Mafia's Only Daughter ✔

65 MILAN

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THIRD PERSON POV:

"Bella, my bear." Hearing the familiar voice, her head snapped toward the person.

"Big Bhai... Ande." She mumbled under her breath but quickly composed herself.

He walked toward her but was stopped by the head guards maintaining a protective distance. He looked at them, utterly baffled.

"Tej, Niccolò, move aside now." She commanded, her voice thick and resolute.

"Yes, ma'am." They stepped aside, making way, but not before issuing a stern warning.

"Dare to hurt her, and we will rip you apart." Tej warned, his voice cold as steel.

Andreano raised an eyebrow at their protectiveness and chuckled. "I'm glad she has both of you. Thank you for protecting my sister and keep doing it in the future as well."

Without waiting for their response, he resumed his steps toward her.

"Won't you hug your Ande, Bella?" He teased, opening his arms. Without hesitation, she closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

"I missed you, Big Bhai." She murmured against his chest.

"Andreano, move aside! Let me hug my sister too! Idiotic pig, you're hogging all her time." A grumpy voice interrupted them.

Andreano rolled his eyes but stepped back as Liam came closer.

"Your wife is pregnant, so why are you the one having mood swings?" Isabella teased, chuckling at him.

"Isabella, you know?" A 27-year-old woman standing nearby asked in shock.

"Of course, I know, cognata." Isabella replied, finally stepping away from Andreano's embrace.

Translation: Cognata- Sister-in-law

The woman standing amidst the guards was none other than Isabella Romano the Only Daughter of the Italian Mafia. The One and Only Daughter of the Romano's. But this version of her was entirely different, leaving them stunned.

"What did you think? That if you didn't tell me, I wouldn't find out? Huh?" Isabella asked, walking toward her cognata.

"It's not like that, Bella. I mean, Isabella. Please forgive me. I won't do it again. Next time, you'll be the first person I tell, I promise." The woman stammered; her tone laced with fear.

"Even if you didn't tell me, did you think I wouldn't find out?" Isabella raised an eyebrow. "Who do you think has been fulfilling your midnight cravings for ice cream, chocolates, pancakes, and avocado toast sandwiches?"

The woman gasped. "It was you? Oh my God, my Bella is the best! You love me more than my own husband. From now on, I'm living with you. Just take me with you, baby sister pretty please!"

Shaking her head at her cognata's antics, Isabella couldn't suppress a small smile.

"Baby, what will I do without you and our munchkin? Don't do this to me, please." Liam whined, looking at his wife with exaggerated despair.