Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Don's Obsession: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Lately, I’ve been watching my sister chase after Renzo nonstop, and honestly, it’s been a bit much. Sometimes I just shake my head, not getting what she’s doing, and there are times when I want to close my eyes and pretend I’m not seeing it. You know that feeling of secondhand embarrassment? That weird cringe you get from someone else’s awkwardness even though you’re not involved? That’s exactly how I feel whenever Violet pulls her attention-seeking stunts around Renzo.One day, I came home from work to find Violet slouched on the couch, looking totally defeated. She’d been pestering Renzo all day, but now she seemed like she’d given up. I sat down next to her, worried.No matter how off-track she was acting, I couldn’t stand seeing Violet so down. Her sadness felt like it was weighing on me too.“I’ve been trying to get Renzo’s attention for so long, but it’s hard. I think he only sees me as your sister. Maybe he thinks I don’t notice how he’s avoiding me,” Violet said, her voice sad.

I rushed around looking for my staff, my nerves on edge. When I couldn't find anyone quickly, I grabbed the car keys and decided to handle things myself. I chose one of Marco's cars.As I sped out of the driveway, the house guard saw me and quickly opened the gate, his face full of surprise. But I didn’t stop to acknowledge him—I was too focused on what was happening.I drove fast, my heart racing with every turn. I parked in a hurry, barely paying attention, and jumped out of the car, desperate to get inside.The gate was half open, and the whole place felt way too quiet. I pushed the gate open and rushed inside without thinking. The house was dark, no lights on anywhere. I called out to the helpers, but no one answered."Violet?" I shouted, my voice echoing.I kept calling her name until I finally heard her weak voice, "S-Sis, we're in the kitchen."Her words were shaky, and it was clear she was crying. I rushed to the kitchen, hoping to find her with Aunt Mildred, but before I could

“Sis,” Violet whispered, barely audible. “The new driver… he was one of them. He tricked us all. He got into our house, watched us, learned everything. This whole thing was planned. They knew Marco was leaving and that the Moretti family would be distracted. That’s why they picked today to strike.”She looked at me with worry written all over her face. There was fear in her eyes, but I gave her a small, reassuring smile. Ronan might think he knew everything about the Morettis, but he had no idea what I was capable of. He didn’t know I already had a plan—one that might just get us out of here.As I explained the plan in whispers and signals, I could see Violet starting to believe. She was scared, but she trusted me. It wasn’t a perfect plan—far from it. We had no guarantees, just a lot of risk. But I was ready to do whatever it took to get us both out, even if it meant putting my life on the line.When they handed out our tiny portions of food, Violet and I exchanged a look. It was time

Violet suddenly pulled away from me and took off running in the opposite direction. The look in her eyes was fierce—so full of determination that it stunned the guys chasing us for a second. It was just enough of a distraction. The moment I saw they were going after her, I bolted the other way.Tears streamed down my face as I ran, my chest aching with worry for Violet. I prayed—hard—that she’d be okay until I could get help.I was beyond exhausted, but I didn’t let myself stop. My legs were numb from running, and I wasn’t even sure how I was still moving. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t notice the ground sloping sharply ahead.I tripped—and went tumbling down the hill. Pain shot through me as I landed, but I forced myself to get up. That’s when I realized—I’d landed on a road. An empty one, but still… a road.I got up fast and kept going, hoping—begging—for a passing car, for anyone kind enough to stop.But every car that drove by just kept going, not even slowing down. My screa

We followed the guy without hesitation, even though he clearly wasn’t too happy about me tagging along. His resistance didn’t matter—I wasn’t about to back off. On the other side of the river, some of Marco’s men were causing a scene, pulling something out of the water. I fought my way through the crowd to see what they had found."Violet!"My sister’s usually pale skin looked almost ghostly, and her lips were colorless. She looked lifeless, her eyes shut in a way that made my heart drop.I rushed toward her, but the officers on the scene stopped me."You can’t, ma’am," one of them said firmly.I stared at her body, feeling a knot in my stomach—it looked so much like Violet."No! I need to make sure it’s really her! Let me through!"I pushed against the police, desperate to get closer to Violet, but Marco quickly grabbed me, holding me back.I saw him, and he wouldn’t meet my eyes. He looked away, unable to face what was happening.A wave of emptiness hit me as the reality of it all sa