Chapter Twenty Nine As Declan turned to Stella and Clara, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, Stella's voice cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving."I have nothing to sort out with you," she said, her tone laced with bitterness. "I saw you cheating on me with the nurse. I hate you, Declan. I want a divorce desperately."Declan's heart sank at her words, a heavy weight settling in his chest. He opened his mouth to respond, to plead with her, but she cut him off with a sharp gesture."Stop saying that," she spat, her eyes blazing with anger. "We just recently got married, and you've already shattered everything."Declan felt like the ground had fallen out from beneath him. He reached out a trembling hand towards her, desperate to explain, to make things right, but she turned away, rolling her eyes in disgust.Without another word, Stella stormed off towards the car, leaving Declan stranded on the sidewalk, his world crumbling around him. He watched her go, his heart achin
Chapter Thirty The sleek Ferrari navigated through narrow, winding streets until it reached a part of town Declan barely recognized. Dilapidated buildings lined the road, their windows shattered and covered with grime. The air was thick with the stench of decay and garbage, assaulting his senses and making his stomach churn.The woman parked the car and stepped out, motioning for Declan to follow. He hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the desolate surroundings, but his desperation to find his sister pushed him forward.As they walked, Declan scanned the area, his eyes darting from one homeless person to another. Ragged figures huddled in doorways and makeshift shelters, their faces etched with hardship. He searched for any sign of his sister, but none of the faces looked familiar.His head began to throb, the pain intensifying with each passing second. Memories he had tried to bury deep within his mind started to resurface, chaotic and disjointed. Images of his sister's laugh
Chapter Thirty One The lady was so scared, so she picked up her phone to call a number. "Hello, I need help. I have an unconscious man who is bleeding under my arms right now!" she screamed into the phone. "Is he dead? Do you need us to dispose of him?" the person she called asked. "No, I can't dispose of him! What if someone catches me?" she panicked, her voice shaking. "This is too risky." The man on the other end of the line sighed, rolling his eyes. "Isabella, we're bigger than the police. Remember who you are. You're the daughter of a powerful mafia lord, and your father loves you too much to let anything happen to you." As she continued to panic, a black SUV pulled up beside her. A burly man in a tailored suit stepped out, his face a mask of irritation and concern. "Isabella, what are you doing close to the homeless station?" he demanded. "Are you sure this man isn't homeless? I think we should dump him here. His clothes are too basic, and I don’t think anyone of imp
Chapter Thirty Two Isabella couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered as she worked on Declan's wounds. Marco's grumbling echoed in the background, but she tuned it out, focusing solely on the man before her. The blood had slowed to a trickle, but he was still unconscious, his face deathly pale. She cleaned and bandaged the wound as best as she could, but it was clear he needed more than just first aid. "We need to call a doctor," she said firmly, glancing at Marco. "Someone we can trust." Marco scoffed. "And who exactly is that? In our world, trust is a luxury we can't afford." Isabella bit her lip, frustration boiling within her. "I'll call Dr. Ramirez. He owes us a favor." "Fine," Marco grumbled, leaning against the wall. "But this is your mess, Isabella. I hope you know what you're doing." Isabella ignored him, pulling out her phone and dialing Dr. Ramirez's number. The phone rang twice before he picked up. "Isabella, it's late. What do you need?" Dr. Ramirez
Chapter Thirty Three Declan limped out of the safe house, the pain from his wound a constant reminder of his mission. The city was dark and silent, the streets empty. He clutched the ring in his hand, the neon blue flame flickering as if it sensed his desperation. He had to find his sister. Nothing else mattered. He wandered from one homeless shelter to another, asking about a seventeen-year-old girl. Each time, the answer was the same. No one had seen her. He described her as best as he could, but without his phone, he had no picture to show them. Frustration gnawed at him as he trudged through the cold night. At one shelter, an old man shook his head sympathetically. "Sorry, son. Lots of young girls come through here, but none match your description." Declan thanked him and moved on. The hours passed in a blur of disappointment and growing despair. He checked alleyways, parks, and underpasses, calling out her name, hoping for a miracle. But the city remained silent, offering n
Chapter Thirty Four Isabella smirked as she ended the call. Dr. Ramirez had played his part perfectly. She dialed another number, her voice low and filled with satisfaction when it connected."The deal and mission have been achieved. The tracker on Declan’s body is working perfectly. We can see his every move," she reported.There was a brief pause before the voice on the other end replied, "Excellent work, Isabella. Continue to monitor him closely."She ended the call, turning to Marco with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Unlock his phone," she ordered. "We need to find out more about him."Marco fumbled with the phone, his thick fingers awkwardly tapping at the screen. After a few minutes of futile attempts, he looked up, frustration evident on his face. "I can't do it," he admitted.Isabella's eyes narrowed. "You're stupid and dumb," she snapped. Marco flinched at her harsh words, but he quickly composed himself and offered a meek apology."I'm sorry, Isabella.""Go and have it fi
Chapter Thirty FiveIsabella stayed in her bedroom, scrolling through Declan’s phone and noting the wealth of information. Her excitement was palpable; this phone was a goldmine. But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening again. Richard walked back in, his eyes narrowing as he approached her."Isabella," he said, his voice sharp. "Do you have Declan's phone? Did you find anything tangible in it? He's always talking about how important he is, and it seems like he's in contact with some exclusive rich men—business tycoons and politicians."Quickly, Isabella slipped Declan’s phone behind her bed, her heart racing. "No, I didn’t see anything," she lied smoothly. "Declan’s phone isn’t with me."Richard's eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, his demeanor menacing. "You know how much I can destroy your life if you lie to me, right?"Isabella nodded, trying to hide her fear. "Come on, baby," she cooed, her voice softening as she moved closer to him. "I’ll do anything
Chapter Thirty SixAs they lay intertwined, the sudden sound of a phone ringing broke the intimate silence. Richard's eyes flicked toward the sound, originating from behind the bed. His expression immediately darkened with suspicion."What's that?" he demanded, his voice sharp and icy.Isabella's heart skipped a beat. Panic surged through her as she realised Declan’s phone was still behind the bed. Thinking quickly, she moved to distract Richard, but he was already getting up to investigate."Wait!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with feigned urgency. She grabbed his arm, her eyes wide. "Please, don't go there."Richard stopped, his eyes narrowing as he turned to look at her. "Why shouldn't I?" he asked, his tone dangerously low.Desperate, Isabella did the only thing she could think of. She yanked him back towards her and, with a dramatic flourish, began tearing at her dress, exposing more of her skin. "Because," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire, "I want y