All Chapters of Becoming the Forbidden Possession of the Mafia Boss: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nikolai’s POVThe mansion felt different when we returned. The air was thick with tension, and I could sense the undercurrent of chaos before we even stepped through the front door. Gabriel’s voice carried from the living room, sharp and commanding, cutting through the silence like a blade. I exchanged a glance with Adrian, who seemed to steel himself for whatever storm awaited us inside.“How can you be there and didn’t see him leave?” Gabriel’s words echoed off the marble walls, his frustration palpable even from a distance.I felt a familiar tightness in my chest, the bandages beneath my shirt suddenly feeling more constricting. The wounds were still tender, each breath a reminder of last night’s events. Adrian had seen them, had touched them with those careful fingers, and the memory of his shock still lingered in my mind. The way his eyes had widened, the questions he’d asked that I couldn’t answer—wouldn’t answer.Liliana’s voice drifted toward us, softer but no less concerned.

Adrian’s Pov"No." The word left my mouth before I could stop it, cutting through Leonardo's demand like a blade through silk.Leonardo's face contorted with disbelief, then rage. "What did you just say?""I said no." I straightened my shoulders, meeting his wild stare without flinching. "I won't kill Nikolai. Find another way to handle your family politics."The silence that followed was deafening. Leonardo's chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. When he finally spoke, his voice was deadly quiet. "Peter."Peter appeared instantly, as if he'd been waiting just outside the door. "Yes, sir?""Take Adrian to the attic. Lock him in. And confiscate his phone."As Peter's firm grip closed around my arm, Leonardo stepped closer, his breath hot against my face. "I warned you not to complete that mega town project, Adrian. But you did it anyway, didn't you? Now the Moretti family will face losses while the Mancini family enjoys their success." His eyes

Adrian’s Pov"No." The word left my mouth before I could stop it, cutting through Leonardo's demand like a blade through silk.Leonardo's face contorted with disbelief, then rage. "What did you just say?""I said no." I straightened my shoulders, meeting his wild stare without flinching. "I won't kill Nikolai. Find another way to handle your family politics."The silence that followed was deafening. Leonardo's chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. When he finally spoke, his voice was deadly quiet. "Peter."Peter appeared instantly, as if he'd been waiting just outside the door. "Yes, sir?""Take Adrian to the attic. Lock him in. And confiscate his phone."As Peter's firm grip closed around my arm, Leonardo stepped closer, his breath hot against my face. "I warned you not to complete that mega town project, Adrian. But you did it anyway, didn't you? Now the Moretti family will face losses while the Mancini family enjoys their success." His eyes

Adrian’s POVI couldn’t bear to look at him, yet from the side of my eyes u could see clearly. His tender eyes, the red hue dripping from his mouth. At first I thought it was his wound, but for every words that went out of Gabriel’s lips, there was a cough that carried a pile of blood with it. Was it really because of me?Did my acceptance prompt such?He said it was just sex, I believe him. Or should I doubt him?I walked up the stairway and held Isabelle’s hands. Her delicate eyes were white, and I could tell she had been ill. I tried to smile and took her back to the room, after I laid the bed and she lied down, I finally could ask her.“What happened the past week?” “I was poisoned in the bar and uncle Niko went to check but he was shot six times and Gregory is in coma.”My hands tightened on the sheets and it crumpled. Tears welled up in my eyes. I tried so much to hide it, but it trickled down my skin and Isabelle caught a glimpse.“I’m fine Adrian. You don’t…”Her hands w

Adrian's PovThe weight of Nikolai’s words hung between us like a loaded gun. “I will give you access to the company’s funds so you can finish up with the project.”I squinted at him, my mind racing to process what he’d just offered. “Why?” The question came out sharper than I intended. “Why would you trust me with that kind of access?”Something flickered in his steel-gray eyes, too quick for me to interpret. Was it calculation? Concern? Whatever it was, it spoke to the tenderness I felt in his touch just hours ago.The silence stretched between us. I found myself studying his face, searching for any trace of the vulnerable man who had collapsed into my arms last night. But the mask was firmly in place now, that carefully constructed facade of control and composure that made Nikolai Volkov so formidable.“To hasten the project.” I pushed the remaining toast around my plate, my appetite completely gone. The intimacy of the moment felt surreal, here we were, sharing breakfast lik