15 year old Isabella is kidnapped by her Mum when she was 4 because her Mum couldn't bare going through a divorce in the slightly toxic Italian mafia setting. She takes her only daughter with her but soon turns to alcohol and drugs so sends Isabella...
Dad POV I was sat in a smart old money office. How my ex wife could afford to send our daughter here was a mystery to me. She left with nothing so she had probably fucked another rich man. 11 years ago I had woke up and my wife and 4 year old daughter were gone. My wife had been very distant and grumpy for the last few months before she left but it was still a huge shock. My men searched everywhere for them but she must of changed her names and gone very rural. Me and the boys were heartbroken but we just had to try and move on.
My first interaction with my daughter that I thought was gone forever was strange. She didn't seem to remember me. And that hurt. I was just glad that when I got a call a few days ago to ask for a blood sample I don't put the phone down thinking it was the Russians messing us around. Then I got my private jet to go straight to England. I hadn't told any of the boys in case it went wrong or she wasn't actually my daughter but I could recognise her nose and eye shape.
"When did you last see her?" The headteacher said, breaking me out of my trance. "When she was 4." I then realised that I knew nothing about teenage Isabella so I asked the man. "Isabella is a great kid. She messes about and is confident but she gets her work done. She gets quite a few detentions but not for anything bad. She's got like 5 this term for parties and her and her friends snuck out one night. She's just a teenage girl living her life." The headteacher said. "I've got my hands full then" I half joked and half worried. I'm too old for a troublemaker! It's fine though, her brothers will get her into line.
I went to go find Isabella and take her home. As I walked out onto the large field by the school where all the kids were sitting for their lunch break I found Isabella
(Imagine they are all in school uniform and Isabella is in the middle)
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I stood watching from a distance. Isabella was lying in the middle laughing loudly whilst lying in the middle. For a second I regretted taking her away from the place she was so clearly loving but I just knew she had to know her family.
As I got closer she realised that I was here and started saying goodbye to all her friends. As she was saying goodbye to a ginger haired girl, the girl said "bye bye Belles" and it got me thinking, will she mind me using a nickname?
She then said goodbye to one of the boys and proceeded to kiss him right in front of me. I decided just this time to only give her a glare but I would be sure to tell her later no dating until she was at least a bit older. I decided to chance it with a nickname saying "time to go belle" which earned me a glare back from her. Clearly we weren't quite there yet.
As we walked to the car I had hired there was an awkward silence. "So where are we actually going?" Isabelle piped up. "Italy" I simply said back as we had reached the black Bentley that would take us to the airport. As soon as we got in I turned to the driver to tell him where to go and as soon as I looked back round to my principessa she already had her headphones in and was staring intently out of the window. I guess I would have to wait to get to know her more.
