Mafia's girl

Chapter 25

       Isabella woke up with a chronic headache and a terrible hangover. She made a cup of coffee and went to the living room. She switched on the TV. Every she tuned, there was news about Alessandro and that "tramp." She was almost loosing her mind. Why wouldn't she just disappear?
       She was trending on all social media platforms and not for the better. They were clowning her all over. She plopped down on the sofa and slowly sipped her coffee.
        Shortly after, her assistant walked in. “Took you long enough” she commented drily before stretching her hands out for the papers. Martha, her assistant hesitated.
        “Martha!!!!” she yelled, gesturing to the papers. Martha hesitated then gave them to her. She grabbed them and there it was staring at her, the picture of Alessandro and Priscah. Bold, on the front page of the papers. It was like they were haunting her.
       She ditched the papers and gulped down the brown liquid a little too quickly.
      “What about my messages?” she asked the shaking assistant.
      “Ma'am, I am afraid I have got bad news” the assistant answered.
      Isabella scoffed. What could be worse than this. “What is it?” she asked the scared Martha.
      “Four of our sponsors called to decline renewal of the contract. About six are taking their time to reconsider.” The phone rang. The assistant picked up. After she hung up, she continued, “Let's make that eleven in total. The other brands we were in talks with are not replying my messages or answering their phones.
     Isabella couldn't say anything. This wasn't what she was expecting. Off course, she was expecting some back stabbing but not to this extent.
     She picked up her phone and dialed her manager/agency's head. It went straight to voicemail. Was he also avoiding her? She looked outside and it was full of reporters.
      “Have you tried getting across to Mr Sam?” she asked the PA. “His secretary said he wasn't in” she replied.
      “Get ready, we are leaving in fifteen minutes” she told Martha. “But ma'am, the reporters” Martha said. “So should I just sit here and watch everything I worked hard for crumble before me?” she replied.
      Few minutes later, they managed to leave the house undetected. They boarded a cab and headed to the agency.
      As she got there, Isabella ran into her archenemy and rival and her croonies.
     “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. It's over for you. Guess how many deals I got between last night and this morning? I guess I have you to thank for that. Don't worry, I would cherish this opportunities.
     All those stories you were busy planting in the press, everyone was kissing up to you because with the way you were carrying on, we were practically waiting for your wedding date to Mr billionaire to be announced.
     As if that was not enough, you had to go throw yourself at him in front of his date at such an event and you had to be put in your place. You know what you are right now? The embarrassment of the modeling world. Once he confirms her officially, it's over for you.
       The little deals you think you have now would be gone like smoke. That's what you get for being a bitch. Gotta run, some of us actually have things to do. See you around or never” she said and strutted off with her gang.
       Isabella was stunned. She regained herself and matched to her managers office. There he was. “I thought you weren't in?” she said storming in. “I just got in” he stammered.
      “Are you also avoiding me?” she hissed out. “Off course not. Isabella, things are really bad right now. The best thing we can do right now is to let things simmer down and pray Portelli group doesn't drop you as the face of their company. Once everyone realizes this, they would come running back with their tail between their legs. That would be pay back time,okay?
       For now, just take time off, go on a vacation. I would sort things out down here” he said. Isabella got up, picked her Birkin and walked out before anyone could see the tears fall.

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Few miles north.
     “Boss you need to see this” Riccardo's right hand man says as he hands the papers containing news about Priscah and Alessandro to him.
      “You were right to let her go” he said smiling. Riccardo collected the papers and stared at it, then sneered.
      “Look at this bastard thinking he can have it all. The billions, the cartel, and now love” he said sarcastically.
      “Well, not on my watch. Watch out old friend, I am coming for you” he added crumpling the paper.

Priscah's POV

     We had barely gotten home that night when Alessandro rushed out after getting a call. My mind told me it had something to do with the message I sent Luke.
     It has been a week now and I still hadn't seen or heard anything from Alessandro or Lorenzo. His calls kept going to voicemail.
      To cap it off, I couldn't go out because hundreds of press literally lived outside the house now.
     It all started the morning after the event, I had woken up early to go for a run. As soon as I got outside the gate, dozens of flashlights and reporters pounced on me. The bodyguards barely got me back in before I was mobbed.
      Since then more reporters joined as soon as word got out we might be living together. I watched in anguish as my scared face popped up in the news.
     From then on, it was mostly speculation. The frequently asked question was if there was a billionaire heir coming.
     My pinstagram page had gone from barely one thousand followers to over a million in a week. Even Pam wasn't left out. Pam now had over three hundred thousand followers on pinstagram.
      My number had somehow leaked and my phone was always dying in a matter of minutes. I had to switch it off.
       Massimo was hounded everywhere he went so he also gave up and just stayed indoors. It was all so unnerving. But despite all this, only one person was on my mind, Alessandro.
         I was worried sick. I was almost loosing my mind when he walked in.
      He looked stressed, like he had barely gotten any sleep since I last saw him. His beards were overgrown and there were bags under his eyes, but he still managed to somehow look incredibly hot.
       Without thinking, I ran and embraced him. There was no denying how much I missed him. As I started to pull back, he hugged me back tightly.
       I finally pulled back. Then the questions flooded out. “Where have you been? Are you okay? Do you know how worried I was? Couldn't you at least take your phone with you or give me a little heads up? How would you like it if I just up and dissapeared and casually strolled back in a week later? I just....” I paused midway when I realised I was blabbing.
       He was looking at me smiling. My cheeks flushed. I turned around to run away as fast as my legs could carry me but he was faster. He caught me and hugged from the back.
       “I missed you too princess” he said in answer to my little tirade.
       “You should go shower. I would bring you something to drink” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
      He nods and reluctantly lets me go. I turn around and head to the kitchen and grabbed some fruits. Twenty minutes later, I headed to his room with the freshly made fruit juice.
     I knocked twice, when he doesn't reply, I open the door and go in.
       There he was, passed out on his giant bed. I set the drink down beside the beds and turn to go.
      Just then, he reaches out and pulls me. I fall on top of him. He traps me so I don't escape.
    “Stay with me for a while” he whispers without opening his eyes. When I stopped struggling, he flips me to my side then hugs me from the back.