Chapter 20 - Phantom of the Fucking Opera

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• I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession.    Chapter 66 - Seaweed. Sand. Bougainvillea

  Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡I sniffled, swiping at my cheeks even though the tears kept falling. “I ended it with him…”There was a pause on the other end of the line, “You did good, meu amor,” Mae said gently, “Never let a man think it’s okay to yell at you. Ever.”“I know,” I whispered, my throat tight. “I know, but—” My breath shuddered, and the tears came harder. “He was sorry, Mae. Really sorry. What if he was dealing with something? What if I just left instead of trying to understand him?”“Não, Maddie,” she said, “Don’t do that to yourself. Don’t twist it around. You did the right thing. You stood up for yourself, for your safety. That’s what matters.” I shook my head, pressing my forehead against the cold window as I stared at the rain streaking down the glass.“You don’t know him,” I said softly, “Not like I do.” “I don’t know him,” she said softly, “but I know you. I know how much it took for you to walk away. I know how hard you try to see the good in people, even when they

• I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession.    Chapter 65 - She was leaving.

  Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ “Talk to me,” I said low into the phone, fingers threaded through Flan’s fur. “She’s safe, boss,” came the voice on the line. “After she clocked out from Velluto Rosso, she hopped a bus to the north side, Jason Reed’s place. Stayed the night on his couch. We had eyes on her the whole time. No threats. No contact with the ex. Apartment secure.” I exhaled slowly, jaw tight, pulse still roaring like it hadn’t gotten the message. Flan purred under my palm, as I stared out the window at nothing. My reflection was just a black shape in the glass. I could still see her face when she looked up at me yesterday, scared. She was scared of me. And all I wanted was to wrap my hands around her fear and crush it into dust. “How many men on her?” I asked finally. “Three on her at all times. Rotating every six hours. Cameras are up outside the building. Reed doesn’t know. Neither does she.” I nodded slowly, though no one could see it. My thumb dragged across the curve of Flan’

• I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession.    Chapter 64 - Outside the family.

  Told from Afar 𓎢𓎠𓎟𖦁‎𓎟𓎠𓎡 Alessia didn’t sleep. She didn’t even try. She lay in bed, stiff as a corpse, eyes locked on the ceiling as the hours dragged by like a funeral march. The dark pressed in around her. Sometimes she was crying without realizing it, silent tears soaking into the pillow. Sometimes her hands clenched the sheets in white-knuckled fists, rage humming beneath her skin. Mostly, she just waited. Waited for her phone to ring. Waited for a voice on the other end that made her sick. Waited for any sliver of proof that Silvio was still alive. Her thoughts spiraled. Was he cold? Was he bleeding out somewhere in the dark? Was he calling for her? By the time the sky started to pale with early morning light, her nerves were shot. Her throat ached. Her heart felt like it had been clawed out, stitched back in, and set on fire. And then, her phone lit up on the nightstand. It was Rino's number. Her breath caught in her throat. It rang once. She grabbed the phone

• I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession.    Chapter 63 - Tesoro

  Told from Afar 𓎢𓎠𓎟𖦁‎𓎟𓎠𓎡 Alessia hadn’t slept in days. Maybe she'd dozed off for a few seconds here and there, but even then, her mind kept dragging her back... back to Silvio. His face. His laugh. The way he used to pout like a spoiled little prince whenever she scolded him. Now all she saw when she closed her eyes was blood. Rope. Torture. Food meant nothing to her anymore. Claire had tried, but Alessia couldn’t stomach a single bite unless it was forced down. Everything tasted like ash. The world had stopped spinning the moment Silvio disappeared. Her Silvio. He was just a boy when his mother died, six years old, still soft in the face, still afraid of the dark. Alessia had stepped in, and he clung to her like a shadow back then, and she let him. Because she needed him, too. Because her own daughter had been the same age. Because every time Silvio looked up at her with those big, wide eyes, it felt like getting a piece of her baby back. A second chance. And now he was go

• I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession.    Chapter 62 - Hollow and utterly alone.

  Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I froze. Adriano stood slowly, eyes hard, jaw flexing, pushing his chair back as he rose to his full height. “What the fuck is this?” he snapped, “You can’t even pour a glass of fucking wine without turning it into a fucking disaster?” I blinked, heat flooding my face. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t—” I dropped to my knees instinctively, knees sinking into the wine-soaked floor, the cold liquid soaking through my pants. Panic surged. I reached for the shattered glass with shaking hands, desperate to fix it, to do something— “Don’t—” Too late. The jagged edge sliced into my palm, then the other. I gasped, pain flaring bright and sudden, blood mixing with the wine and dripping onto the floor. I tried to clutch the pieces tighter, stupidly thinking I could still clean it up, still make it right but the glass cut deeper, tearing open the tender flesh along the base of my thumb. I choked out a soft cry, and the shards slipped from my grip again, clattering agai

• I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession.    Chapter 61 - Nauseating aura

  Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 He’s been avoiding my calls for a week. Seven days. Twenty-one missed calls. Three text messages I deleted before sending. Two I didn’t. No reply. I keep telling myself maybe he’s just busy. Maybe there’s a family emergency. Maybe he lost his phone or dropped it in a sewer or is out of the country or... I don’t know, anything but the actual truth clawing its way up my throat. You don’t just forget to call someone for seven days unless you’re trying not to. And I think I knew the truth by day three. I just didn’t want to face it. He slept with me... and regretted it. He used me or worse, he didn’t even think it was using. Maybe it was just a night to him. A mistake. A checkmark on a list. And the second it was over, so was I. And that’s what keeps replaying in my head as I stand here at the edge of the dining room in my spotless uniform, holding a tray of lentil tartlets with edible flowers, pretending like I’m fine. Like I didn’t cry in the locker r