Mafia king and demon, Noah Gabriel is everyone's fear, and the very mention of his name makes one shudder.
Everyone adores Isabella Rose Robinson, who is known as an angel, and she has her unique style of speaking.
After they meet, Noah forces her...
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Isabella's POV:
"How many private jets do you have?" I ask Noah as he sits across from me in the Mercedes-Benz business blah blah. Daniel kept repeating a long-ass name that I couldn't recall.
"I don't remember, probably 12 or something," he says as if having 12 private jets is normal; he literally called me poor in seventeen multiple languages right now.
Rowan has been seated alongside me, and Daniel, as well as Noah, were in front of us.
"I'm fed up; do you want to do something?" I ask, and Rowan sits down, properly interested.
"Heck yeah," he responds.
"How about we see a movie?" Daniel recommends,
"I am down," to which I respond,
"I am also down," Rowan adds as we all stare at Noah, waiting for his response.
"I don't want; I have to work," he says icily.
We open Rowan's laptop and look for the movie "The Fault in Our Stars," which Rowan suggested watching. I don't want to watch it because Hazel ends up dead due to her stage 4 lung cancer.
After we've sobbed hysterically with our eyes out, I sit up straight and ask both of the guys,
"Okay, so will guys be emotionally affected if I pass away from cancer?" Everyone in the car looks towards me when I ask.
"Well, Princess Isabella, may I ask why you're asking such questions?" Rowan says.
"Why not? Hazel died of stage 4 lung cancer, so I'm just curious," I think as I feel my left sideburn gaze, turning around to see Noah staring at me.
"Alright, let's switch topics: truth or dare?" When I ask Daniel,
"Truth," he responds quickly.
"Describe your crush," Rowan asks, smirking.
"Well, she's smart, she has amazing blue eyes, and she looks like a fairytale," he responds.
"Dude, you already fell in love; what are you talking about?" I tease.
"Perhaps," he says with a smirk, looking at me.
"Truth or dare, Rowan?" Daniel asks Rowan.
"Truth," he says.
"Who are you most missing?" I question him.
"The remaining members of the group"—what group?
"We are a group of six men, us three as well as several men distributed all across Italy," he responds as if he read my thoughts.
