Chapter 10 - The Sovereign
Isabella didn't look at Dante with love. She looked at him with a profound, terrifying pity.
"Yes, you were," Isabella agreed coldly.
She turned to her guards. "Put Valentina in the trunk. The Moroni family failed tonight, and they are going to need someone to blame. Let them deal with their own spy."
Valentina screamed hysterically as the guards dragged her away from the private jet, her red designer coat dragging on the concrete. Her life in the criminal underworld was completely over.
Isabella turned back to Dante. The powerful, handsome mafia boss looked completely ruined, standing in front of the woman he had severely underestimated.
"Isabella, I swear on my life, I will earn your trust back," Dante begged, reaching out to touch her arm. "I will do whatever it takes. The empire is ours."
Isabella stepped back, entirely out of his reach.
"The empire is mine, Dante," Isabella stated, her natural beauty radiating absolute, unbreakable power. "I saved the docks. The men answer to me now. You took off your ring, and you made your choice."
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Isabella turned around and walked gracefully up the stairs of the private jet. The door closed, sealing Dante out forever. He stood alone on the freezing tarmac, watching the jet engines roar to life, forced to realize that in his arrogant attempt to find a new queen, he had completely lost his kingdom.
If your partner betrayed you, would you have the strength to save their empire just to take it for yourself?
