Don Alessandro's Obsession

**ELENA'S POV**“Don, you're not like this.” I begged, trying to appeal to his heart. “Please, Don.”My words made him pause his hands that were unbuttoning his shirt. I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched him walk to the chair, thinking that he wouldn't act on what he had suggested.However, my relief didn't last long as he came back with a small bottle with an unknown liquid.Alessandro’s eyes glinted as he held the small glass vial between his fingers. The amber liquid shimmered like molten gold, and the way he tilted it toward me made my stomach twist.“What is that?” I asked, struggling against my restraint as Alessandro came closer to me.My wrists ached where he’d tied them—tight and unyielding to the cold iron bedpost behind me. The silk rope bit into my skin, too soft to leave bruises, but cruel enough to remind me who held control.“I got you a little something to help your slutty behaviour surface.”I couldn't recognise him any more with the malevolent smirk on his beaut

**ELENA'S POV**I couldn't deny that since we still were. We never got a divorce since I ran away the second the opportunity presented itself to me.“And? We weren't a normal couple so why act like we actually have something to speak about?” I retorted.Before he could respond, my attention was drawn to Rio, who tugged my hand again.“Mama… mama, it hurts.”I turned just in time to see him wobbling at my side. Then his knees buckled.“Rio!!” I screamed my lungs out as I caught him before he hit the ground. It was then I noticed he was burning up.“Aria!” I choked, kneeling, clutching my baby. “He’s burning—he’s—he’s burning up!”Rio’s eyes fluttered. Then rolled back.He went limp.“No, no, no, no—baby, stay with me, please—” my voice broke into pieces. I tore open my bag, fumbling for the thermometer, his medicine—anything—but my fingers shook too badly.“He needs a doctor. Now!” I said, scrambling to my feet while holding Rio.Aria was already beside me, breathless as she carried Es

**ELENA'S POV**‘Me? Follow him to a mafia meeting?’ I asked myself. ‘Has he finally gone mad?’I have never been involved in the mafia business, especially since Alessandro was dedicated to making me miserable and now, with Rio in tow, I wanted absolutely nothing to do with it.“What would you like to have for dinner, ma'am?” Santiago asked me as soon as I walked into the dining room.“Serve me his head.” I responded dryly, pointing behind me at Alessandro. “I'm in the mood for a taste of it. Add a glass of milk too, please.”The shock on Santiago's face was... absolutely delicious.~~~The next morning, I woke up to see that Rio wasn't with me in his bed.“Rio?” I called out in panic, jumping out of bed faster than I could think as I looked around the room.“Rio?!” I dashed out of the bedroom barefoot, through the hall and out into the corridor, my pulse drumming fiercely in my ears.A maid that was climbing up the stairs caught sight of my wild expression and froze mid-curtsy.“Wher

**ELENA'S POV**I entrusted Rio's safety to Aria, knowing that he was in good hands, before leaving to get ready.It was already 3:16 PM.I quickly washed my hair, had my bath, slathered some body products on my skin and wore my lingerie.I grabbed one of Alessandro's bathrobes and walked out of the bathroom when he walked into the bedroom with a box that surely contained my dress for the evening.Wordlessly, I took it from him and made my way to Rio's bedroom to get dressed, although I didn't miss the way his eyes stared at my body.I was surprised to find that the box not only contained my dress but also matching jewelry and heels.I took out the clothes to find that it was a black, halter-neck dress and so I opted to pin my hair up in a messy bun that revealed the slope of my neck, after applying some make-up for a natural look.I wore a dainty gold watch and earrings that came with the dress before I swapped my lace bra for a strapless one and slipped into the dress.It ended just

**ELENA'S POV**The guy with the creepy smile blocked the exit and stepped closer, bringing with him the smell of cheap cologne and tobacco. I guess I could call him Mr. Creepy Smile.“Curious cats,” the tattooed guy chuckled, rolling his shoulders like he was warming up for another kill. “We know what happens to them.”I'll call him Mr. Gold-Tooth.I let my lips curl as I replied to him. “They tend to take someone with them.”Mr Gold-Tooth moved first.He lunged at me, his thick hand reaching for my throat but I moved faster as I sidestepped him and slashed the inside of his forearm with the brow blade.“Bitch!” He hissed as he jerked back but I didn't give him the luxury of time.I drove my knee into his ribs, angled perfectly to knock into his lungs, forcing the air out of them. From the sickening crunch, I knew I broke a few.From the side of my eye, I saw Mr. Creepy Smile coming silently behind me.I dropped low, spun, and slashed upward. The blade grazed his thigh, enough to sta