All Chapters of Becoming the Forbidden Possession of the Mafia Boss: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Adrian’s POVI quietly stepped backwards, making sure not to make a sound. I was doomed today. Isabelle have cursed my day. I let my hips do the movement as I bent my head forward. I still couldn’t see properly. So I went back up and walked down the stairway as though I had just gotten up.I did that in other to find a good spot to watch them from. And I did. I watched from my position on the stairs as Nikolai’s entire body went rigid, his jaw tightening so hard I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. The casual mask he’d been wearing slipped for just a moment.“A date,” he repeated, his voice carefully neutral, but I knew him well enough to hear the edge beneath the calm.Isabelle didn’t seem to notice the sudden shift in atmosphere. She was practically glowing with excitement about our planned outing, completely oblivious to Nikolai’s brewing storm.“Yes,” she said brightly, adjusting the strap of her purse. “We’re going to spend the day together. Get to know each oth

Nikolai’s POVI checked my watch for the fifteenth time in the last hour. 3:47 PM. They’d been gone for over four hours now, and each minute that passed felt like an empty space. My phone sat on my desk, silent and mocking, despite the fact that I’d already sent three messages to Gregory asking for updates.The rational part of my mind knew I was being ridiculous. They’d gone to the hospital first to see the surrogate, then probably lunch, maybe some shopping. Normal things that normal married couples did on their “dates.” The word left a bitter taste in my mouth even thinking it.But rational thought had abandoned me hours ago, replaced by a gnawing jealousy that ate at my insides like acid.My study felt like a prison. The mahogany walls that usually provided comfort now seemed to close in on me. I’d tried going through the contracts to distract myself from the images my mind kept conjuring. Adrian laughing at something Isabelle said. Adrian holding her hand as they walked through

Nikolai’s POVThe sight of Isabelle in that evening gown made something twist in my stomach. She looked radiant. The deep blue silk complemented her dark hair perfectly, and the jewelry caught the remaining daylight like scattered stars.“I want to go have dinner with my husband outside like a couple,” she announced, her voice filled with anticipation.Adrian’s posture shifted beside me. I could practically feel him recoiling from the suggestion, though his expression remained carefully neutral. “You seem restless tonight,” I observed, setting my spoon down deliberately. “Perhaps it’s boredom setting in. Grief manifests in strange ways, Isabelle.”Her entire demeanor changed instantly. The brightness drained from her face, replaced by fury. Her hands clenched at her sides, the silk of her dress rustling with the sudden tension.“Don’t mention that again,” she said, her voice low. “I’m still not okay with how someone I loved sold me off to my enemy.”She was talking about Elena, her e

Nikolai’s POVLeonardo spotted us before we’d even fully emerged from the car. His weathered face split into a grin that reminded me of a shark scenting blood in the water. Armano stood beside him, adjusting his cufflinks with the casual arrogance of someone who’d just pulled off the impossible.Gabriel and I approached the entrance, intending to walk past them without acknowledgment. But Leonardo had never been one to let an opportunity for psychological warfare slip by.“If you Mancinis want to rule the country, then contest for the presidency,” he called out, his voice carrying across the marble courtyard with theatrical volume. “Why waste time finding someone you can manipulate?”The president stood three feet away, close enough to hear every word. His expression remained diplomatically neutral, but I caught the slight tightening around his eyes. Leonardo’s comment wasn’t just an insult—it was a deliberate provocation designed to poison our relationship with the man we’d helped pu

Nikolai's POVThe president reached for a remote control sitting beside his leather-bound agenda. The wall-mounted screen behind his desk flickered to life, casting an unnatural glow across the room’s mahogany panels.“There’s something you both need to see,” he said, his voice carrying the careful neutrality of a man delivering terminal news.I recognized the parking garage immediately. The concrete pillars, the fluorescent lighting, the security camera angle that captured everything in stark black and white. My stomach dropped before the timestamp even appeared in the corner: three weeks ago, 11:47 PM.Gabriel leaned forward in his chair. “When did this happen?”I couldn’t respond. On screen, I watched myself enter the frame with purposeful strides. Elena appeared moments later, her face clear despite the grainy quality. What followed was a methodical execution—my hands around her throat, her futile struggles, the precise moment when her body went limp.“Recently,” I managed to answ