Chapter 40. Hello, Father

Isabella’s mind was plagued with fear and what-ifs. The feeling of dread pooling in her stomach was way worse than the almost breakdown she suffered when her designs in fashion school went missing.

It had only been a few hours since she woke up, but the nervousness was getting too much to handle.

“You’ll be fine. Just breathe,” Alexander provided moral support. “He’s…nice.”

The hesitation made her eyes widen in alarm. “What do you mean by that?”

“By what?” Alexander acted oblivious.

One glare from Isabella had him sighing.

“He’s just different but sort of in a good way.”

“He’s a mafia lord,” her stare was flat.

“Yeah…” Alexander threw her a meaningful look. “Are you okay, though?”

“Yep,” she popped the ‘p’. The room grew silent. “I should be shocked or angry or even feel a sense of betrayal, but I can’t conjure up any emotions,” she sighed in frustration. “Is that bad?”

“Umm. Sort of,” Alexander provided truthfully. “Maybe