The Don's Obsession

Everyone was on edge as the wedding day crept closer. Sitting alone in her car, Maddie let out a heavy sigh, her mind racing. She was about to marry a guy she barely even knew—a complete stranger. They hadn’t even met face-to-face yet. Her dad had arranged the whole thing, and Maddie hadn’t had a say.Out of nowhere, a knock on the window made her jump. She rolled it down to see her younger sister, Violet, standing there with a sad, forced smile. Violet slid into the seat beside her and grabbed her hand, offering a little comfort. Maddie’s hand was ice-cold, giving away just how nervous she was."The wedding’s starting soon," Violet said softly, worry all over her face. "Are you ready?"Maddie gave a tired smile and took a shaky breath. "No, not really. But do I have a choice? This is what Papa wants. And if I say no..." She trailed off, her voice dropping. "He'll hurt me."Violet pulled her into a hug, her voice cracking. "I wish I could take your place, sis. After everything you've b

[Madison Rose]"I always wanted Marco to end up with Violet," Papa said. "Honestly, she would've made a better wife for him. But she's still too young, so the responsibility fell on you, being the eldest. It's unfair, really."I kept chewing my food, trying to tune out yet another conversation about Violet. Sometimes, I loved my sister so much it hurt — but other times, it was hard not to be jealous of how much attention Papa gave her. If Violet had been the one to marry Marco, maybe I wouldn't be stuck worrying about all this. Now the whole company would end up in my hands just because I married the man they said saved it.Papa’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "And remember this, Maddie — if Marco ever leaves you, don't expect a single penny from me. You’re on your own."I knew there were ways to get a marriage annulled, but it wasn’t easy. Still, with the Moretti family's influence, Marco probably had the power to make even the impossible happen if he wanted to.After breakfast

Marco and I walked into the room together, and I saw that my things were already there. I stood still, feeling unsure about everything—the situation, Marco's intentions now that we were alone. I glanced at him and saw him loosening his tie, with the top buttons of his shirt undone, giving me a slight peek at his chest. I took a deep breath, the memory of seeing him shirtless flooding my mind. Shaking my head, I reminded myself that now wasn't the time for those thoughts. But what did Marco do? He left the next morning, like nothing happened.Marco sat down on the edge of the bed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the veins in his forearms were visible as he moved."What are you doing, Maddie? Come here. We have unfinished business," he said, motioning for me to come over.Nervously, I walked toward him, my heart pounding. Marco had this way of being intimidating with his cold, dark expression. Actually, I guess that's just his usual look—he only has two expressions.When I finally s

I stayed quiet, just staring at the food in front of me. My hunger was completely gone.A few hours later, I stood up. Some people looked surprised, while Lucille and Renzo were watching me closely, keeping an eye on what I was doing."Ma’am—""I’m going to rest. I’m not hungry," I said.Without waiting for them to say anything else, I walked away, heading upstairs to our bedroom. I leaned against the closed door and closed my eyes, wondering if this feeling of loneliness would stick with me, even in this new space. Maybe I was wrong to think this house would be any different from my father’s. Maybe no matter where I was, the loneliness would always follow.Wanting to get some rest, I changed into fresh clothes and took care of my personal hygiene. Then, I climbed into bed, wrapping myself up in the warmth of the duvet. I wasn’t planning on actually sleeping, but I shut my eyes, hoping the darkness would bring me some comfort.Time passed, but I stayed still with my eyes closed, unable

Since that talk with Marco about not having kids, we haven't really said much to each other. It’s pretty clear he’s not interested in having a family.I might be jumping to conclusions, but does he even have any plans for the future? I can’t figure it out. It seems like he really doesn’t.As I drifted off to sleep, I turned away from him, not wanting to deal with the reminder of his harsh words. To him, those words might not mean much, but they hit me hard.Even though Marco was right there, working late on his laptop, I tried to fall asleep. The room was dark, except for the soft glow from his screen.Slowly, I finally fell asleep. I dreamed I was being held by something I couldn’t see, and it felt peaceful and weightless, like I was floating.The next day, we had to visit Marco’s parents, but first, we stopped by their company’s headquarters.When we arrived, I was amazed by how impressive the building was. It had top-notch security, and at first glance, it looked like a big corporat