Bratva trap—three weeks of careful planning, heightened security, and a shift in Isabella's relationship with Dante that terrified her more than any assassination threat.She was falling in love with him.No—that wasn't quite right. She'd already fallen. Past tense. Completely, irrevocably, devastatingly in love with a man who'd bought her like property and claimed her like a possession.And the worst part? He kept doing things that made her fall deeper.Like yesterday, when she'd mentioned missing her mother's handwritten recipe cards that had been lost in a fire years ago. This morning, she'd found a leather-bound journal on her pillow—every single recipe painstakingly recreated in Dante's surprisingly elegant handwriting, complete with notes about her mother's preferred techniques that he could only have learned by interviewing Maria and the other older staff at the restaurant.Or last week, when Sofia had called crying

IsabellaIsabella sat in Dante's office three days after finding her father's planner, the leather-bound book hidden in her purse like contraband. She'd been careful—so careful—not to let Dante see her distraction, her growing obsession with those damning initials.A.V. Antonio Valentino."Mrs. Valentino?" A smooth voice interrupted her spiraling thoughts. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced."Isabella looked up to find a man in his late fifties standing in the doorway. He was distinguished-looking with silver-threaded dark hair, sharp brown eyes behind expensive glasses, and the kind of tailored suit that screamed old money. His smile was warm, almost grandfatherly, creating instant trust."I'm Antonio Russo," he said, extending his hand. "Dante's consigliere. I apologize for not meeting you sooner—I've been handling family business in Chicago.""Isabella," she said, shaking his hand. His grip was firm but not aggressive, his palm smooth like someone who'd never done manu

IsabellaThe private jet touched down in Las Vegas at sunset, painting the desert sky in shades of orange and crimson. Isabella pressed her face to the window, watching the famous Strip come into view—a glittering oasis of excess and possibility in the middle of nowhere."First time in Vegas?" Dante asked from the seat across from her, his steel-gray eyes warm with amusement."Is it that obvious?" Isabella laughed, pulling back from the window. "I've never been further west than Pennsylvania. This is….it's beautiful in a completely artificial way.""Wait until you see the hotel." Dante stood, offering his hand to help her up. His custom Italian suit was slightly rumpled from the five-hour flight, making him look almost approachable instead of his usual intimidating perfection. "The Valentino Grand opening is tomorrow night. Five hundred guests, every major player in the hospitality industry. We need to be perfect.""We're always perfect," Isabella said, taking his hand. The familiar

Isabella Isabella stood in the penthouse bathroom three days after returning from Vegas, staring at the calendar on her phone with growing dread. She'd been so consumed with Sofia's safety—moving her sister to the Valentino estate under guard, dealing with Antonio's threatening message—that she'd missed an important detail.She was late. Two weeks late.Her hands shook as she set down the phone, her reflection in the mirror showing a woman who looked terrified and pale. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when everything was already spiraling out of control."Isabella?" Dante's voice came through the bedroom. "Marco's here for the security briefing. Are you…." He stopped in the bathroom doorway, his steel-gray eyes immediately cataloging her distress. "What's wrong?""Nothing," she lied, wrapping her arms around herself. "I'm fine.""You're a terrible liar." Dante moved closer, his hand settling on her shoulder. "Talk to me. What happened?"Isabella opened her mouth to deflect,

IsabellaThe Valentino family estate loomed against the night sky like something from a gothic novel—all stone and wrought iron and secrets buried in manicured gardens. Isabella had been here before for family dinners, but always in the public spaces. The grand dining room. The formal parlor. The ballroom where Dante's extended family gathered to discuss business disguised as social events.Never the private wing. Never the personal spaces where Dante actually lived before claiming his father's penthouse."Why are we here?" Isabella asked as Dante's SUV pulled through the gates, Lorenzo's sharp hazel eyes scanning the perimeter from the driver's seat. "You said we needed to talk. I assumed the penthouse…..""Not the penthouse." Dante's steel-gray eyes were unreadable in the dim light. "Somewhere more private. Somewhere I've never brought anyone."Something in his tone made Isabella's pulse quicken. Six months. They'd been married exactly six months today the halfway point of their co