The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss
“Julian…don't trust him. He knows what he did. I didn't kill myself. They made me fake it. I'm so sorry”, Julian received a call from his supposedly dead brother.
Julian Hart, a 19 years old criminology student, begins investigating about his older brother death which was ruled as suicide. There is one character that all evidence keeps coming back to: Caesar Dominic, a ruthless Mafia heir known for his cruelty
Julian plans were to get close, gain trust to destroy him.
Caesar plays along. Caesar became obsessed with Julian at first sight, he wanted to own him, control him, break him.
Julian desperation for answers make him stuck in Caesar's world of power, blood, obsession,desire and love for the man which could possibly be his brother's killer.
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Chapter: He is AliveChapter Ninety Six: He is Alive The penthouse felt too big now and quiet with a crushing silence. Julian stood by the window, watching the city lights flicker below, but his mind was somewhere else. Somewhere he couldn't quite reach. He should go back to Germany. That was the logical thing to do. Business was wrapped up and the joint venture was moving forward. There was no reason to stay. But if he came back too early, Friedrich would ask questions. Would want to know why he cut his trip short and Julian didn't have an answer for that. Not one he could say out loud. His hand drifted to the back of his head. His fingers found the scar without thinking…the ridge of raised skin hidden beneath his hair. Friedrich had told him about it, of course. A bullet. Surgery. A past life he couldn't remember and didn't want. You were someone else, Friedrich had said, holding his hand in that hospital room two years ago. Someone with enemies. Someone who almost died but that person is gone
Last Updated: 2026-03-23
Chapter: Memories in PicturesChapter Ninety Five: Memories in Pictures Caesar had been thinking about it for days. About how to get close enough….how to get what he needed without Kohler Jnr knowing. But their meetings had been strictly business lately. Nothing more. Kohler Jnr had been professional, distant, polite. The kind of polite that built walls instead of bridges. Every time Caesar tried to steer the conversation toward something personal, Kohler Jnr steered it back. Every time Caesar lingered a moment too long, he would find a reason to leave. Today, Julian stood by the window, looking out at the city. His back was to Caesar. His guard was down, just a little. "I really have to thank you about this," Julian was saying, rambling a bit, filling the silence. "You've been a lot of help, Caesar. More than I expected, honestly. The contacts you've introduced me to, the way you've smoothed things over with the local officials…" Caesar wasn't listening to the words. He was watching the way the light hit
Last Updated: 2026-03-22
Chapter: Wave of Hope.Chapter Ninety Four: Wave of Hope. The penthouse was ridiculous. Julian stood in the middle of the living room, slowly turning in a circle, trying to take it all in. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Manhattan skyline. Furniture that probably cost more than most people's houses. A kitchen that looked like it belonged in a magazine. And Caesar, leaning against the doorway, watching him with that little smile. "So?" Caesar spread his arms. "What do you think? I tried to secure something better but time wasn't on my side." Julian shook his head, laughing softly. "I think you're insane. I'm not surprised at the structure…of course I live in a better place…but just that you would put so much effort into me coming here. I feel so welcome." "It's just a place to stay." Caesar pushed off the doorway, walking further into the room. "Three months, remember? You need somewhere comfortable. Secure." He gestured vaguely. "Plus, the view's not bad." "Not bad," Julian repeated, l
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Chapter: Love Business Proposal.Chapter Ninety Three: Love Business Proposal Four months had passed since that night in Berlin.Four months of watching from afar. Four months of planning, of digging, of waiting for the right moment. Caesar had become obsessed…checking Kohler's calendar like it was scripture, tracking every public appearance, following every rumor about where the mysterious heir would show up next.Enzo said he was losing it. Peter said he was just in love. Caesar didn't care what either of them thought.And finally, finally, there was another event. A charity gala in Vienna, smaller than the Berlin affair, more intimate, which was perfect for Caesar. Caesar had found someone inside Julian's circle…a junior assistant with gambling debts and a loose tongue. A few thousand euros changed hands. A private moment was arranged. Five minutes, maybe ten. That was all he needed.The balcony was elegant, all white stone and twinkling lights overlooking the city. Vienna sparkled below them, beautiful and i
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Chapter: The Perfect Heir.Chapter Ninety Two: The Perfect Heir The penthouse hotel room in Berlin felt too small for the energy bouncing off Caesar's skin. He paced like a caged animal…from the window to the door, back to the window, again and again. His hands moved when he talked, sharp gestures that cut through the air. Enzo had already sighed a million times. He was about to make it a million and one. "I have to see him again." The words tumbled out before anyone could speak. "I have to talk to him properly. Without Kohler standing there like a guard dog." Peter shifted on the couch, thoughtful. "What if Kohler was just being protective? I mean, the guy's heir comes out of nowhere, some random man walks up calling him by a different name…any father would step in." "I'm not anyone." Caesar's voice was sharp. "He knows who I am. He would have heard of me. He could have at least introduced me properly instead of shooing me away like some paparazzi." Enzo leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
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Chapter: His Face.Chapter Ninety One: His Face Two Years Later Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days. Seventeen thousand five hundred hours. Caesar had stopped counting after the first year. It hurt less that way or at least, that's what he told himself. The apartment hadn't changed. Julian's jacket still hung on the back of the chair where he'd left it. His toothbrush still sat in the bathroom, right next to Caesar's, like he'd just stepped out and would be back any minute. His books still piled on the nightstand…the one he'd been reading, a bookmark halfway through chapter seven, waiting for him to come back and finish it. Caesar had the mansion cleaned every week. Couldn't stand dust, couldn't stand the thought of Julian's things getting dirty. But he'd warned the maid strictly. That jacket? Don't touch. Those books? Don't move. The bathroom? Leave everything exactly where it is. She probably thought he was crazy….Maybe he was. He couldn't let go. Couldn't move on. Couldn't do any of
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How To Love A Murderer.
He promised to protect him from a killer. He never said he was one.
When journalist Ian Parker witnesses a brutal murder, he should have been the killer's next victim. Instead, he wakes up in the hospital, saved by Zhedya Hunter…a brilliant forensic pathologist, a reclusive CEO, and a man with chilling grey eyes that feel hauntingly familiar.
Charismatic and dangerously possessive, Zhedya offers Ian shelter in his opulent penthouse, a gilded cage where every comfort is a chain.
As Zhedya's obsession deepens, Ian's career skyrockets, with damning evidence against the city's most wanted criminals mysteriously falling into his hands. But each exclusive story comes with a price: a fractured memory, a drugged haze, and a growing pile of bodies connected to anyone who threatens their twisted paradise.
Now, Ian is trapped in a nightmare of luxury and lies, unraveling a truth more terrifying than any headline: his savior is a predator, his sanctuary is a crime scene, and the man who claims to love him is the most prolific murderer he will ever interview.
Learning how to love a murderer is easy. Surviving him is the real story.
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Chapter: The End.Chapter One Hundred and Forty Five: The End A massive property in the Swedish countryside. The house looked like something from a fairy tale..old stone, tall windows, ivy climbing the walls like it had been there forever. It sat on acres of land, green fields stretching to the horizon, a forest in the distance that seemed to hold secrets. Horses grazed in a fenced pasture. A vegetable garden grew near the kitchen. This wasn't just a house but this was a home. In the middle of a large field, a horse walked in slow circles, guided by an instructor. On its back, a ten-year-old girl with blonde hair grinned like she was flying. Lily had grown so much. She was tall and confident now, her grey eyes bright with joy in a way that made Ian's heart ache every time he saw it. She gripped the reins with practiced ease, laughing as the horse picked up speed, her hair streaming behind her like a banner. On the edge of the field, Ian stood watching, one hand shielding his eyes from the
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Chapter: My RewardChapter One Hundred and Forty Four: My Reward. (Three Years Ago) Elena's apartment was small and cluttered, the kind of place that showed someone was struggling without them having to say a word. Empty takeout containers on the counter, growing stale. Unpaid bills scattered on the table like confetti from a party no one wanted to attend. A box sat on the kitchen counter…small and discreet, the kind that came from a clinic, the kind that held decisions too heavy for one person to carry. Elena jumped when she saw him standing in her doorway. Her hand flew to her chest, heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. "How did you get in here?" Zhedya walked past her like he owned the place, calm as still water. "The door was unlocked or better still, broken." "I don't want you here." Her voice shook. "Get out." Zhedya ignored her completely. He strolled slowly through her living room, taking in the mess, the evidence of her life falling apart piece by piece. He sto
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Chapter: I’m So Lonely Without HimChapter One Hundred and Forty Three: I’m So Lonely Without Him Three Years Later Morning light streamed through the windows, warm and golden, the kind of light that was supposed to feel hopeful. Ian's apartment was lived-in, messy in that way that meant children lived here and not just adults with their clean lines and empty spaces. Lily's artwork covered the fridge like a gallery of a growing up. Baby toys scattered on the floor, waiting for little feet to trip over them. A toddler's high chair sat in the corner, still crusted with yesterday's breakfast because Ian hadn't had the energy to scrub it last night. Three years. Three years of this life and of building something new. Ian moved through the apartment with practiced ease, a two-year-old boy on his hip. Mateo had dark hair and curious eyes, the same eyes as his biological father, but his smile was all Ian's. He babbled something incomprehensible and patted Ian's face with sticky fingers, leaving behind a smear of s
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Chapter: The PushChapter One Hundred and Forty Two: The Push Ian and Lily walked out of Elena's apartment building in the late afternoon, Ian carrying a bag of groceries he'd helped bring in. Lily skipped ahead, her little legs full of that endless energy only kids have, completely oblivious to the weight her father carried in his chest. By evening they were buckled into the car, Ian's hands steady on the wheel even as his mind churned in a thousand different directions. Elena had been struggling hard this pregnancy, even worse than with Lily, and Ian had spent the afternoon helping her organize, cleaning up, making sure she had food she could actually keep down. It was the least he could do. Lily bounced in the back seat, her usual endless energy on full display. "Daddy? What's wrong with Mama?" Ian glanced in the rearview mirror at those grey eyes, curious and concerned in the way only children can be when they sense something they don't understand. "She's just tired, bug. Grown-up stuff."
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Chapter: I Would Never Lose To You.Chapter One Hundred and Forty One: I Would Never Lose To You. Morning light streamed through the windows, warm and golden, the kind of light that made everything feel possible. Lily sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast with the single-minded focus of a child who had discovered that jam on toast was the greatest invention ever. Ian watched her from across the table, his hand moving unconsciously to his pocket where the passports sat heavy against his thigh. He'd made up his mind. He was going to Sweden with Zhedya. Him and Lily. A new life and a fresh start. He thought about Zhedya's words, about Miller circling like a shark, about Elena working against them. None of it mattered anymore. They were leaving. Lily looked up, catching him staring with those grey eyes. "Daddy, why are you looking at me like that?" Ian smiled, warm and real. "I was just thinking, bug. How would you like to go on an adventure?" Lily's eyes went impossibly wide. "An adventure? Like the ones in
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Chapter: Positive Lines.Chapter One Hundred and Forty: Positive Lines. A plain package sat on the kitchen counter. No return address or identifying marks. Just a box that had arrived that morning with a delivery guy who shrugged and left. Ian stared at it like it might explode. He turned it over in his hand to find nothing. Just his name printed in neat letters. He opened it carefully. Inside were two passports. One for him and another for Lily. He flipped through his…new photo. Everything was there, perfect and complete. His hands started shaking. A small note fluttered out…he caught it. "Trust me, Angel. This is for us. - Z" Ian stared at the words, heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. Sweden. Zhedya wanted them to go to Sweden. He was planning something, moving pieces on a board Ian couldn't see. Pieces Ian didn't even know existed. "What are you thinking?" Ian whispered to the empty room. "What are you planning?" He looked at the passports again. New names. New lives. Ne
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Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial
They say love at first sight is a fantasy. He turned it into an obsession…and then a contract.
Drowning in debt and dodging loan sharks, Louis's only break is a one-time ad gig. He smiles for seven seconds, gets paid, and thinks that's the end of it.
He's wrong.
Across the world, reclusive billionaire Lorenzo Volterra sees the clip. A man who has spent his life never looking twice at another man suddenly cannot look away. In that fleeting glimpse, he finds his obsession. Within twenty-four hours, he's at Louis's door.
His first words: "You are my husband now."
Louis laughs. He's not for sale. But Lorenzo doesn't understand "no." Raised to believe money buys everything…including love…he's never been refused. Never been loved. He doesn't know the difference between possessing someone and caring for them.
When he offers to erase Louis's debt, it isn't kindness. It's a transaction. The price? A year of Louis's life, pretending to be the husband of a man whose love language is ownership, and whose broken English hides something darker.
Lorenzo has never wanted anyone like this. The gender should matter…but looking at Louis, it simply doesn't. The obsession doesn't care about labels. It only cares about him.
Now Louis is swept into ruthless luxury, where every desire is anticipated and every move watched. Lorenzo surrounds him with everything money can buy…because that's the only way he knows to keep something precious.
But is Louis a cherished partner, or a trophy the man on the screen simply took? Can someone never taught to love ever learn? And when Louis looks into those glacier-blue eyes…why does he feel like he's falling?
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Chapter: THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDSCHAPTER SIXTY THREE: THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS Lorenzo stepped out of the car, his jaw tight, his eyes hollow, running on less than two hours of sleep. His body was moving, but he wasn't really there. He hadn't been there for weeks. He had been forced to get back to work. Meetings. Handshakes. Decisions he didn't care about. His mind was elsewhere. It had been elsewhere since the day Louis drove through those gates. He thought about the bottle waiting for him at home. The one he would drown himself in when this was over. "You've gone through the proposal…" Anya said, walking beside him. Lorenzo didn't answer. He didn't hear her. They walked into the building…Lorenzo, his bodyguards, Anya trailing behind. The lobby was cold, marble floors, voices echoing off the walls. Then he stopped. Adrian was standing there, leaning against a pillar, smiling like he had been waiting all day. "Lorenzo," Adrian said, stepping forward. "I didn't know you were invited to this." Lorenzo'
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Chapter: SEARCH AND RESCUE.CHAPTER SIXTY TWO: SEARCH AND RESCUE. Lorenzo sat in his study, staring at nothing. His head pounded. His eyes were dry like the ground on a hot summer day. His chest felt hollow and tight, like something had been carved out of him and never put back.It had been days since he had seen Louis. Days since he had heard his voice. Days since he watched him drive through the gates and disappear because of his own stupid mistake.Is this what dying feels like? he wondered.He didn't care about work. Anya would handle it. She always did when he was like this.He pulled open a drawer to reach for a bottle…anything to make the noise in his head stop…when he heard a commotion in the hallway."Get your hands off me! I have to see Lorenzo! I swear you will get fired!"He knew that voice.The door burst open.Sofia stood there in a tight red dress and sharp heels, her eyes blazing, her chest heaving. She looked like she had fought her way through every guard in the house.She spotted Lorenzo
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Chapter: POISON AND RESENTMENT.CHAPTER SIXTY ONE: POISON AND RESENTMENT. Louis's eyes opened to a ceiling he didn't recognize. The light was wrong. The shadows were wrong. Even the air smelled different…clean, but not the clean of the mansion. Not the clean of anywhere he had ever woken up before. He lay still for a moment, his heart pounding, his mind scrambling to remember. The drive…nausea. Adrian's voice on the phone. Chloe in the backseat. Then nothing. Adrian walked in carrying a glass of water, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. "You've been sleeping for two days," he said, setting the glass on the nightstand. "How do you feel? Are you even well?" Louis pushed himself up slowly, his body heavy, his head throbbing. "I'm fine. Where's Chloe?" Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that Louis could smell his cologne…something expensive, something subtle. "She's in the other room. She's been checking on you constantly since yesterday. She was worried. We both were." Louis swung his leg
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Chapter: BREAKING POINTCHAPTER SIXTY: BREAKING POINT Still groggy and tired, Lorenzo made his way into the mansion. His head pounded like an heartbeat and his mouth was dry. He didn't remember much about what happened last night…just flashes, just blurred edges, just the sick feeling that he had fallen into Sofia's trap. He cursed under his breath. The anger of that, mixed with the possibility of Louis cheating, was sending him into hell, making his heart tighter than anything that had happened so far. He found Louis in the room, reading, curled up on the chaise like nothing was wrong, like the world wasn't burning. Louis looked up. "How are you doing? I was surprised you didn't come home last night." Lorenzo's jaw tightened. "It's nothing." Why does he care? he thought. If I did sleep with Sofia last night, isn't that justified? He was the one cheating with some director. Louis stood and stepped closer. "Are you alright?" His hand reached out…then stopped. His eyes fixed on Lorenzo's shirt. A lips
Last Updated: 2026-06-01
Chapter: THE TRAPCHAPTER FIFTY NINE: THE TRAP "You don't get to treat me like that!" The set was buzzing with activity…lights shifting, cameras adjusting, crew members whispering into headsets. Louis stood in front of the green screen delivering his lines, his voice steady, his movements precise. He was getting better. He could feel it. Adrian watched from the shadows, his eyes never leaving Louis's face. Not for a second. Damian appeared beside him, adjusting his glasses, his voice soft and shy. "Signor Louis is improving so much. His acting is becoming... believable." Adrian didn't look away from Louis. "He is talented." "Very talented." Damian paused. "You seem to be a fan of my boss." Adrian's lips curved. "I want to be more. But he is closed off." Damian leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "That is because of how jealous his husband can be. It is... scary." Adrian's eyes flickered toward him. "Louis actually talks about you," Damian continued, rambling now. "He said he would have
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Chapter: PLAY A CHARACTERCHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT: PLAY A CHARACTER The door opened and Sofia's heels clicked against the marble floor like a countdown, her red dress matching her killer lipstick. Damian sat in a chair already waiting, his glasses catching the low light. Sofia didn't bother with greetings. "I hope everything is going as planned," she said immediately. Damian nodded. "The swapped medications have started. He takes them every night." "Make sure there are no skips." "There will not be." Damian adjusted his glasses. "Louis cannot sleep without his pills. He is dependent on them now. Quite fragile." Sofia smiled…cold, satisfied. "The drugs are high class. Almost undetectable. Even in an autopsy." She poured herself a drink, swirling the liquid before taking a slow sip. "Anything else? I need something to create a misunderstanding between Louis and Lorenzo." Damian leaned back. "There is someone we could use. A director. He owns a film company and a school. Adrian Cross. He has taken a keen in
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