The Mafia King's Unwanted Bride

The night my father disappeared, he called me at 11:47 p.m. and told me not to trust the man whose name I had never heard before. “Isabella, lock your door.” I sat upright in bed. My father's voice was barely a whisper. “Dad? What's wrong?” “Just do it.” I stared at my bedroom door. It was already locked. “You're scaring me.” There was a pause. Then I heard something in the background. A crash. My father's breathing changed. “Dad?” “Listen to me carefully.” My fingers tightened around the phone. “If anything happens to me tonight, you leave the house immediately.” My stomach dropped. “What do you mean, if something happens to you?” “Don't call the police.” “What?” “Don't call anyone, Isabella.” “Dad, where are you?” Silence. Then his voice came again, quieter this time. “Whatever happens, don't trust the Vittoris.” I frowned. “The who?” A loud bang exploded through the phone. My father gasped. Then I heard footsteps. Running. Coming closer. “Dad?” His breathing became ragged. “Isabella…” “I'm here.” “If they find you….” The call cut off. I stared at the screen. Call ended. For three seconds, I couldn't move. Then I called him back. Once. Twice. Three times. Nothing. My father always answered. Always. Even when he was angry. Even when he was busy. Even when I called him at three in the morning because I couldn't sleep. He always answered. I called again. Straight to voicemail. A coldness spread through my chest. “Dad…” The lights went out. I froze. The house fell completely silent. Then the front door opened. Someone had come inside. And suddenly, I understood my father's last words. If they find you… They had found me…….