All Chapters of The Mafia's Little Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elena’s Point Of ViewNicholas’s mansion loomed ahead, its familiar silhouette shrouded in the golden glow of dusk. My heart pounded as the car slowed to a stop, the driver silently opening the door for me. Stepping out, I was greeted by the scent of roses from the garden Nicholas had planted for me, roses I had once adored. Now, the smell turned my stomach. I swallowed the lump in my throat, straightened my shoulders, and forced my lips into a neutral line. This definitely wasn't homecoming. It was a mission.The front door opened, and there he stood. Nicholas. His tall frame filled the doorway, and for a moment, his face lit up with something close to relief, even joy. “Elena,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.I wanted to flinch, to step back, but I couldn’t. Not yet. “Nicholas,” I said evenly, the name tasting bitter on my tongue.He closed the distance between us in a few strides, his arms outstretched as if to embrace me, but he hesitated. “I... God, I’ve missed you.”H

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe sight of Nicholas sitting in his office, head bowed under the weight of his collapsing empire, was a sight I hadn’t prepared myself for. He looked… defeated. The Nicholas I had known was untouchable, a force of nature that commanded respect and fear. But now, he seemed fragile, human.His fingers combed through his dark hair as he stared blankly at the scattered papers on his desk. Sleepless nights had etched dark circles under his eyes, his once-sharp gaze dulled by exhaustion. Watching him like this sent an ache through my chest, a sensation I hadn’t anticipated."Stop it, Elena," I scolded myself. "You can’t afford to feel sorry for him." I tore my eyes away and busied myself in the kitchen, though I had no appetite. I needed a distraction. My hands moved mechanically, preparing a simple meal for Nicholas, a small, meaningless gesture. Or at least that’s what I told myself. It wasn’t about care or affection, it was about maintaining my cover.As I stirred

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe silence of the night wrapped around the mansion like a shroud, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioning and the soft rhythm of Nicholas’s breathing. He lay beside me, his face serene, unguarded in sleep. The powerful man who dominated every room he entered now looked vulnerable, almost boyish.My chest tightened painfully as I watched him. This is the man who shattered my world, I reminded myself, but the thought didn’t land with the weight I needed it to. My emotions warred violently, love, hatred, guilt, and a strange longing for what could have been.I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, wincing when the mattress creaked under my weight. My bare feet barely made a sound as they touched the cold floor. Nicholas stirred slightly, mumbling something unintelligible, but he didn’t wake. My heart skipped a beat as I stood frozen, holding my breath. When his breathing evened out again, I tiptoed toward the bathroom, closing the door softly behin

Elena’s Point of View As Nicholas fell.I watched in horror as his body hit the cold, unforgiving ground, his blood seeping into the dirt like ink staining a blank page. My breath hitched, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might shatter inside my chest.This wasn’t supposed to happen.Alejandro had promised. "We will capture him and hand him over to the authorities for proper punishment" these were his words.My hands trembled as I clutched the leaves around me, my entire body frozen in place. The gunshot still echoed in my ears, deafening, final. Nicholas’s eyes locked onto mine from where he lay, barely clinging to consciousness.I wanted to move. To run to him. To say something.But I couldn’t.Tears blurred my vision as I bit down on my lip to keep from making a sound. Alejandro stood over him, his gun still aimed, a sickening smirk curling at the corner of his lips.“So Nick,” Alejandro murmured, nudging Nicholas’s body with the tip of his boot. “You put up a good fight, I

Elena’s Point Of ViewThere was no sense of time here. No windows. No clocks. Only the dim flicker of the overhead light, the damp scent of mold and steel, and the hollow ache in my stomach that told me I had been here far too long.Days had passed... I was sure of it but how many? I had lost count.My wrists were raw from the heavy chains, my legs weak from exhaustion. Sleep came in restless fragments, stolen in moments where my body could no longer resist the pull of fatigue. But even in sleep, the nightmares found me.I dreamed of Nicholas.. of the way his body had fallen, the life draining from his eyes as he reached for me. Of Alejandro’s laughter, cold and merciless.I woke up to the sound of the door unlocking.My body tensed.Marco walked in.He looked as put-together as ever, dressed in a crisp black suit, his dark hair neatly styled. He carried himself with ease, as if he weren’t standing in a room where a woman had been chained up like an animal for days.His gaze flickered