The Don's Crazy Obsession
Viola Giovanni's hitherto boring life as an accountant becomes a lot more exciting when, one night, after closing late from work, she stumbles on a murder scene. The perpetrator? Only the notorious mafia boss, Alvarez Italo- one of the most powerful, most ruthless men in the country. She first-hand sees proof of it that night.
And he sees her. He definitely knows she's a problem; a witness. While, to her surprise, he lets her live, he doesn't let her go. And it will take her a while to realize that she's been caught in the web of a dangerous obsession with one of the most lethal men out there
When he begins to feature in her life in unsettling ways- stalking her, breaking into her house, leaving her notes, as well as nearly blowing off the head of a possible boyfriend, she realizes that she's in deep trouble. She tries to run…
That is when he kidnaps her and confines her to his villa, to be released on the condition that she falls in love with him. Viola tells him it will be over her dead body. And in the ensuing struggle between brain and heart, as she promises to hate him for life, Alvarez swears that she will be his come hell or high water.
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Chapter: Chapter 5- ViI still don't know how Dyna managed to drag my ass here. But past the gyrating bodies, the neon lights and the ear-deafening bass, I can see just why she did. Crazy red lights and amnesia-inducing alcohol are just what I need to forget how scared I was last night. In minutes, I am drunk. Not wasted enough to topple from my heels- which are four-inches from the ground, by the way, attached to leather boots that reach up to my thighs- but slow enough to finally relax. Tequila therapy. I didn't know I needed lots of it; didn't think I would have to get so drunk I can barely see straight anymore. But while Dyna and I were dressing up to come here, laughing over the misfortunes of our haters at work, the police had come. The duo had dropped by "in respect to a murder that occurred in the area," and since I live close to the scene of the crime, wanted to know "if I saw something." They've been asking my neighbours a couple of questions too, so I'm not the only one they've visited. Natura
Last Updated: 2025-07-15
Chapter: Chapter 4- RezViola Giovanni. Accountant, pessimist, cynic, realist, pacifist, unmarried and single. Perfect. Because if I have to deal with any competition in my own way, then she will end up in therapy, and that is hardly the kind of first impression I want to leave on her... Well, past the unfortunate events of last night. She shouldn't have had to witness that. But if she hadn't, then I wouldn't have seen her. Fate is twisted, yes, and so am I. Viola has no idea what a hell of a ride she's in for. I watch her now, as she leaves the main lobby of Bionix Resources, a tech firm that up until last night, I didn't know existed. She is walking with another woman, presumably a colleague, but their easy relationship shows that on top of that, they might be friends too. They're talking animatedly, carrier bags slung over their shoulders as they head for the parking lot. My car is sitting there, in a vantage position that allows me to watch them easily, and that's what I do as the sun slowly sets beh
Last Updated: 2025-07-15
Chapter: Chapter 3- ViI need serious help. But what kind, is the question. A therapist? A team of heavy-weight bodyguards? A witch to remove the curse on my head- the one that makes me wander without obvious effort into disturbing situations?There are millions of people in this city, yet for some reason, I'm the one that had to stumble on that secret, murder rendezvous last night; the one that fate led to witness a congressman's head literally shot open, brains and blood splashing on the floor in a way that would make anyone's skin crawl. The thought of it still makes me shudder.Five people were shot prior- obvious from the dead bodies strewn about the asphalt before I even got there- and though seeing a public figure wasted like that was a gory sight to behold, crazy things are always happening in this city, gun-assisted murders inclusive. But it gets crazier when the killer sees you, the disoriented witness, who, up until that moment, didn't know that you were severely unlucky. And while I'll recover f
Last Updated: 2025-07-15
Chapter: Chapter 2- RezI just need one more idiot to completely spiral. It's minutes past ten p.m., cold out, and I should be heading home since I've been up for close to twenty-four hours, smoking morons in Sicily, yet I'm here, because as soon as my jet landed in New York, I was met with bad news. Not for me though, but the dumbass I'm about to ambush outside these gates.While his fortune cookie reads that his end is near, his defense in the next few minutes will decide whether 'near' means tonight or next week... But he's definitely not surviving past this month. And while he can run, his options are very limited. There is hardly anywhere along the Pacific or Mediterranean he will ever feel safe from me. Yet he brought this on himself. Most people just try to not mess with me. But Death calls his name. I puff out smoke from my mouth as I lean back against the hood of my car, my rage burning just underneath my silence as I wait patiently- something I don't usually do, not when my hands want someone's
Last Updated: 2025-07-15
Chapter: Chapter 1- ViI hate my job. For some reason, it's not enough that it takes all my time and energy, now it wants my soul. It's past nine p.m. and I'm still here, well past my patience threshold, begging God in all the languages I know to please make it stop. Sitting for two hours listening to boring analytics would do that to you… right after doing a lot of boring analytics yourself for about eight hours prior. Naturally, accounting is not the most fun thing to do- or listen to- but it pays well, and that's why I'm still here, the epitome of calm and grace while our head of department eats into time that should ordinarily go into my sleep therapy. For Pete's sake, I have to be up at five a.m. to continue this whole process tomorrow. I need all the rest I can get, and with my car in bad need of repairs, I have to walk to and from the bus stop, which is not exactly convenient since I wear four-inch corporate heels to work.In fact, I don't remember the last time I wore anything but corporate past my
Last Updated: 2025-07-15
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