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All Chapters of The Mafia's Princess: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Twenty One

As Isabella Lombardi stepped off the bus, her mind still tangled in unease with everything Valeria had said.Something didn’t sit right.Her pace quickened as she approached her apartment building, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.Her mother.The word echoed in her mind again.Urgent.That was what Valeria had said.But the moment Isabella stepped into the compound, her steps slowed.Then stopped.Because parked directly in front of her building, was a car she didn’t recognize.Sleek. Black. Expensive.Out of place in a neighborhood like hers.Her heart skipped.A strange feeling crept up her spine.Then the driver’s door opened.Isabella's breath caught instantly, because the man stepping out of the car was the last person she expected to see.Don Lorenzo Valenti.Her pulse skyrocketed.“What…?”The word barely left her lips.He closed the car door slowly, his movements calm, controlled, as though he had all the time in the world.As though this moment had been ine

Twenty Two

The drive felt longer than it actually was.Not because of distance, but because of the silence.Isabella sat beside him, her hands folded tightly in her lap, her thoughts racing faster than the car cutting through the quiet streets.She had no idea where he was taking her.And yet, she hadn’t asked him to stop.That alone unsettled her.The city gradually faded behind them.Its noise, its chaos, its crowded energy, replaced by something calmer.More secluded.By the time Lorenzo finally slowed the car, Isabella noticed something immediately.This place he had brought her to, felt hidden.The road was lined with tall trees, their branches forming a natural canopy overhead. The houses here were spaced far apart.Private, distant, almost secretive.Lorenzo turned into a driveway.The gates opened automatically.And then she saw it.A house.Beautiful.Elegant.But not in the loud, extravagant way she had seen at the Valenti mansion.This one was different.It felt…peaceful.Warm.Almost

Twenty Three

The moment shattered.Like glass breaking under pressure.Isabella's eyes flew open.Reality came crashing back all at once.What was she doing?Her hands pressed against Lorenzo's chest, and this time...she pushed hard.The distance between them returned suddenly, her breath uneven, her chest rising and falling too fast.“No…” she whispered, shaking her head as she took another step back.Lorenzo didn’t move.But his eyes stayed on her.Dark.Steady.Watching.“What are you doing?” Isabella asked, her voice trembling now, not just from fear, but from something far more complicated.“Kissing you,” he replied calmly.“That’s not what I meant!” she snapped, her emotions finally spilling over. “This—this is wrong!”The word echoed in the room.Wrong.Isabella wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to hold onto what little control she had left.“You’re my boyfriend’s father,” she continued, her voice shaking. “We shouldn’t even be in the same room like this, let alone—”She stopped

Twenty Four

The air in the bedroom had shifted to something heavy.Something dangerous.Isabella could feel it in the way her breath had changed.In the way her heart refused to slow down.In the way Lorenzo was looking at her.Like she was the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment.And that terrified her, because a part of her…liked it.Too much.Don Lorenzo stood close, too close.His presence wrapping around her like an invisible force she couldn’t escape. His hand was still resting lightly on her waist, as if he hadn’t quite decided whether to pull her closer… or let her go.But Isabella knew, if he pulled her again she might not have the strength to resist.And that thought alone made her chest tighten.“I shouldn’t be here…” she whispered, her voice barely steady.Lorenzo didn’t move.Didn’t step back.Instead, his gaze softened just slightly, though the intensity never left his eyes.“Where else would you want to be right now?” he asked quietly.Isabella shook her head quick

Twenty Five

The drive back felt even longer.There was complete silence.It stretched between them, thick and heavy, pressing against Isabella's chest until it became hard to breathe.She sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fingers intertwined tightly on her lap.The soft hum of the engine was the only sound filling the car, and her heartbeat.Isabella swallowed, staring straight ahead, afraid that if she looked at him again… she might lose whatever fragile control she had managed to gather.Because just minutes ago, she had been in his arms.Kissing him.Wanting him.Her chest tightened at the memory.“Get a grip,” she whispered inwardly.But it wasn’t that simple.Nothing about Don Lorenzo Valenti was simple.Then, her phone rang.The sudden sound cut sharply through the silence, making her flinch.Her heart skipped.She glanced down at the screen.And froze.Alessandro.For a moment, she didn’t move.Didn’t breathe.Didn’t think.Then slowly, her gaze lifted meeting Lorenzos'.He had alread

Twenty Six

Alessandro Valenti was not used to waiting.He especially wasn’t used to being ignored.Yet here he was, pacing back and forth across his bedroom like a caged animal, his jaw tight, his hands running through his hair in frustration.Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.The clock on the wall seemed louder than usual, mocking him with every passing second.His phone lay silent on the bed.Isabella hadn’t called back.Hadn’t texted.Hadn’t done anything.And that alone was enough to irritate him beyond reason.“What is her problem?” he muttered under his breath, stopping abruptly in front of the mirror.He stared at his reflection.Perfect hair.Sharp features.Wealthy background.Confidence carved into his expression.Girls usually fell over themselves just to get his attention.They chased him.Not the other way around.So why was Isabella different?Why was she so difficult?His jaw tightened.“I don’t chase,” he said quietly to himself.But lately it felt like he was doing exactly that.And he ha

Twenty Seven

The next morning arrived too quickly for Isabella.Sleep had barely touched her, every time she closed her eyes, her mind replayed everything.Lorenzo's voice, his touch, the way he had looked at her like she already belonged to him, and then there was Alessandro.His call.His questions.His expectations.It was all too much.By the time she got to school, her head was pounding, her thoughts tangled beyond repair. She barely noticed the chatter around her as she walked through the gates, her grip tightening on her bag.But she knew one thing, she needed answers.And there was only one person who could give them.Valeria.She spotted her almost immediately, standing near the lockers, laughing with two other girls, looking as carefree as ever.As if nothing had happened.As if she hadn’t interfered in Isabella's life the day before.Isabella steps slowed slightly.Her eyes narrowed, as she walked straight toward her.“Val...”Her tone was calm.But firm.Valeria turned instantly, her f

Twenty Eight

Isabella Lombardi stood in front of her mirror for what felt like the hundredth time.And still, she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.The girl staring back at her didn’t look like her.Not the quiet, reserved Isabella everyone at school knew.Not the girl who preferred simple dresses and soft colors.Not the girl who had once been too shy to even hold Alessandro's hand in public.This version of her?She looked… dangerously bold.Her fingers slowly trailed over the fabric of the outfit Valeria had sent earlier that afternoon.A rabbit costume.But not the playful, childish kind.No.This one was fitted.Too fitted.The soft material clung to her curves in a way that made her hyper-aware of her own body. The onesie hugged her waist, her hips, outlining every detail she wasn’t used to displaying.The neckline dipped just enough to feel inappropriate… yet deliberate.The sleeves stopped just above her wrists, while the shorts cut high enough to expose more of her thighs than s

Twenty Nine

The party's venue was alive.Lights blazed across the sprawling hall, music thumped through the walls, and laughter spilled into every corner of the night.And tonight… it wasn’t just a party.It was a spectacle.Students flooded the halls and outdoor spaces, dressed in high-end formal attire that ranged from, Floor-length evening gowns, sleek cocktail dresses, tuxedo-style jumpsuits. The men wore black tuxedos. It was a night for refined looks.At the center of it all stood Alessandro Valenti.In a black tuxedo.But unlike everyone else… he wasn’t relaxed.He wasn’t enjoying the party.He was waiting.His gaze kept drifting toward the entrance.Again.And again.And again.“She’s coming, relax.”One of his friends clapped him on the shoulder, laughing lightly. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a girl before.”Alessandro forced a small smirk.“I’m not worried,” he replied.But that was a lie.And deep down, he knew it.Because this wasn’t just about seeing Isabella.This was about

Thirty

Don Lorenzo Valenti's study, was partially dark, with low lighting. He stood by the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his gaze fixed on the night outside.But his mind?There was nothing still about it.Isabella Lombardi.She had been on his mind far more than he cared to admit.More than was acceptable.More than was wise.His grip tightened slightly around the glass.He hadn’t reached out to her.Not once.Not after that day.Not after she stopped him.His jaw flexed.It wasn’t rejection that bothered him.No.It was something else.Something deeper.Something he couldn’t ignore.The way she looked at him.The way she responded to him.Even when she tried not to.Even when she fought it.Lorenzo exhaled slowly.“She’s still with him…” he muttered under his breath.The thought alone was enough to darken his expression.His son.Alessandro.The very idea of them together now felt…Wrong.Unacceptable.His fingers tapped lightly against the glass.“She should’ve ended it already.

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