INICIAR SESIÓNMila Russetti’s life turned upside down the moment she decided to break the rigid rules of her foster family for the first time in her life. At age of four, she had been adopted into the most dangerous Mafia family in the USA_The Hayden family. Behind the steel gates and the locked doors, she was a prisoner, the calm and obedient daughter. By a single act of rebellion, she payed dearly: she was set up, raped, used as a pawn to break down the Haydens. Her foster family kicked her out of their lives and sent her overseas treating her as a traitor. After four years, they showed up again in her life, claiming she owed their dying father a last visit. She returned to the Hayden's mansion with her three years old son, only to discover that they were trying to cage her again and forcing her into a marriage. Will she give up to their abuse, especially after she had discovered the shocking truth of the identity of her rapist? And how will she take her revenge on them when she finds out that she's the heiress to a Tycoon mafia empire? How does her biological mother's shady past affect Mila's present? Is it true that the only thing that brings dangerous and ruthless Mafia Lords, those who are morally gray men to their knees—begging and regretting—are the women they worship? A juicy and twisted love-hate dynamic, Obsession, toxic attraction story is waiting for you. **** When she pressed the knife to her own throat, his mask finally cracked. He hesitated for a second before confessing with guilt, “I know who did it, Mila. I know who raped you that night four years ago. And I assure you, he wasn't one of Hayden's enemies.”
Ver másMarco“Who exactly are you?”Her question made me pause mid-step. I turned and looked at her.Our eyes met.She was genuinely suspicious now, waiting for an answer.Instead, I simply turned and walked out of the office without answering her.Once I was outside, I turned off airplane mode on my phone. I had switched it on before meeting Anastasia.Countless missed calls and messages immediately flooded my screen.They were all from Victor.I headed straight to the meeting hall.The Trade Minister was already there, seated around the table with his personal assistant. Several of his guards stood by the door, their hands resting on their weapons.Victor, Dmitri, and several other men snapped their heads toward me the moment I walked in.“There you are,” Victor exclaimed. “I’ve been calling you.”I pulled out a chair and sat down. Then I drew my gun, placed it on the table in front of me, and leaned back.“I was having a private conversation with someone.”My eyes briefly settled on Dmitr
Chapter 24Marco"Sir," Dmitri's secretary said. "Mrs. Malakhov is waiting for you."Dmitri walked into the office, and I stayed behind in the smaller room next door.Luckily, it was empty.I stood near the door and watched through the narrow crack as Dmitri spoke briefly with his secretary before walking away. I waited until his footsteps faded down the hallway.This was my chance.I had been waiting for a moment when I could speak to Anastasia without Dmitri breathing down her neck. After what I had overheard earlier, I needed answers.I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Anastasia was sitting on the large sofa, her back straight and her hands resting in her lap. The moment she saw me, she looked me up and down, her eyebrows drawing together."How may I help you, sir?"Her voice was polite.Too polite.I waited until the secretary closed the door behind her. Only then did I turn my attention fully toward Anastasia."I need you to tell me where Irina is."The color drained from
Chapter 23AnastasiaThe next morning, after Dmitri had already left for work, I took my car and left the mansion.I simply couldn't stay there any longer without knowing anything about Irina.What if she was already in danger?I decided to go to the man who had sold me the fake passport and ask him to track its movements-to see if Irina had used the identity to reserve a hotel or anything else.But before I did that, I had to lose the guards who were following me.I entered the beauty center I used to visit, changed my clothes, and put on a large hat and sunglasses. I believed that would be enough to disguise myself from them.However, as I took another car I had rented, I didn't notice the car parked behind me before it started following me."Hello, ma'am," the fake-ID man said.I sat in the chair opposite him.This was the first time I had ever come to a place like this. One of my friends had been the one to secure the fake identity."How can I help you?" he asked when I remained s
Chapter 22AnastasiaI leaned my head back and closed my eyes.Three consecutive days, and there was still no trace of Irina. I was happy about that. Happy that she had finally gotten the chance to start a new life. But at the same time, I was scared to my bones.What if something bad happened to her? Would I ever forgive myself?When I heard the doorknob turn, I held the book I was reading and pretended to be immersed in it.His heavy footsteps echoed across the wooden floor. I didn't raise my head. He stood right in front of me. I still didn't look up.Then I heard his footsteps fade toward the bathroom.No greetings. No warmth. No natural husband-and-wife conversation.We had been like this for our entire marriage.I used to try to melt the ice around his heart. Frequently, in fact. But lately, especially after seeing how he treated his own sister, I had finally given up on this relationship.Sorry, Nasti. We could not find any trace of Irina.A new message from my father chimed in
I couldn't remember how I drove Mia Madre and Mila to her place and sped off to the Sottosopra. I was blinded by rage, slamming the accelerator until the needle on the speedometer jumped up past 90 miles an hour in a 40 zone. Traffic lights meant nothing to me as the video kept replaying over and o
MilaI was wearing shorts and a white shirt as I walked down the stairs, holding Angela's hand in mine. He was dressed in his favourite costume, Spiderman. I had promised to take him around the city today, and he chose his Spiderman costume for the adventure.As we reached the bottom of the stairs
I stumbled a few steps back after seeing Luca break a man’s neck. He looked at me with a deadly stare. Was I a witness to something I shouldn't have seen? Will I be eliminated?I had lived in Mafia society since my early age, and I knew well that there were some things we shouldn’t see or hear. For
Luca's eyes devoured my face as he growled, “If it weren’t for my father’s dying wish to see you, you wouldn’t see me here today, you whore.”Without thinking, I spat in his face as a single traitorous tear escaped my eye.The moment I did this, my heart sank as his grip tightened on my hair. Would






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