Stealing the son of the Mafia King

Living a lie

Isabella's POV

I have been staying with Salvatore and his men for a week now. Tonight we are going to meet his grandmother and grandfather. I know who Jayda and Jason Morgan are, but I never met them personally.

I glare at Salvatore, who is looking me up and down. He had people come and do my hair, nails, and makeup. I hate all this makeup and s**t on my face, and I do not like these fake nails. I like my fingernails short as I work with food all day. I primarily run Charlie's Place and work in the kitchen, trying out new recipes. I like trying out new ideas and inventing new exciting dishes.

"Do I have to wear all this makeup, and how will I get these fake nails off? This is not funny! The bloody dress is too short! Do you want your grandparents to get a heart attack? You know they will think you are marrying a hooker! I can not go like this! What will they think of me?" I say.

"Do you care what people think of you?" Salvatore asks.

"No, but still! I can not go to meet your grandparents like this. I do respect older people, well, most of whom I meet. There are some I do not like. Like my grandparents, but the is personal. Damn, I am talking too much. I do generally not babble like this, but it is because I am nervous. I admire Jayda Morgon. She is a strong woman!" I say.

Salvatore has that lazy smile on his face again. That smile will make any woman's heart beat faster, but I am not any woman! I am Isabella Stevens, and I will not fall for a smile or a sexy body like his! I bet he is the downfall of many women.

"You look beautiful, and the dress is not too short. My grandparents are not old-fashioned. They had two daughters that always dressed up. You need to relax and not take life so seriously all the time." Salvatore says.

"I do not feel comfortable wearing this dress! I can not believe you are taking over my life like this. I will not allow it! I will get dressed in something I feel comfortable with, wash this makeup off my face, and you better find someone to take these fake nails off!" I shout. I am furious.

"I will go with you and watch as you get dressed. I must make sure you are not going to look like you are going to a funeral again," Salvatore says and walks with me up the stairs. I stop in my tracks.

"You are not going to look at me while I get dressed! Salvatore Pistone, get lost! I will not wear black or white I promise I will just get dressed in pants and a jacket!" I shout.

"If you want to get dressed in something else, I will accompany you! We will be late, and I do not like to keep my grandparents waiting," Salvatore says.

I blush as I think of my underwear, and I can not let Salvatore see me in my underwear. I like comfortable lingerie, and what I wear is very revealing because I want to wear almost nothing underneath my clothing.

"Okay, you win! I will go looking like a hooker, but if your grandparents think I am one, it is all your fault." I say.

"Why are you blushing? You do not want me to see you in your underwear? I think a woman like you will wear underwear that looks like something out of the nineteen-twenties, but if you blush like that, I wonder what you are wearing under your clothing." Salvatore says.

"Why would you think I will wear something out of the nineteen-twenties? Anyway, it does not matter. You will never see my underwear." I say. Salvatore says nothing, and we walk down the stairs and out of the house to the waiting car.

"Hmm, are you wearing a g-string?" Salvatore asks. I blush but say nothing. It is not only a g-string but very tiny. I like the way it feels like I am not wearing any underwear. Some people say g-stings are uncomfortable, but it is comfy and makes me feel free. I do not have a bra on as the dress is not made for a bra, and I only wear n****e covers. Salvatore would have gotten a show!

"Shut up and let us go." I say. I am not willing to discuss my underwear with Salvatore Pistone.

"Hmm, I will take that as a yes." Salvatore says, and I can feel him looking at my ass as we walk out. I stop.

"You walk in front! I will not let you stare at my ass the whole time." I say.

"I was just wondering what a g-string will look like on you." Salvatore says.

"Well, keep wondering because you will never know," I say. Salvatore laughs softly, and I glare at him. He takes my hand, and I want to pull away, but he holds on to my hand.

"Stop being so stiff. You are supposed to be my fiance! Oh, yeah, before I forget, you better wear this." Salvatore says as he takes my hand and puts a big diamond ring on my finger.

"Why such a big ring? It is beautiful but must have cost you a fortune for a fake engagement." I say.

"It was my mother's ring, and you can give it back the day we split." Salvatore says.

"Oh no! I am not wearing your mother's ring! I can not! She will turn around in her grave if she knows what you are doing, Salvatore Pistone!" I say. I want to take the ring off, but Salvatore stops me.

"Listen, if we want to make this look legit, you must wear that ring. Everyone in my family knows that the woman I get married to will wear that ring." Salvatore says.

"Fine, but you better give me a replica to wear after tonight. What if something happens to the ring? I will never forgive myself." I say.

"Nothing will happen to the ring. You will not take it off, and you will wear it every day. What is so difficult about that?" Salvatore asks.

"I work with food all day, and I take my jewelry off when I work with pastries. What if someone steals it? What if it falls and I do not realize it? Nope, you better make me a replica. Besides, I will feel better about the fake wedding if I do not have to wear your mother's ring. It feels like we are making a mockery out of her marriage to your father. This ring was sacred to them." I say.

"Fine, stop nagging! I will make a replica tomorrow and have it within a day or two, but in the meantime, you will have to wear my mother's ring!" Salvatore says.

I can see he feels guilty about the ring now that I mentioned his parent's love for each other. That will treat him right for giving me his mother's ring! What was Salvatore thinking?

"Thank you." I say sarcastically.

"You have immense respect for the older generations, don't you? You also show respect for the love of two people. Does that mean you believe in love and want to be loved?" Salvatore asks.

"Please, I have no illusions. I do not believe there is someone that can love me like Paul loved Isabella or your father loved your mother." I say. I know it is true, and I will never get anyone to love me as much as those people love each other.

"Or like your father loved your mother. He gave his life for her." Salvatore says.

"No, he took his life because of her! He was selfish and only thought about himself and his grief. He did not know about the child he was leaving behind. The child, his wife, loved and held in her arms while she was dying." I say.

"You have not forgiven your father, did you? Do you think he was a coward for doing what he did?" Salvatore asks.

"What, are you a psychologist now? Listen, I wouldn't say I like to talk about my parents. Yes, my father was a coward. I do not want to think about or talk about him, but I still want Harmonies because my father was running it, and my uncle took over after my father died. My uncle messed it up, and I need to restore Harmonies for the sake of my family. Isabella Johnson Steven is my inspiration. I can not see that all of Paul and Isabella's hard work goes to waste. But enough about me. Where are we meeting your grandparents tonight?" I ask.

"We will meet them at Charlie's Place, and I will pay for everything and do not expect you to treat us to dinner." Salvatore says.

"No, dinner is on the house. Besides, I am excited for Jayda Morgan to taste my new dessert." I say. I can not believe I am about to meet Jayda Morgan! The doctor Jayda Morgan!

We walk into Charlie's Place, and the person greets me. I ask the staff to prepare a private room for us and to bring Doctor Jayda and her husband to the private room as soon as they arrive. I am not only excited to meet Jayda, and I am also excited to meet her husband as I escaped from reality through the game he created when the real world got too lonely for me. I am nervous as we wait in the room.

"They will not bite. They are just people like you and me." Salvatore says as he sees me clasp my hands together.

He does not understand that I am not good with people and that people scare me. What if they do not like me? I have a reputation for being cold, and I know my nickname in the high circles is the Ice Queen, as Salvatore called me. I know people think, I think I am better than them, but it is because I do not mingle with people and hardly go to any parties I get invited to. There are many articles about me in magazines, as everyone knows I am the new owner of Charlie's Place, and most of the pieces are not flattering. No one likes an outsider.

The door opens, and Jayda and Jason walk in. I get up to greet them. I see Jayda's eyes getting guarded, and I know she does not like me, or maybe she does not like the idea of me being with her grandson. I force a smile on my face. I know it looks fake, but I am so nervous. I tend to pull back when I see people looking at me like that.

"Good evening, Dr. Morgan, Mr. Morgan. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Isabella Johnson..." Before I finish my sentence, Jayda interrupts me.

"I know who you are, but my question is, what are you doing with my grandson?" Jayda asks. She is known for her straightforward ways.

"I am..." I try to say, but Salvatore interrupts me.

"Grandma! Damn, she is already nervous about meeting you, and then you come at her like that." Salvatore says.

"I no, Salva, but I am not buying this bullshit! I know you are only getting married to get Marcelo and Carol off your back, and a person like her will not play along unless you have something she wants!" Jayda says.