UNDERWORLD
WHISPERS 🩸
{SECRETS OF THE DARK}
THEME: sëx AND POWER 🔞
CHAPTER 22🦋23: Isabella Ascension
WRITTEN BY NOORIE Q
Dawn had already broken, but Mirabella couldn’t stop her tears.
Her eyes were swollen and red as she lay in the bathroom, smoking and drinking.
The door swung open, and Vincenzo entered. He knelt to her level and reached for the bottle of whiskey. “Come on, you need to freshen up,” he urged, helping her to her feet.
She stumbled, struggling to regain her composure. A walking corpse would have more vitality than she did.
Gently, he guided her to the jacuzzi tub, where she reclined. He carefully applied soothing gel to her body.
“I was never the daughter he wanted,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Who ever said that? You’re the perfect daughter any man could wish for,” Vincenzo declared, lifting her chin.
Their eyes locked, and she embraced him tightly.
“Everything will be alright, okay?” he reassured her, planting a kiss on her hair.
After the lengthy bath, Mirabella drifted into slumber, and Vincenzo carried her to her bedroom. He tenderly placed her on the bed, ensuring she was covered warmly.
He had never seen her so vulnerable and weak. He has always known that she has a part, she was hiding.
His phone rang but he ignored it, it rang again for the second time, so he picked it up.
“Speak,” He said.
“Boss, I think we need your presence at the empire” Vernon’s voice came.
“What do you think? That I’m on vacation? I need to clear out some Fuçking Sh|t here!” He grunted.
“Noted sir” He replied and Vincenzo rolled his eyes.
“I need you to check out the lists of bounty hunters and assassins in this city. Give me clear details.” He ordered.
“Noted sir. Would get back to you” He replied while Vincenzo ended the call.
He turned to face Mirabella, he rubbed her lip slowly.
“Don’t worry mi amor. I would give whoever made you cry a slow painful death.” He said, folding his fist.
<𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗫 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗬>
Just as Isabella and her numerous bodyguard cars drove in, the reporters flooded like folks sheep.
“Mrs Isabella!! Any word about our father’s allegations!?” One of the reporters asked, just as her car was opened.
She covered her eyes with the sunshade as her guards parted the way for her.
“Mrs!! How do you think Mirabella would feel?” Another report asked and she stopped and turned.
“How would she feel? How am I supposed to know? She doesn’t deserve it, I worked hard for this opportunity while she’s drinking herself to stupor In a Fuçking clubhouse or even having sëx with a total stranger” She replied and walked into the company.
“Here’s another headline, Is one of the well-known daughters of the D’angelos living a carefree life, spending her days in motels? Her sister has levelled accusations against her,” Said the reporter.
Isabella smiled as she observed that everything was going according to plan.
“Good morning, miss,” greeted the workers.
“Good morning, Ma,” they added as she walked into the CEO’s office.
“You may leave now,” she said, turning slightly.
“Okay, Ma. Ring the bell when you need me,” a young lady replied, closing the door.
She gently placed her bag on the glass table, touched the table and the frame, then smiled.
Walking over to the glass award frame, she smirked. “Finally, the Matrix Company is in my hands,” she muttered.
“I’m doing this for you, Mommy. I can’t let those monsters have you killed and still take away this company from me!” she scoffed and sat down in her seat.
“It feels so good seeing them go down. No one wanted me. I was an outcast, an unwanted child, a drug dealer, and so many other things…” She paused and rubbed her eyes.
“Now, I’m their Messiah, their god, and I will give them a sweet revenge. Something they will never forget. I am their nemesis.”
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and she turned towards it. “Come in,” she said.
The door opened widely, revealing a handsome man, perhaps in his forties.
“Good morning, ma’am,” he greeted, gesturing towards her.
“Morning,” she replied. “Mr Simon, thank you for commemorating my invitation,” she added.
“The D’Angelos are now more popular than ever. What do you think about that?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I just felt like telling the truth.
“I don’t want people dying in silence when they can voice out the d@mn truth,” she said, and Mr. Simon chuckled.
“Impressive! What do I call you? The city Messiah? You ruined your father’s image and the D’Angelos!” He said, resting his head on the seat.
“You’re just a lawyer, do not cross the line,” she replied, frowning.
“Of course, I won’t. So, this is everything your father owns,” he said, opening a black suitcase.
“Fifteen estates, twelve companies, major shareholders of ten global industries,” he smiled as she went through the docvments.
“Just these?” she scoffed and took a pen from Mr. Simon.
He showed her where to sign, and she did as instructed.
“I hope you’re trustworthy?” she asked, looking at him.
“Of course.”
“I guess that’s all,” she said, and he nodded.
“Yeah, that’s everything you need to do.The rest of the stuff is up to me. Thanks for having me, Mrs. Isabella,” he said, and they shook hands.
“See you later, then,” she faked a smile as he walked out of the office.
“Why are all my father’s workers so grumpy and annoying?” she groaned and rolled her eyes.
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“You have exactly ten seconds to speak,” Vincenzo said to a guy who was tied to a seat.
His left leg was already cut off, he was bleeding so much from that.
“I don’t know what you are talking about. I Fuçking swear!!!” He shouted, breathing heavily.
“Still don’t wanna talk,” Vincenzo said and brought out another knife.
He licked it as he maintained stable eye contact with the guy.
“Guess where I’m cutting next? Your balls” He said and the guy gasped out
“No!. No! Please, I will speak!!” He yelled, trying to break from the chain.
“Don’t keep me waiting” He said coldly.
“Well, hmm. there’s a Fuçking guy named Zero, he is a high-paid assassin, I think he might know who killed Mr Leonardo,” He said as sweat was dripping off his face.
He was shirtless and his bare chest was already covered with blood and cuts.
“How do I find him?” Vincenzo asked and pulled his ear.
“Rising Moon Hotel, he’s always there every night,” The guy said and Vincenzo nodded.
“Good. Now this is the price of wasting my time” He said and started cutting off his ear slowly.
Blood was gushing out, splashing on Vincenzo’s face as he smiled, making sure he sliced off his ear.
He threw it on the floor afterwards and held the guy’s chin. “I seriously want to kill you so badly. I just can’t resist the urge”He muttered and started stabbing him.
Vincenzo stabbed him, more than ten times as his intestine gushed out.
Vincenzo threw away the knife, removed his gloves and headed into the bathroom.
He had a quick bath, changed into another dress and picked up his phone. Before walking out of the dark room.
<𝙍𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙃𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡>
The deafening music and enthusiastic shouts emanating from various corners of the clubhouse filled the entire space with pulsating energy and heat.
The same black man who was responsible for Mr. Leonardo’s death was being entertained by a slut.
She was sucking and playing with his d_1ck when the door opened with force.
Vincenzo stepped into the room and the slut quickly dashed out of the room.
“Who the Fuçk are you?” He asked.
Vincenzo ignored him completely, he took the whiskey bottle and opened it, before proceeding to drink from it.
Afterwards, he dropped it gently and turned to face him.
“I am dead and I have come to take you along,” Vincenzo said and the guy chuckled
“So what? Should I cry? No man, I’m not a Fuçking toddler” He replied and lighted his cigar.
Vincenzo swiftly took the penknife in his pocket and stabbed him in his eyes and he screamed.
“Shhh!!!… Don’t make me kill you. It would be an honor seeing mi amor cut off your body parts little by little” He said before he brought out spray and sprayed it on the guy’s face.
“Ahhh!…ahhh” He shouted and soon he knocked off.
Two bodyguards entered and dragged the man away.
His phone rang and he picked it up.
“I guess you saw my present? Just one Fuçking mistake and I promise you that your family will be burnt right in your front” He said authoritatively.
“Yes…yes sir” The voice at the end replied, fear evident in his tone.
He ended the call and lighted his cigar as he walked out of the room.
“Anything for you mi amor” He muttered, puffing out smokes. Smokes covered his face, making him look like a demon or better still, Lucifer himself.
“Ma’am, please, you need to eat,” the maids implored Mirabella, who lay on the bed like a log.
“Leave,” she muttered, and the maids knelt.
“Please, Ma’am, forgive us, but we can’t. Boss will kill us, if we dare lay a foot out,” one of the maids replied, crying.
Mirabella, exhausted, covered herself with the duvet. This time, tears could not find their way out. Her whole body, soul, and mind were damaged.
Why were all these things happening? She questioned herself.
“Leave us,” Vincenzo said as he walked into the room.
The maids quickly bowed and rushed out.
“Princess,” he called as he reached for her. He removed the duvet and smiled.
“Princess, we need to take a shower, okay?” He said and held her hand.
He lifted her and carried her into the bathroom. Carefully, he removed her clothes and helped her enter the bathtub.
“Is it that cold?” He asked, but she ignored him. “Princess, you have to talk to me. I might die if you keep ignoring me like this,” he said, and she looked at him.
“He doesn’t deserve to die that way, he… wasn’t a good father but…” She stuttered.
“Shhh,” Vincenzo said and placed a finger on her lips.
“It’s okay, honey, I will give them the payback they deserve,” he assured her.
Mirabella smiled and dipped herself into the bathtub.
Vincenzo held her arms and brought her up. “If you want to get mad, get mad at me. But please, mi amor, I can’t even think straight seeing you this way. Please, return to me, I need you, Mirabella! I need you!”
She slowly nodded, and Vincenzo hugged her tight. After the bath, he decided to feed her himself.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
“I’m not hungry,” she muttered, and he scoffed.
He placed the plate on his lap and slowly opened her mouth, forcing the spoon of flakes into her mouth, and she started munching it.
She sniffed and licked her lips.
“Do you?” He asked, and she looked at him.
“Do you want to kill him yourself, or should I go ahead and kill him?” He added.
“Let me do the killing; I want to rip off his soul and feed his tongue to him,” she said, folding her fist, and he smiled.
“Finish up then, I will take you to the puppy, make sure you have fun,” he said and playfully slapped her cheek.
****
“What do you mean by that?” Marco shouted and threw one of the guards a bottle of whiskey on his head.
It eventually broke into pieces.
He moved to the bodyguard and grabbed his neck, adding pressure to it.
“Do you know the consequences of what you’ve done? Are you all a bunch of idiots??” He yelled and slapped him.
“Ahhh!!” Marco screamed and kicked his leg on the seat. “Fuçk you!!”
“We are sorry boss” The bodyguard apologized, and he shot him a glare.
“Sorry? Like it’s gonna solve the Fuçking problem?” He asked and rolled his eyes.
“Get out!!” He yelled and they walked out. He grabbed another bottle of whiskey and started drinking.
“Gosh, Mirabella if I lay hold on you”He paused and rubbed his lip. “I’m gonna make you pay!” He retorted and gulped down all the content in the glass cup.
He unbuttoned his three Sh|t and started drinking.
He drank two bottles of whiskey in a rush, took his phone and dialed a number.
“Get me a doll” He said and ended the call.
Not up to five minutes, the door opened and a teenage girl, who was fully naked walked in.
She had little B@@bs, a big @$$ and clean skin.
Marco stood up and all he could see was Mirabella D’angelo.
“Bella” He smirked and unzipped his trousers.
“Spread those legs on the bed” He ordered and the girl looked around.
He has never Fuçked anyone in his room, talk more of his bed!.
Not to talk of his bed.
“Uhmm” She Mõ@ned softly as he kissed her Virginia.
She held the duvet tight as he licked her up and down.
Her body began melting at his touch, a loud Mõ@n escaped her mouth when she felt his d_1ck into her Virginia moving rapidly.
“Ouch!”
“Fuçk!” She Mõ@ned softly.
He hung her legs on his shoulder and increased his pace.
“!!! Fuçk me!!” The girl Mõ@ned loudly.
Her body felt electrocuted and so much sensation.
She dug her fingers into his hair as the intensive ride went on.
“Fuçk!!
“Fuçk yes!!
He kissed her hotly, rolling his tongue in hers. He held her @$$ , Fuçking it fast.
“Fuçk!.. ohh!… yes” She Mõ@ned softly.
The moment it felt like he was getting clear, he stopped and frowned deeply.
“You’re not Mirabella!” He said, staring at the girl.
“No I’m not.. you sent for me” she replied with a shaky voice.
He pulled out his d_1ck from her wet pu$$¥, he quickly went to his drawer, took his gun, and shot her in the chest.
“Fuçk you!. I don’t Fuçk a slut on my bed” He said and picked up his phone.
“Come clean this place up” He muttered and entered the bathroom.
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As the light came on, Mirabella smirked seeing the man, who’s responsible for her father’s death.
“So it was you, huh?” She muttered, walking to him.
She took the cutlass on the table and turned, giving him a devilishly smile.
She swiftly cut down his two legs and a loud painful scream tore from his throat.
“How does it feel?” She asked, seeing as blood was gushing out. “I am the devil myself and I…” she smirked.
“I will give you death and pain tonight”
She dropped the cutlass, and took a whiskey bottle.
She opened it and poured it on his leg, as expected he screamed loudly.
“Relax, I haven’t even started,” She smiled.
“Entertain me,” Vincenzo said, sitting down on the couch.
He shook his head, knowing fully well that Mirabella was going to play dirty tonight.
“First, we will start with your eyes” She said, stabbing his two eyes with penknives.
“Ahhhhh!!!! Fuçk!. Fuçk you!!” The man cursed and she angrily used the ax, which was on the table to cut his head into two equal parts.
Vincenzo smiled as the head rolled off.
Mirabella smirked and removed her gloves.
“This is just the beginning,” she muttered.
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