Mafia's Only Daughter ✔

60. A Silent Goodbye, A Loud Resolve

Hey guys I hope you all are fine and enjoying the story, there are only a few chapters remaining in this story. I would love to end Isabella's story with your Love. But recently, I'm very disappointed by seeing the number of Votes and Comments on the chapters. You my lovely readers are there, I know you all are reading but why you're not voting on the chapters? I love to read your comments please go back to your normal face. 

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THIRD-PERSON POV:

"I am leaving for India after two days," Isabella announced, leaving Andreano and Leonardo in shock, while her brothers exchanged knowing glances, small smiles gracing their faces—except for Isandro, whose expression remained unreadable.

"But why, Bella?" Leonardo asked his daughter, his concern evident.

"I want to become strong and independent like Andro and Inzoo. I want to make my own identity. That's why I've decided to shift to India, where no one knows me. No one will treat me like the Princess of Italy there. More importantly, I want to train myself to contribute to Andro's business and learn self-defense." Isabella's words tumbled out, determination lacing her voice. Isandro, however, didn't look pleased.

"But, Sunshine, you can start your training here too. We'll treat you like any other employee," Leonardo tried to reason, but Isabella shook her head firmly.

"Dad, people will always treat me differently here, and I don't want that. In India, I can start fresh. I'll work in Andro's company, start training, and learn how to stand on my own two feet so I won't be a burden on you," she explained before walking away, leaving no room for further discussion.

Andreano glanced at his brothers, noting their small smiles. Meanwhile, Isandro quietly left the room, his emotions unreadable.

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ISABELLA'S POV:

Waking up, my eyes ached from the tears I shed in the whole afternoon. I quickly freshened up and changed, deciding to confront Andro about my plans. His room, conveniently located beside mine, had always been empty—a mystery I now understood. Across from my room was Inzoo's room, but I turned to Andro's door, my resolve stealing me.

Before I could knock, Andro stepped out, his expression softening when he saw me. Without a word, I took his hand and led him to Inzoo's room. We sat together on the couch, my heart heavy as I glanced at Inzoo, his peaceful slumber tugging at my emotions. Andro gently brushed his hand over my hair, prompting me to speak.

"I want to become strong," I said, looking into his eyes.

"You're already strong, my bacha," Andro interrupted, but I shook my head.

"Not like this, Bhai. I want to be physically, mentally, and financially strong. I want to learn self-defense and contribute to your business. I don't want to rely on others anymore," I said, my tone firm.

His face darkened, his eyes turning bloodshot red. "You are not joining the Mafia, Isha," he said in a stern voice.

"I don't want to join the Mafia," I clarified quickly. "I just want to learn how to protect myself and my loved ones."

"You don't need to. We are here to protect you, cupcake," he said, his tone softening slightly.

"For how long, Bhai? One day, I'll need to face the world alone. Let me prepare myself," I replied.