Semua Bab The Don's Obsession: Bab 131 - Bab 140

[MADISON]"Maddie…" a man called out as he walked up to me. I’d nearly killed him yesterday, thinking he was never going to back down—but somehow, he made me hesitate. I don’t have amnesia. I remember everything, crystal clear. I remember the four men standing in front of me now. I just didn’t expect to see him again so soon."Her name’s not Maddie! She’s Teacher Leilah!" the kids I’d been teaching yelled out. I didn’t have any official teaching background, but when I found myself here, surrounded by kids who’d been robbed of a proper education, I figured I could at least help them learn to read and write.As they calmed down, I smiled at one of them and told them to keep working quietly while I talked to the familiar strangers. One of them had even once pushed for an annulment—funny, in a dark sort of way."I'm Leilah," I said with a polite smile. I kept up the friendly front for the rest of them. But when my eyes landed on Marco, my smile faded. I had unfinished business with him—de

[MADISON]“Despite what people think, Marco isn’t the one responsible for Carson’s parents’ deaths,” Martina said. “Sure, he played a role in their financial downfall, but the actual murders? That's Ronan Lombardi.”I blinked, confused. “But… why would Ronan do that? Weren’t they on the same side?”“They were,” she replied, “but Ronan being Ronan, he found a way to twist everything. He used Carson’s anger toward Marco to his advantage. Carson was already pissed about the company going under. Then, when his parents died under shady circumstances, he snapped. He just didn’t realize it was actually the Lombardis behind it all.”My lips parted, but I couldn’t say anything right away. It was a lot to take in.“If Carson had only gone after Marco, he might’ve handled it,” Martina continued. “But then you got pulled into it, and everything went downhill fast. Marco’s always been like this—when he’s overwhelmed, he pushes people away. Especially the ones he cares about. It’s how he tries to p

[MADISON]When I got back home, I told Martina everything that had happened with Carson — the tense conversation, how he found me, and that I had no clue where he’d gone afterward.To my surprise, Martina just said, “I know.”I blinked. “Wait, what?!”She shrugged like it was no big deal. “I had a feeling he might be hiding out in Minnesota. That’s what I meant when I said we had a lead — I just didn’t have the exact location.”I stared at her, stunned. “So you sent me here knowing Carson might show up?!”Martina didn’t even flinch. “Exactly. That was the whole point — to draw him out.”I couldn’t believe it. I was furious. She was just like Marco in so many ways, except worse in some — she didn’t even pretend I wasn’t being used.“I should’ve caught him when I had the chance,” I muttered, frustrated.Martina shook her head. “Carson’s smart. He knows Marco’s after him, so he’s being extra careful. If we’d had any of our people near you earlier, he would’ve sensed it and stayed hidden.

[MADISON]I spend my mornings helping out with the kids, and in the afternoons, I work at a little stall selling souvenirs and accessories to tourists. Our town’s small, but the beaches are beautiful. It’s not super commercial like the big tourist spots, but that’s kind of what makes it special. There are nearby islands too, but most of them are private, so you can’t really visit.“Sorry I’m late,” I said as I arrived, realizing I’d lost track of time again—thanks to Marco, who’s been taking up way too much space in my head lately.I could tell he felt bad, but I wasn’t about to let him see how easily he could get to me. A little affection and I’m just supposed to melt? Please. What happens when we have a real argument someday—am I supposed to cave every time with one sweet gesture? No way.“Hey, Leilah,” three of my coworkers greeted me cheerfully. We’re a bit of an odd mix—I’m the quiet one, and they’re all full of energy—but somehow we get along great.I jumped right in to help. Sa

[MADISON]Marco’s still around—always nearby, even if he’s not right in front of me. I catch glimpses of him every day, like he’s quietly keeping an eye on things from the background. Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to get in touch with Martina, but no luck. It’s starting to make me nervous. Should I be worried? It’s Martina, after all—she usually has everything under control.I thought about calling Emma or Stella for help, but then I remembered—Martina only gave me her number on this phone, and I haven’t heard from her in days. I have no clue where she is. Maybe she’s overseas again for work? She does that a lot. That’s probably it. She’ll show up eventually, and we’ll sort all of this out. For now, I just have to trust my gut and keep moving forward.It’s Friday. Tomorrow’s the day I meet Carson. I need to be ready for anything. If it gets dicey, I’ll make a run for it—I’m outnumbered, so fighting isn’t the smart choice. It’s risky, yeah, but I can’t pass up this chance to figure out w