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Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession Chapter 7
THE GUN~GISELLE~"We fulfill the contract."The words filled the space like fog, making it hard to breathe. Alessandro stood over me, big and strong, with rough, brown skin and scary muscles.He was shirtless, his chest heaving slightly, the dark ink of a tattoo…a skeletal hand crushing a rose….spread out on his left chest, right over his heart.I pressed myself deeper into the headboard, my legs tangling in the endless layers of my ruined wedding dress. "No," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Alessandro, please. You don't have to do this. You have the money. You have the territory. Just... just let me sleep in the guest room."He ignored me. He pushed off the bed, standing to his full, charging height. He turned his back to me and walked to the heavy oak doors we had just entered.Click.He turned the lock.Then he threw the deadbolt. Thud.The sound echoed in the silent room like a gunshot. It was the sound of a cage closing."The guest room is for guests," he said, not turning ar
Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession Chapter 6
THE FORTRESS~GISELLE POV~The drive took an hour. An hour of silence so deep it felt like it was crushing my lungs.We left the chaos of Manhattan behind, crossing the bridge toward Long Island. As the skyline faded into the distance, so did my hope.The city was full of witnesses, police, noise. Here, the trees grew thicker, the roads narrower, and the quietness deeper.I didn't look at Alessandro. I stared out the tinted window, watching the landscape shift from suburbs to dense, private woodlands."We are here," he announced. It was the first thing he’d said in forty minutes.The SUV slowed, turning off the main road onto an unmarked paved driveway. We approached a gate that looked less like a residential gate and more like the perimeter of a black-site military base. Twelve feet of black steel, topped with razor wire and cameras that swiveled to track our approach.The gate didn't just open; It pulled back with a loud, heavy noise.As we rolled through, I saw the guards. Men in
Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession Chapter 5
THE ACCUSATION~GISELLE POV~The sound of the world ending vanished the moment the heavy door slammed shut.One moment, I was surrounded by loud fire, cries for help, and the sound of sirens. The next moment, it was completely silent. The armored SUV felt like a strong safe space. The glass was very thick and dark, making the fire outside look like a faraway sunset. But I knew what it really was. I knew who was trapped in that twisted metal.‘Papa. Isabella.’The shock that had momentarily paralyzed me shattered. In its place, a red-hot wave of fury exploded, violent and uncontrollable.I pounced.I didn't think about his size. I didn't think about his reputation or the fact that he was built like a tank and I was wearing twenty pounds of lace. I just wanted to hurt him. I wanted to tear that mask of boredom off his face."You bastard!" I shrieked, swinging my hand toward his face.I wanted to claw his eyes out. I wanted to make him bleed the way my family was bleeding.He caught my
Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession Chapter 4
THE VOWS & THE BOOM~GISELLE POV~The sunlight outside the cathedral was violent.After the dark, heavy sadness of the monastery, the bright midday sun felt like a harsh light, revealing everything.The sudden brightness made my eyes water, or maybe that was just the delayed reaction to selling my soul five minutes ago.I gripped Alessandro’s arm. I had to. If I let go, I was pretty sure my legs would buckle under the weight of the silk, the lace, and the crushing realization that I was now ‘Giselle Romano.’"Walk," Alessandro commanded under his breath. He didn't look at me. He was looking around carefully, his eyes moving quickly like a hunter ready for a fight."Chin up. Don't look like a victim. It insults me."I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced my chin high. "I'm not a victim," I hissed back, leaning into him not for comfort, but for balance. "I'm a survivor. There's a difference."His grip on my arm tightened, just a bit. "We will see."We came down the stone steps of
Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession Chapter 3
THE WHITE CAGE~GISELLE POV~A wedding dress is supposed to be a dream. Mine was a suffocating, multi-layered nightmare of French lace and silk organza that cost more than my first year of law school tuition.I stood on the pedestal in the bridal suite of the Cathedral, staring into the tri-fold mirror. The woman staring back didn't look like Giselle Castellano. She looked like a doll. A porcelain figure wrapped in white, painted and polished until all the humanity was sanded away.The corset was so tight my ribs groaned with every shallow breath. The veil was heavy, dragging my head back, a physical burden to match the stone in my stomach."Stop fidgeting," a sharp voice snapped from behind me.Isabella, my adoptive mother, stepped into view in the mirror. She was wearing black. Fitting. She looked less like the mother of the bride and more like a widow in waiting. Her cold hands batted mine away from my waist."I can't breathe, Isabella," I whispered, my voice thin."You don't ne
Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession Chapter 2
THE MONSTER IN A SUIT~GISELLE~The Grand Ballroom of the Plaza Hotel smelled like lilies, old money, and blood.Technically, it smelled like expensive perfume and chilled champagne, but I knew better. I looked around the room, scanning the sea of black tuxedos and designer gowns. Every smile here was a baring of teeth. Every handshake was a calculation of weakness. This wasn't a party; it was a shark tank, and I had just been tossed in with a cut on my leg."Stand up straight," Julio hissed in my ear, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of my upper arm. "And smile, Giselle. You look like you’re walking to the gallows."‘I am,’ I wanted to scream. ‘You sold me to the executioner.’Instead, I widened my smile until my cheeks ached. "I am just dazzled by the decor, Papa.""Good. Stay dazzled. Stay quiet. And when I introduce you, you lower your eyes. Lorenzo Romano is a traditionalist. He likes his women submissive."I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. I smoothed the fabric
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