In the heart of New York City, where the streets whispered secrets and danger lurked in every shadow, Isabella had learned to navigate her world carefully. The daughter of a powerful mafia boss, she was known as the “Princess,” an alluring title that both shielded and trapped her. Her father’s empire was vast, and with it came expectations—she was to remain untouchable, a pawn in a dangerous game.But the arrival of Marco changed everything. He was new to the scene, a ruthless enforcer with a reputation that preceded him. Tall and brooding, he commanded respect with just a glance. Isabella found herself inexplicably drawn to him, his presence igniting something within her that she had long suppressed. She watched him from afar, but he never seemed to notice her beyond the title she bore.One fateful evening, her father held a lavish gala, a gathering of the city’s most notorious figures. As Isabella moved through the crowd in her elegant gown, she felt eyes on her. Marco stood across the room, a dark figure against the glittering backdrop. Their eyes met, and an electric current passed between them.“Princess,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he approached. The way he said her title sent a shiver down her spine. It was both mocking and possessive, and she hated how much she liked it.“Don’t call me that,” Isabella replied, trying to maintain her composure.“Why not? It suits you. A princess needs a protector, and I’m more than willing to take on the role.” He leaned in closer, his voice low and dangerous. “Especially if that means keeping you safe from all the wolves circling.”The weeks that followed were a whirlwind. Marco became a constant presence in her life, his protective instincts blurring the lines between duty and desire. He would watch over her at family events, his eyes always scanning for threats, and when they were alone, he would draw her into his orbit, leaving her breathless.“Stay close, Princess,” he would say, possessiveness dripping from each word. She would roll her eyes, but deep down, she reveled in his attention.But as their bond deepened, Isabella began to realize that Marco was not just an enforcer; he was a man who had suffered, a man who wielded power but lived in constant fear of losing it. He was driven by his demons, and she could see the darkness swirling within him, pulling him deeper into the shadows of his own making.One night, unable to resist any longer, they found themselves alone in the penthouse of her father’s estate. The air was thick with tension as they stood face-to-face, hearts pounding. Marco reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and in that moment, Isabella knew there was no turning back.“I want you, Princess,” he murmured, his voice laced with an intensity that made her pulse race. “I need you to understand what you mean to me.”“Do you even care about me, or is this just a game?” she challenged, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through her.His gaze hardened, and in a swift motion, he pinned her against the wall, their bodies mere inches apart. “You think I want to play games with you? You’re mine now, whether you like it or not.”Isabella gasped, the force of his words hitting her like a wave. There was no escape, not now. “And if I say no?”Marco’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening slightly as he leaned in closer. “You won’t say no. I’ll make you see that this is where you belong.”In a surge of heated passion, their lips collided, igniting a fire that had long been smoldering. Isabella melted against him, surrendering to the intoxicating thrill of being desired. In that moment, she felt like more than just a princess—she was a woman, fiercely wanted.As their nights turned into a passionate affair, Marco’s possessiveness intensified. He demanded her time, her loyalty, and in return, he showed her a world of pleasure and danger that left her breathless. But the deeper she fell, the more she felt the weight of his expectations.“Do you think you can just walk away from this?” he would ask, his voice low and filled with threat. “You’re mine, Isabella. Forever.”But love was a tangled web, and soon, Isabella found herself ensnared in his world of violence and betrayal. She saw the lengths he would go to protect her, but she also witnessed the ruthless side of the mafia life, where loyalty was bought and sold like currency.When her father discovered their secret, he was furious, ready to destroy Marco. In a fit of rage, he ordered her to end things, to distance herself from the man who had claimed her heart. But Isabella knew there was no turning back.In a final confrontation, Marco stood before her father, a fierce determination in his eyes. “If you want her, you’ll have to go through me.”Isabella felt her heart swell with pride, but fear gnawed at her insides. She loved him, but the stakes were higher than ever.