Lahat ng Kabanata ng HUNTING ROSE; THE MAFIA DARKEST OBSESSION : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Rose Alexandria Sinclair;It was midnight—the hour when debts are paid in blood. My blood ran cold, goosebumps rising as I watched them beat the life out of my pa.“Stop!” I cried, dropping to my knees. Tears poured down my face, my lips trembling with the pain tearing through me. “Please…I’ll pay the bills! Just don’t kill him!” I begged, every word a plea from the depths of my soul.One of them turned, an eyebrow raised, a mocking smile on his lips. “You’ll pay? Is that so?” He sneered, glancing at my father. “Desmond, you didn’t tell us your daughter was rich… alright, sweetheart. Five million—cash. Right now.”“Five million? Pa?!” I screamed, my voice breaking with frustration. “What the hell were you doing with five million!? You owe them that much?” I shook my head, ruffling my hair, my heart pounding in my chest. Panic clawed at me, the room spinning as I tried to make sense of it all.One of the men laughed darkly, the sound sending a chill down my spine. “Five million doesn’t

"If you take even a single step towards me, that's it. Your fate is sealed forever,” Frederico sneered, his lips curling into a smirk.My heart hammered in my chest. I had no choice. I couldn’t let my father die because of my selfishness. But this... this was the price I had to pay.I nodded slowly, my throat tight with unshed tears."Yes. I agree, Red. I’ll be your toy," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. The tears burned my eyes, slipping down my cheeks as I said the words I’d never imagined I’d say.Somewhere, on the edge of the city, my father was tied to a bridge—his life hanging by a thread. And my mother—she lay unconscious in a hospital bed, unaware that her life was hanging in the balance too. If I chose myself now, everyone—every single person I loved—would be gone. It was me or them."Then come on…" His voice was steady, but the command behind it was unmistakable. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart pounding in my chest. I could barely move, each step feeling heavier th

Rose Alexandria Sinclair;The moment Frederico released me, I didn’t hesitate—I bolted. My legs moved faster than my thoughts, carrying me as far away from his cold presence as I could manage. I stumbled into the room and collapsed onto the bed, overwhelmed by a rush of tears that seemed to drown me whole.What hurt the most wasn’t just being in his service—it was the emptiness in his eyes. The same eyes that had once held warmth now only reflected anger, disdain, and irritation. His words had been sharp, cutting through me like daggers, each one worse than the last. My stomach churned with the weight of it.“Are you crying?” a faint voice asked, cutting through the silence. I shook my head quickly, but the lump in my throat betrayed me.“Yes, you are, foolish girl,” the voice continued, soft but firm. “It’s okay to cry. Come on, let it out—cry if it hurts!”The dam inside me broke, and I sobbed harder, burying my face into the mattress. A scream tore from my throat, raw and unrestrai

Frederico Grey Di Grazia Her jaw tightened, and her hands curled into fists, but she didn’t respond.I chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “What, no answer? Cat got your tongue? Or is it just that you can’t bring yourself to admit it?”She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want from me?”I stood, the space between us shrinking as I closed the distance. She flinched slightly but held her ground, her breathing shallow. “What do I want?” I echoed, tilting my head. “I want you to dance. Like you used to.”Her eyes widened slightly, the anger in them flickering to life again. “Please… don’t—”“Don’t what?” I interrupted, my voice soft but laced with menace. “Don’t remind you of what you were? Of how you used to beg for my attention?”Her lips parted as if she wanted to argue, to lash out, but she said nothing. She couldn’t. Instead, she dropped her gaze, her shoulders stiff as she struggled to keep her composure.“Dance, Rose,” I said, stepping back and gestur

Rose Alexandria Sinclair"I'm sorry I put you through this," I said softly, helping Nathalie clean and bandage her wounds. She didn’t say a word at first, just nodded, her expression distant.After a long stretch of silence, she finally murmured, "It's okay… it’s not your fault either."I wasn’t sure if I believed her, but there was no time to dwell. Nathalie suddenly straightened up and said, "It's time for the night route… we’re both up!" She reached out to help me to my feet.Night shifts. One of the many things I hated about this place.The rules in this house were ridiculous. No eating after ten in the morning. No talking to the guards under any circumstances. It was stifling, suffocating.What was Red into? Mafia? Something even worse?As we walked out of the room and went our separate ways to begin our shifts, I couldn't help but notice the men stationed around every corner of the house.Dressed in black. Always with those dark sunglasses, even at night. Something wasn’t adding