Lahat ng Kabanata ng In The Arms Of A Mafia Boss : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

(Alessio's POV) I had told Lisa to sit down because I wanted to tell her about the strange caller who seemed to know about her. But when she sat across from me and stared at me with those innocent, beautiful eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She’s fragile, and I knew she might get scared if I told her. I didn’t want her to live in fear, knowing her life could be in danger. That’s why I had asked her to stay with me while I finished the coffee she made, instead of telling her about the strange caller. From the moment I kidnapped her and brought her into my home, I knew I was endangering her life. Yet, I chose to take that risk and keep her with me. Her face wasn’t something I could ever grow tired of, so I wanted to keep seeing it. I didn’t want any man to lust over her beauty and body—except me. As I sipped the coffee slowly, I noticed the frustrated look on her face. If she had her way, she’d probably yell at me to finish the coffee quickly so she could go back to her room

(Alessio's POV) Lisa took the bottle of water and medicine from me, avoiding eye contact. She read the prescription on the medicine before swallowing two pills. "Are you okay now?" I asked, hoping the medicine would work quickly so she could stop feeling pain. I didn’t like the way she looked right now; it felt like she’d died. The pain consumed her to the extent that she lost her voice. I didn’t know women went through this kind of pain during their monthly flow. If not for Isabella, I wouldn’t have known what was going on with her. I’ve always known she was stubborn, but I didn’t realize she was this stubborn. She was dying in pain, and yet she chose to hide it from me. Did she have any idea how worried I was when I came into the room and saw her like that? I thought she was going to die with the way she held her stomach, her voice weak and faint. It scared me so much that I rushed to the nearest pharmacy as quickly as I could to get her medicine. What the heck is she doing to

(Alessio's POV) My eyes scanned every word of the letter Lisa's father had written. Each line was filled with longing and desperation, describing how much he missed his daughter and wished for her return. It was heartfelt and raw, written with the emotions of a father who would move heaven and earth for his child. Every single thing Ivan had told Lisa's father had come from me. The lies, the reassurances—those were my words. The one million dollars I gave him as compensation for Lisa’s absence was meant to quiet his suspicions, not prompt him to write this letter. I never expected he'd write a letter to Lisa. "Are you going to give the letter to her?" Ivan asked. I stared at the words in the letter again. Lisa would definitely try to escape if she saw this letter. She hadn't attempted to escape again, but she would surely do so if I give her the letter from her dad. I didn’t want her to leave. I wanted her to stay with me. I didn’t know how long, but I just wanted her around me.

(Alessio's POV) She kept smiling and blushing as she flipped through the pages of the book she was reading. She was so engrossed in it that she forgot I was sitting right next to her. I couldn't help but grow curious about what was so captivating in the book that made her blush and smile with each passing second. "Is the book that interesting?" I asked, so she'd know I was still presence in the library. Lisa only gave me a nod and flip to the next page, her eyes darting on the lines inside the book. I was relief that she was back to herself, and she was smiling again rather than clutching to her stomach in pain. At one point, she laughed out loud. I furrowed my brows, wondering if books could really be that interesting or if she was just exaggerating. I had never read a book before, except for those related to the DeLuca history. The entire collection of books here was purely for show because the library concealed the exit out of this house. It became more stocked with books afte

(Lisa's POV) A smile surged through me as I stood by the window in my room, embracing the cold air blowing in. Having worked as a weather forecaster for almost two years before being kidnapped by Alessio, I could easily tell it was going to rain. Still, there was a 15% chance it might not. I had studied hard to become a weather forecaster because I always dreamt of announcing the weather on TV and radio, helping people avoid being drenched by unexpected rain. Exhaling, I looked down from the window. The guards were still on patrol, their huge guns slung over their shoulders. I wondered if they ever slept at all because they always seemed to be on watch twenty-four hours a day. One of the guards spotted me and bowed. I gave him a nervous smile before closing the window. If I could remember correctly, he was one of the men Alessio had sent to kidnap me. “Madame,” I heard someone say, knocking on the door. I left the window and went to open it. Vanessa stepped in, a smile spread acr