All Chapters of Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Trigger warning ~ Third Person POV Alessia tried to focus as darkness surrounded her. Suddenly, a soft golden light replaced it. A warm wind brushed against her skin, carrying the scent of peonies and something sweeter. Her heart suddenly jumped with excitement and happiness. She knew who was here! Pressing her body further into the mattress, she lay on the bed, relaxing her body more. Peace settled over her, and she exhaled a deep breath. Suddenly, she felt a gentle touch on her swollen belly. She immediately looked down and saw a hand caressing her stomach with so much tenderness as if she were made of wax. The hand was big and rough, which meant it belonged to a man. The man sat beside her. She tried to focus on his face but couldn't see his features. The man leaned down and pressed a kiss on her belly as if it were the most cherished thing. Her heart clenched. His voice felt soothing, soft, and protective, exactly what she needed to hear at this moment. Suddenly, she felt

Trigger warning ~ "Did you kill my baby?" "Yes, I did!" Stunned. Silent. Speechless. Frozen. Terrified. This is what I was after hearing him. Suddenly, he stepped forward and grabbed my face from between his palms. "For me, Alessia, no one has ever been above you before, and no one ever will be. If I have to kill my child for you, I won’t hesitate again. As I said, I can burn down the whole world for you—I still stand by it." The way my father has loved me and Marco, I can't even imagine someone hurting his child. How could he? My breaths came in ragged gasps. The room began to spin, and my vision became blurry. The only thing I could see was the monster in front of me. Even after confessing to his crime, he dared to look into my eyes. He proves me wrong every time I think he could not stoop lower than this. My fingers trembled as they curled into tight fists. He killed my baby. He took the life that was growing inside me, a life I never got the chance to

Nikolai’s POV "Boss, Dimitri has escaped." Fuck! My grip on the empty glass tightened. My jaw clenched as I tried to process the guard's words. Dimitri has escaped? How? Rage coursed through my veins, burning hotter than I had ever felt. I was going to punish him cruelly for what he had done to Alessia. But the bastard ran away before I could reach him. Suddenly, my attention shifted when I heard Alessia's laugh. I turned back to her to find her on the floor, laughing like a maniac. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her hands clutching her stomach. The fire in her eyes was back, but not in the way I desired. "You planned this, didn’t you?" I muttered under my breath in a dangerously low voice. Instead of answering me, she simply smirked. One side of her lips curled into a deadly smile. My blood boiled. She helped him. My patience snapped, and I lost control. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done?" My voice was barely calm. Her lips parted slightly, but she did

**Third Person POV** Nikolai stormed into the mansion. His eyes were deadly and ready to burn; his palms were curled at his sides into tight balls, ready to punch; and his body was taut and eager to kill. His breaths came out loud and rough, barely containing his anger. His muscles twitched as he rotated his neck. He couldn't believe that Dimitri had slipped through his fingers. He searched for the traitor everywhere but couldn't find him. Nevertheless, he was determined to find that bastard again and get rid of him. It was midnight when he returned home. There was a deadly silence all around the mansion; the air was suffocating with tension as if the walls sensed his anger. Not even the wind made a sound as if he could stop it with his rage. He was out of control. He knew only one person could calm him down, and that was his wife, Alessia. He not only wanted her; he needed her. After what had happened earlier, he knew she would not let him near her, nor did he want to push

Nikolai's POV Three days. Seventy-two excruciating hours. My fists curled tightly. My Dolcezza has been away from me for the last three days. These three days felt like three decades. I wasn't this restless when I was away from her for three years. Maybe because at that time I knew she was with her father, safe and secure, beyond my reach but not in danger. Now, I don't even know where she is. "Fuck!" The curse slipped from my mouth. A metallic taste of blood touched my tongue as I bit my lower lip tightly when the sharp edge of the whip dug into my skin, deeper this time. My whole body was drenched with sweat; my back was dripping with hot, thick blood. But I care less. Because this was my punishment for letting her go, for being foolish enough to think I could control her fire. My Dolcezza. My stubborn, reckless, impossible Dolcezza. How could I be so careless toward her? Another whip landed on my back, further opening my fresh wounds. The pain spread through my