All Chapters of The Don's Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Marco pulled me into a tighter embrace, and I looked up to meet his intense gaze.At first, I thought Marco was completely indifferent to everything that was happening, but now I realized I was wrong. He was definitely affected; he just kept his feelings hidden.Eventually, we got home, leaving Caleb behind to lead the search for the Lombardis. I overheard Marco talking to his dad, handing over the responsibility of running the company while he was away.Once we got to the house, the staff helped me freshen up since I was too drained to do it on my own. But when I was left alone, I couldn’t do anything. I felt so weak, and the idea that Violet wasn’t here anymore just didn’t feel real. My mind couldn’t fully accept it.I lay on the bed, quietly crying. No matter how hard I tried to stop, every memory of Violet’s last words just made the tears come back.I grabbed my pillow, pressing my face into it, letting it soak up the endless tears.The door creaked open, and I immediately pulled t

Marco handed the gun off to one of his guys before walking toward me. He stopped for a second when he saw Caleb."Why'd you bring her here?" Marco asked, his voice cold and sharp."She wanted to know where you were," Caleb said casually.Marco moved straight toward me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me out of the room. He shut the door behind us, blocking my view of the men inside. I looked up at him, meeting his icy stare.It had been a while since he'd looked at me like that, and it made me feel uneasy all over again."Go home, Maddie. I'll have someone take you back," he said."No," I said, getting my bearings. His cold stare hadn't changed. "I haven't seen you at home. I don't even know if you're still coming back. That's why I asked Caleb to find you. Who are the men inside? What are you doing to them?"Marco hesitated, clearly holding back something. He finally closed his eyes and gave me another icy look."None of your business, Maddie. Go home," he said.One of his guys came up, ga

“I don’t know,” I said, hesitating. “Lately, I’ve felt like I’ve just been a distraction—like I’ve been holding you back. You used to be so focused before we got married, even before you told me how you felt. Sometimes it feels like I pulled you into my chaos.” I pulled back slightly from his embrace but still held him close. “But I don’t regret marrying you, Marco. Not for a second. I just hope you feel the same. And if there’s anything I can do to help, just say the word. I want to be someone you lean on, not someone you have to carry. A lot of people are counting on your decisions, and I’ll always have your back. I’m not that same Maddie who used to second-guess you. I get it now—what your life really entails. And if you ever feel like you need a little space because I’m stepping on your toes... well, I’ll try not to take it personally.” I gave a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood, but it didn’t quite land.Marco just looked at me, and I ended up laughing a little at myself, try

“Mason,” I muttered under my breath, barely loud enough to hear myself. The name triggered a flood of memories—he was Violet’s new driver, the one involved in my kidnapping. Ronan had used him as a pawn. But now? Everything was flipping upside down.“You!” Lucille snapped, her voice sharp with rage. “Aren’t you one of Ronan’s goons?”Mason gave a tired but sly smile. “Yeah, I was. Ronan tested my loyalty by having me help capture Ma’am Maddie. That’s when Sir Marco stepped in.”We all froze. Marco? What was going on?Mason kept going, his tone more serious now. “Sir Marco suspected there was a traitor in your circle. He needed proof. So he sent me undercover into Violet’s house to keep an eye on things. But you, Lucille… You never let me get close enough. You always met with Violet in private, and I couldn’t figure out where your loyalty really stood.”The room went quiet, the air thick with tension. It was like the curtain had just been pulled back on a much bigger game than any of u

I gave Violet a look. Really? Was now seriously the time for jokes? Renzo cleared his throat, probably trying to move past her comment. “We jumped into the river on purpose,” he said. “We knew the current would carry us. I can swim, so it wasn’t a big risk. Lucille and her crew just assumed we drowned. They never checked. That was part of the plan—to throw them off and keep them guessing. They weren’t even sure if we’d been taken out by the Morettis. Gabriele was waiting for us downstream. That’s how we made our final escape.” I glanced over at Caleb, expecting he’d want to chime in now that everyone else had spoken. “I didn’t do much,” he said with a grin. “Mostly just cursed a lot, Ma’am.”