The Don's Daughter's

Previously

…He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me, a silent promise of protection. “Bella,” he murmured against my hair, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine, “some secrets are buried for a reason. But some truths… some truths have a way of clawing their way to the surface.” His words offered no comfort, only a deeper layer of mystery. My father’s gambit was set, and Marco, my dearest friend, was entangled in its threads. The night was no longer just a canvas for starlight; it was a stage for a drama I was only beginning to understand, a drama where loyalty was currency, betrayal was a weapon, and love was the most dangerous gamble of all.