Mafia's Only Daughter ✔

Chapter 1 The Silent Prisoner

THIRD PERSON POV:

The early morning air in Greece was still and cool at 4 a.m. when Isabella's alarm clock shattered the silence, pulling her out of a restless sleep. She groggily turned it off, her puffy eyes betraying countless nights of exhaustion. This routine had been her life for years so long, she had lost count.

Dragging herself out of bed, Isabella went through her usual morning routine, tidied her modest room, and made her way to the kitchen. Hunger gnawed at her stomach; she hadn't eaten since the morning before. Taking advantage of the quiet house, she scavenged for dry snacks and hurried back to her room before anyone noticed.

After nibbling on a few bites, Isabella opened her school books to study and discreetly worked on her secret business, a venture she had been running since high school. It was a hidden world she had kept to herself, knowing no one in her family cared enough to notice.

By the time she dressed for college in her usual plain clothes, she was already preparing for the challenges of the day. She headed downstairs for breakfast, hoping for a rare meal, but her sister Bianca had other plans. With deliberate force, Bianca bumped into her, sending Isabella to the floor.

The commotion makes their mother come there, who immediately sided with Bianca, as always. Isabella was punished with no breakfast, left to watch as Bianca and the rest of the family enjoyed their meal.

Forced to walk to college as usual, Isabella whispered a polite "Good morning" and "Goodbye" on her way out, though no one ever responded. She hurried to her favorite spot in the college the garden. There, surrounded by vibrant flowers, she spent a few quiet moments talking to the plants and watering them, finding solace where no one else offered it.

When the bell rang, she reluctantly headed to the locker room, silently praying not to run into Bianca. But fate had other plans. As soon as Isabella opened her locker, Bianca and her gang stormed in. Bianca grabbed her by the hair, slamming her head against the locker door.

"You are a pathetic bitch." Bianca spats venomously, her boyfriend chuckling behind her.
"Look at her—so pathetic." He sneered.

The group joined in, mocking Isabella while other students in the room ignored the scene entirely. It was their daily entertainment, and she was their favorite target. After a few more moments of humiliation, the group left, laughing.

Swallowing her pain, Isabella collected her books and went to class. She buried herself in her lectures, finding a brief reprieve from the chaos around her. During the break, while others ate and socialized, Isabella retreated to the library, her sanctuary. She immersed herself in a novel, finding peace in its pages.

As the day ended, Isabella walked home, her mind racing with thoughts of the events that awaited her. Upon entering the house, she was greeted by an unexpected sight guests seated in the living room. Francesca introduced her to them, though Isabella couldn't understand the purpose of their visit.

After the introductions, Francesca sent her to her room, where she finds a dress with a note laying on her small bed.

"Get ready in this dress and come downstairs in 15 minutes. Or face the consequences."

Obediently, Isabella dressed, applied minimal makeup, and styled her hair. When she descended, the room fell silent. Even Francesca seemed momentarily surprised by her transformation. But the admiration was short lived. Isabella was seated beside a man much older than her, someone she hadn't been introduced to earlier.

Francesca instructed her to show him her room. Nervously, Isabella led him upstairs, her hands trembling. When she hesitated at the door, the man spoke in a cold, commanding voice. "After you. It's your room; you must go in first."

Startled, she stepped inside, and he followed, his sharp eyes scanning every corner. The simplicity of the room a single bed, a small study table with books, and a modest cupboard seemed to intrigue him. She settled on the bed at a corner, while he examines her actions. Suddenly his phone rang, receiving he made start talking in a foreign language, which she didn't understand. Isabella's curiosity got the better of her, though she couldn't understand a word.

Catching her curious gaze, he chuckled after ending the call. Embarrassed, she quickly looked away. After a moment, he asked. "What's your name?"

"Isabella Conti." She replied timidly.

With a cold nod, he left the room, and she followed him back downstairs. The silence was heavy until he broke it with his rough voice. "I have no problem with this alliance." He declared, sending a wave of relief through the room.

Francesca's face lit up with joy as the guests discussed further plans. Isabella, however, remained silent, staring at her lap, unable to comprehend the situation. Once the guests left, Dario coldly announced. "You're getting married next month."

Stunned, Isabella stood frozen as Francesca added, "You'll do everything he says, no questions asked."

Her sisters walked away, smirking, while Isabella retreated to her room. Tears streamed down her face as she cried herself to sleep, her world crumbling around her.

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What will happen next ? 

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