Stealing the son of the Mafia King

Isabella POV My name is Isabella Stevens, daughter of Charles and Elize Stevens. My grandparents are Tammy and Clark Stevens. Not that they want to know me. I bought my family's business because no one wants to run Charlie's Place anymore. Everyone has other companies they are running, and Bella went back to her designing business, not in the mood to run Charlie's Place anymore as it is long hours, and she says she is getting too old for it. Well, I am the daughter of their son, Charles. He and my mother met in primary school and have been together since then. They got married at a young age, and not long after, my mother gave birth to me, but as she gave birth to me, she only held me for a few minutes to say my name was Isabella. No one knows what went wrong. She started bleeding, and they could not stop the bleeding. She died the same night I was born. My father could not live without her, and he went home and shot himself. I was left alone, but my grandparents took me in because they could not give me away, as they were the mighty Stevens family. When I was old enough, they shipped me to a boarding school. I do not think it was because they hated me but because I reminded them much of my father and mother. I do not know. I never came home again, as they put me at the school that paid for me but never came to fetch me during the holidays. During school holidays, I was shipped to every camp or other activity so they did not have to see my face. I was not even brought home for the festive seasons and was volunteered by my grandparents to work. My great-grandparents are still alive, Charlie and Valerie, but I do not know them much, as my grandparents kept me away from them. Even as a child, I had to eat in the kitchen with the servants even when the family was there. My grandmother could not stand to see me as I looked like my great-great-grandmother, Isabella Johnson Stevens, who started Charlie's place from scratch when her family did not accept her. That is why I feel so close to her. I feel like I am in the same boat as her and must save her legacy. That is my sad story of not being accepted by my family. I went to culinary school after school with the money I inherited from my parents. I also bought Charlie's Place but did not have enough money to purchase Harmonies. My uncle, Conner Steven, the youngest of my grandparent's children and spoiled rotten, is running Harmonies, but he is not good at it, and I know he would ruin the business if he did not already. I am ready to buy it from him now and need to see him. I have to go to Houston and do not look forward to seeing him and his family. I do not like his children or him, as they constantly bullied me when I was young. I do not know much about what is happening in the family, but I do know enough, as the workers at Charlie's place keep me updated. They have worked for the Steven family for many years and are glad that I took over Charlie's home as they all know Isabella Johanson Stevens' history and how hard she worked for this restaurant and named it after her son Charlie. I am getting ready to leave on my private plane. I am wealthy as I rebuild and reinvent Charlie's Place to keep it up to date with all the new trends. People love coming to Charlie's Place as it is one of the biggest restaurants in America, and it is classy. All the rich and famous love to eat at Charlie's Place, but lately, Harmonies have been going downhill, and I am worried that Harmonies will go down, and it will all be Conner Stevens' fault. I am sitting in my private jet feeling like Isabella when she returned to Houston with her son, Charlie. The only difference is, I had no one to love. She had Charlie. I feel alone and lonely, as always. I never made friends as no one wanted to be my friend in school and teased me for not being good enough for the Stevens family. My heart is broken when I think of what could have been if my father were not as selfish and thought about the baby he left behind or if my mother did not die so suddenly. Oh well, I do not feel sorry for myself. My childhood and everything I went through made me stronger than anyone in the Steven family. I do not know how to love, but if I have children in the future, I will make sure they will always feel loved. Motherly love is an instinct, and I will know how to love them, but will I trust anyone to love me? I do not know, as I do not know how love feels. I never received love in my life. I am cold-hearted. The people working for me are the closest I have to a family, and they are all scared of me as I do not like mistakes. I admit I am a strict boss, but I pay well and give them great benefits, so I expect them to provide me with their best. I get off the plane to see my uncle. As I walk into his office in Houston, he is busy packing. "Why are you packing, uncle? What have you done? Did you sell Harmonies?" I ask. "Haha, look who the cat dragged in. You do look like my great-grandmother, Issy." My uncle says. They all refuse to call me Isabella or Bella. They call me Issy as I am not good enough to be named after their great-grandmother. "Whatever! What have you done?" I ask again. "Listen, kid, I was owing the wrong people, and to save my own ass and that of my family, I had to sell to Salvatore Pistone." My uncle says. Why does the name sound like someone out of the Italian Mafia? "Who is Salvatore Pistone, and where can I find him?" I ask. "I will tell you where he is and hope he kills you like you killed your mother and made my brother..." My uncle starts, but I have had enough of him already. "Enough with your bloody bullshit! Where can I find him, and is he part of the Mafia?" I ask. I need to know what I am walking into. "Yes, he is." My uncle says, looking at me as if he sees me for the first time. "You are pathetic! I think you are one of the worst people I know! Why in hell's name will you borrow money from the Mafia? Did you sell Harmonies to him or give him Harmonies? How much do you f*****g owe him?!" I shout. "More than you have! Do not talk to me like that!" My uncle shouts back. "How should I talk to a pathetic loser like you? You sold the family's legacy to a stranger! Or instead, you gave it away to a stranger! You have no pride and are spoiled too much because you were born at a later stage of grandmother's life! You do not deserve to be called a Stevens!" I shout. I am furious. I know he gambles and that he gambled away Harmonies. "You have no right to call my mother your grandmother. She does not even want to see you." My uncle says. "Where can I find Pistone?" I ask. "At the Johnson Hotel. He is renting the penthouse, but I doubt he will see you," My uncle says. "He will have no choice. Unlike you, I have a backbone and can work with money! i***t!" I shout again. "What is going on here?" I hear my grandmother ask from the door. I know her voice as she always shouts at me for no good reason. I turn around and see Tammy Stevens looking at me with a frown. "Hello, grandmother. Your precious son lost Harmonies because he is a bloody loser and gambled it away," I say calmly. I can not help to smile as I see her face go white with anger. I am not afraid of her anymore. She can scream all she wants to. Today, I am furious with all of them. How could they allow Harmonies to land in the hands of the Italian Mafia? "How dare you talk to your uncle that way? Who are you to judge anyone? You are the reason my children are gone," She shouts. "Call me what you always wanted to call me, a murderer! Well, at least I still care about the Stevens family's legacy," I say. "I never called you a murderer," She says softly. "No, but when you say I killed your children, you may as well call me a murderer," I say. I walk past her and feel her wanting to grab my arm and apologize, but I pull away as I do not want them to touch me. "Issy ..." She starts, with tears in her eyes. "Don't call me that. I am Isabella Stevens, and do not touch me! I have no family anymore and will save the Stevens legacy alone. Do not touch me or apologize for your true feelings towards me. I am sure my parents will understand why you or your husband could never love me," I say. I do not want her to try and love me, and she did when I was young, but she could never touch or hug me. I leave the building, not caring that my grandmother is crying. How many tears did I shed over the years when I was a child and alone? Did they care? No! They left me alone in this world without anyone to love me. So, sorry if I do not give a s**t about Tammy or Clark Stevens. As a matter of fact, I do not give a s**t about any Stevens. They all knew about me and did not care enough to even check on me. The only one that would call occasionally was my aunt Sherley, but she never visited me. She is married, has a family, and was my father's twin. She hoped I would not answer my phone because I was dead like my father. I am not a weakling like him, though. I will not take my own life and show them all that I am as good as Isabella Johnson. I will even take on the Italian Mafia to prove that. I bet Isabella Johnson would have taken on the Mafia if she had been in my shoes. It is our family's legacy, and if no one else cares, I sure as hell do. As I walk out of the building, I see an old couple walking toward the building. "Mother?" The old man asks. "I think I am too young to be your mother, great-grandpa," I say. I know it is Valerie and Charlie. I can not blame them for losing Harmonies, as they are old. I bet they are here to hear what is happening, as they must know by now that Conner has lost Harmonies. "I do not have a great-grandchild that looks like my mother," Charlie says. I nod and want to walk away. "It is Issy, Charlie," Valerie says. "Oh, Charles' child?" Charlie asks. "Yes. Let me look at you, child," Valerie says, but I step back as they want to touch me. I am not used to being touched. "It is okay. You do not have to call me your great-grandchild. I am nothing of yours. I am just the murderer of your grandchildren," I say bitterly. Valerie looks at me in shock. "Who calls you that?" She asks. "Who cares. I do not need any of you. I will be leaving now as I was too late to save Harmonies, but I will get it back," I say as I walk away. "Why is the child so bitter?" Charlie asks Valerie. "Because we did not care about her. What did we do? Why did we let this happen?" Valerie says. Tears are running down her old wrinkled cheeks. I smile. So many tears spilled over me today. f**k, as if any of them care.