All Chapters of The Mafia's Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The party was still alive.Music pounded through the mansion, laughter spilling into every corner, glasses clinking as the night stretched deeper into indulgence.But Alessandro Valenti wasn’t enjoying any of it.His eyes scanned the crowd again.And again.And again.“Isabella?”Nothing.No sign of her.His jaw tightened, irritation creeping in.Where the hell did she go?Just moments ago, she had been right there, standing across the room, looking like every fantasy he had imagined brought to life in that dress.And now?Gone.Completely gone.He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, weaving through the crowd, pushing past people who called his name, who tried to pull him into conversations he didn’t care about.Not tonight.Not when he had a plan.Not when tonight was supposed to finally be his moment.“Isabella!” he called again, louder this time.Still nothing.A flicker of annoyance turned into disappointment and then irritation.Because tonight wasn’t just any night.This was

The storm followed him home.Rain lashed against the windows of the Valenti mansion, thunder rolling across the sky as the gates opened and the sleek black car pulled in.Don Lorenzo Valenti stepped out without hesitation.Unaffected.Untouched.The storm outside had nothing on the one brewing inside him.His shoes echoed sharply against the polished floors as he walked in, his presence alone enough to quiet the lingering staff moving about the house.No one dared speak.No one dared ask questions.They could read the tension in his posture.Something had shifted.Something dangerous.Lorenzo didn’t stop until he reached the upper floor.And that was when he saw her.Valeria.Stepping out of Alessandro's room.For a brief second, time seemed to pause.Her hand was still on the door handle, her hair slightly disheveled, her lips parted as if she had just left something… intimate behind.Lorenzo's eyes darkened instantly.Pure, undisguised disgust flickered across his face.Valeria froz

The Rossi estate stood in silence beneath the storm.Unlike the chaos at the Valenti mansion, this house carried a different kind of tension. Quieter, colder, and more calculated.Valeria stepped out of the car, pulling her coat tighter around herself as the rain continued to fall. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble driveway as she made her way inside, her expression no longer soft or emotional like it had been with Alessandro.That version of her was gone.What remained was something sharper.Focused.Purposeful.The moment she stepped into the grand hallway, a guard nodded respectfully.“Miss Rossi. Your father is expecting you.”Of course he was.He always knew.Valeria didn’t respond. She simply continued walking, her pace steady, her mind already shifting gears.Daughter.Weapon.Asset.Those roles blurred too easily in this house.And tonight, she intended to prove she was more than just a daughter.The doors to the study opened without a knock.Inside, Don Silivio Ros

The school grounds buzzed with its usual morning energy.Students moved in clusters, laughter echoing across the courtyard, conversations overlapping in a chaotic rhythm that felt too normal.Because for Isabella Lombardi, nothing felt normal anymore.She walked through the gates slowly, her bag hanging off her shoulder, her steps lacking their usual lightness. Her eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, but her mind wasn’t there.It was elsewhere.Caught between last night and this morning.Between fear and something she couldn’t quite name.Her fingers tightened slightly around her bag strap.The delivery.The gift.The note.All of it made Isabella realize that Don Lorenzo Valenti meant what he said..."you're mine."Isabella exhaled slowly.“Get yourself together,” she muttered under her breath.School.Focus.Routine.Maybe that would help her feel grounded again.Maybe.She had barely taken a few more steps when she heard her name.“Isabella!”Her body stiffened instantly.She di

The final bell rang.A sharp, echoing sound that signaled freedom for most students.But for Isabella Lombardi, it only meant another stretch of time where her thoughts would have room to wander.And lately, that was the last thing she needed.She packed her books slowly, deliberately, as if dragging out the process would somehow delay everything waiting for her outside that classroom.Her mind hadn’t been still all day.Not for a second.Every time she tried to focus, her thoughts drifted to the party.To Alessandro.To that moment.And then, inevitably...to him.Don Lorenzo Valenti.Her fingers tightened slightly around her pen.“Stop it…” she muttered under her breath.She couldn’t keep thinking about him.She shouldn’t be thinking about him.But her body betrayed her every time his face crossed her mind.The intensity.The way he looked at her.The way his voice sounded when it dropped low...Isabella shut her book a little harder than necessary.“I need a break,” she whispered.A