บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Dark Obsession: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Isabella lay on the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around Antonio's torso. She clung to him, skin damp from the shower and the mind blowing sex they just had. They were back in the normal bedroom. Antonio's eyes were closed as he stroked the curve of her spine, savoring the feeling of her body pressed against his. The time on the wall clock was 4PM.Beside him, his phone lit up with numerous text messages which he ignored. This was one of the times when he didn't feel the pressure of his mafia duty bearing down on him. When the vibrations from the phone intensified, Isabella lifted her head and stared at him. "Aren't you going to check that?" She asked softly. He turned to look at her, amused at her surreal expression. She looked content, completely satisfied. Her hair lay in damp waves over her shoulders and he reached out and curled a strand around his finger. "Don't worry about it." He replied. "But it could be urgent, or important." Before he could reply, his phone rang. He

Shantelle pulled Isabella up the stairs, heading towards the balcony. She smiled and waved to other guests as she walked past them, while Isabella tried to keep up. There were a few people scattered around the balcony, holding glasses of champagne. They glanced at them for a moment before turning away. Shantelle stopped beside the railing and finally let go of Isabella's hand. "I'm sorry if I pulled you too fast." She began, smiling brightly. "I was trying to hide away from someone."Isabella smiled back and tried not to fidget under her deep stare. "It's alright." She murmured, then asked the question burning in her throat. "Why didn't you get a symbol of ownership? Then you wouldn't have to hide.""Because I can't be owned, amore." Shantelle replied, laughing softly. "I'm too wild, too spontaneous.""Oh." Isabella mumbled and looked away. A part of her didn't want Shantelle addressing her as 'amore'. She had gotten used to Antonio calling her that, and it sounded strange when Sh

Vincenzo was standing with a group of men in the drawing room, laughing loudly at a joke when he spotted Antonio coming towards him. He excused himself and met him halfway, a wide smile on his face. "Don Antonio, leaving so soon?" He asked, holding out his hand for a handshake."I played my part, Vince. I came, but I can't stay until the end." Antonio replied, clasping Vincenzo's hand in a firm handshake. "It's because of the girl, isn't it?" There was an odd smile on Vincenzo's face. "I saw how you walked out on everyone back there. It was because of her, wasn't it?"Antonio pulled back from him and thrust his hands into his pocket. "What I do, and how I do it, is not your bloody business, Vince." He muttered. "I'm just voicing out what everyone is afraid to say." Vincenzo went on. "People are talking, Antonio. And you don't expect them to stay silent, not with you being vegas mafia king." "What exactly are they saying?""It's less about you, and more about your woman." Vincenz

The moment her lips touched Mario's, he jolted. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, surprise written all over his face. "What are you doing?" His voice sounded strained, like it was suddenly difficult for him to speak. Isabella herself was stunned by what she did. She jumped off the couch and moved away from him, holding her hand out. "I..." Her voice caught, tears brimming in her eyes. What had she done? "Isabella..." Mario tried to move towards her but she held her hand higher, stopping him. "Don't." She whispered, shaking her head. "Don't come any closer. I... I don't know what came over me... I shouldn't... I'm sorry..." Her voice broke as she burst into tears. She fell to her knees, her hands covering her face, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. The sight of her crying tore at Mario's heart. He closed the space between them and pulled her against him, his hands going round her body, stroking her back. He didn't say a word, just held her close, dropping light k

The drive back to the villa was in total silence. Isabella lay cuddled in Antonio's embrace inside the limo, while Mario drove them back to the villa. The after effects of the aphrodisiac were finally getting to her, making her nauseous. Outwardly, she appeared fine. But her thoughts and her guilt haunted her. Now that she knew what Mario felt for her, she would never see him the same way again. He used to be her friend. The only person she could freely talk with, apart from Antonio. But with what happened last night, it was totally different now. Things would be awkward between them. She would never feel comfortable sitting in the same room with him, knowing that he had fallen in love with her. She liked him, but only as a friend. She respected him, and she had begun to see him as an older brother. But never again. His feelings for her ruined everything, and the intimacy between them worsened it all. She broke out of her thoughts when Antonio leaned down and grasped her chin. H