Mafia king and demon, Noah Gabriel is everyone's fear, and the very mention of his name makes one shudder.
Everyone adores Isabella Rose Robinson, who is known as an angel, and she has her unique style of speaking.
After they meet, Noah forces her...
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Isabella's POV: "How many private jets do you have?" I ask Noah, my eyes narrowing in disbelief as we sit across from each other in the sleek Mercedes-Benz business van. Daniel had rattled off the vehicle's long, complicated name earlier, but who really cares?
Noah shrugs nonchalantly. "I don't remember. Probably twelve or something." His tone is casual, as if owning a dozen private jets is just another Tuesday. It's like he just called me poor in seventeen different languages.
Rowan, seated beside me, leans in, clearly catching onto my disbelief. Meanwhile, Daniel and Noah sit across from us, Noah engrossed in his laptop while Daniel stares out the window.
"I'm bored. Want to do something fun?" I ask, turning to Rowan, who perks up immediately.
"Heck yeah," he responds with enthusiasm.
"How about a movie?" Daniel suggests, glancing up from his screen.
"I'm down," I say, shrugging.
"Same here," Rowan adds, grinning. We all look expectantly at Noah, waiting for his response.
"I'll pass. I have work to do," he replies, his voice icy and distant.
Ignoring Noah's grumpiness, Rowan pulls out his laptop. After some debate, we settle on *The Fault in Our Stars*. I wasn't thrilled with the choice—cancer movies hit too close to home—but I didn't want to be the killjoy.
By the end of the movie, we're all sniffling, tears streaking our faces. I sit up, wiping my eyes, and decide to throw a curveball.
"Okay, serious question. Would you guys be emotionally affected if I died of cancer?" The car falls into a stunned silence as everyone turns to look at me.
"Princess Isabella, why would you even ask that?" Rowan says, his tone a mix of concern and curiosity.
"Why not? Hazel died of stage four lung cancer, and it got me thinking." I shrug again, but I can feel Noah's intense gaze on me from across the car. When I turn to meet his eyes, the worry there is unmistakable.
"Let's change the subject. Truth or dare?" I suggest, eager to steer away from the heavy topic.
"Truth," Daniel replies quickly, grateful for the shift.
"Describe your crush," Rowan prompts with a teasing grin.
Daniel's eyes soften as he answers. "She's smart, has these amazing blue eyes, and looks like she stepped out of a fairytale."
I raise an eyebrow, smirking. "You've definitely fallen hard, haven't you?"
"Maybe," Daniel says, his smirk matching mine as his gaze flicks to me.
