My Mafia Brothers

Chp 1:The Secrets they keep

Isabella's life was a vibrant canvas filled with the warmth of her parents love and the vibrancy of her passions -art,books and  photography.Isabella was a bright and cheerful 16 year old girl with a smile that could light up the room.Her laughter was contagious and her  kind personality showed through her bright green eyes which held  nothing but love and sincerity for the people around her.

The girl had striking features ;  chestnut-brown hair that cascaded down her back in luscious waves. Her eyes, a vibrant green, sparkled like emeralds in the sunlight, radiating warmth and kindness .Her gaze was both piercing and gentle, as if she could see right through to the soul. The combination of her brown hair and green eyes created a striking contrast, making her features all the more memorable and enchanting. Her beauty was both delicate and fierce, a true reflection of her inner spirit.

Isabella woke up to a fine morning and went downstairs after getting ready.As she went downstairs the stairs creaked beneath her feet and parents head turned towards her and she greeted them with a smile on her face.Although everything seemed normal she could sense something troubling them.But she brushed it off and started munching on her sandwiches.She finished breakfast while engaging in idle chatter with her mother and wished both her parents goodbye as she headed to school.Her school was not far so she walked to school.As she entered the school premises she scanned the crowd for her friends and went to greet them and chatted away till they reached their class.Her day had been quite normal minus the enormous pile of homework awaiting her.Her stomach groaned as she bade her friends goodbye and headed home.She couldn't wait to reach home and eat lunch her favourite as her mother had promised her in the morning -her mother's homemade lasagna.

As Isabella entered her home, she heard her parents' hushed voices, their tones hinting at a heated discussion. Her curiosity piqued, she approached the room, her name mentioning catching her attention. She peeked through the slightly ajar door, meeting her father's gaze. "Jane," he said, his tone cautionary, as if warning her mother to be quiet. Jane quickly hugged Isabella, her father simultaneously shoving documents out of sight. "How was school, darling?" Jane asked, kissing Isabella's hair, her voice overly cheerful. Isabella sensed the tense atmosphere, her parents' strange behavior over the past few days now making sense. They had been stopping conversations when she entered the room, and she felt like she had stumbled upon a secret they didn't want her to know.
Finally she let out the question the answer to which wanted to know badly.
She looked up at her mother and her father and asked.
"Is something wrong?".

"No love nothing is wrong what made you think so .You must be hungry.I've made your favourite.Go freshen up while I fix a plate for you".She said urging her out of the room.

Isabella's eyes narrowed slightly, her instincts telling her that her parents were hiding something. But her mother's warm smile and reassuring tone put her at ease, and her stomach growled at the mention of her favorite food. She nodded, deciding to let it go for now, and headed upstairs to freshen up. As she washed her hands and splashed water on her face, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. But she pushed it aside and went back downstairs, where her mother had set a steaming plate of lasagna and a side of garlic bread in front of her. She dug in, savoring the flavors and textures, and for a moment, everything seemed normal again. But the nagging feeling in the back of her mind lingered, waiting to pounce again.

Everything had been normal until Isabella finished her homework and came downstairs to chat with her mother and watch some TV. As she entered the room, she saw her mother sitting tensely and her father pacing the living room. Her parents looked up at her, and her father hugged her where she stood, followed by her mother. Her parents were acting really strange. "Bells, we need to talk to you about something," Albert said, exchanging a nervous glance with her mother. "Something we've been wanting to tell you, but we've been waiting for the right moment," Jane added slowly. Isabella wondered what it could be. She would finally get the answer to what had been going on for the past few weeks, whatever her parents had been discussing in hushed tones.

Her father led her mother to the loveseat sofa, where her mother put an arm around her shoulder as they sat facing her father. As Albert was about to speak, Isabella's heart raced with anticipation, eager to finally learn the truth. But just as he opened his mouth to reveal the secrets that had been building up for weeks, the doorbell rang, shattering the tense silence. Her parents exchanged a weighted glance, a look that conveyed a message that whoever was at the door was somehow connected to the revelation that was about to unfold. The interruption was palpable, and Isabella's curiosity was piqued even further.

Author 's Note:

Hello readers!
This my first time writing . Thank you for giving this book a chance it means a lot.

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