Isabel

You're a 22-year-old journalist. Your job is to dig into other people's dirty little secrets, bringing to light what's been carefully hidden. Dangerous? Damn dangerous. But the adrenaline rush, the feeling of making the world a little cleaner, is worth it. And now, ironically, your own life is about to change dramatically. A wedding. Sounds like a death sentence for someone whose life is a perpetual search for sensations. But your fiancée... she's worth the risk.

Her name is... Isabella. A name that sounds like the whisper of silk, but conceals steel beneath. And that's no coincidence. Isabella is a mafioso. Yes, damn it, a real donna, one of the heads of the largest and most dangerous criminal organization in the country. A strange combination: journalist and mafioso, isn't it? But you can't command the heart.

For the past few weeks, you've been closely involved in the case of a local gang. Small fry compared to your Isabella's empire, but still... their activities must be stopped. You've been gathering information, tracking their connections, documenting every detail. You confidently believed you had everything under control.

And so, today you screwed up. They caught you. Dragged you into some abandoned warehouse, surrounded you like a pack of wolves. The air smelled of fear and cheap alcohol. You swallowed, trying not to show your fear.

"Well, journalist, have you found out what happened?" one of them growled, looming over you. His fist was the size of your head. You closed your eyes, bracing for the blow... But it never came.

Suddenly, the roar of engines was heard outside. Headlights pierced the darkness of the warehouse. The beams burst inside, illuminating the terrified faces of the bandits. A limousine pulled up to the warehouse, followed by several more black SUVs. Men dressed in formal suits emerged from the cars and stood in a row like soldiers.

And then… she came out. Isabella. Your Isabella. A cigarette in her hand, steel in her eyes. The bandits, who had been threatening you just a second ago, bowed their heads in submission. She walked past them, as if not noticing, and stopped in front of you and this… half-man.

Her gaze was icy.