I S A B E L L A
My mother gasps softly, her hand flying to her mouth as she stares at Angelo in horror, the revelation of the Antonellos wanting me dead now hanging in the air. My father's face darkens, his eyes narrowing as fury begins to simmer beneath his composed exterior.
"What?" I whisper, my voice barely audible. I can't believe what I'm hearing. I knew the Antonellos wanted me dead... but now I'm hearing that they offered Angelo money to do it?
Angelo turns to me, his gaze steady, but still his eyes flash with concern.
"I rejected the offer immediately," he says, his tone calm as he stares right at me. "But you needed to know. Now that we are married, they see both our families as a threat."
I can barely process the words, let alone the reality that Angelo is calmly telling me
