All Chapters of The Mafia's Dark Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Antonio murdered her parents. The words echoed repeatedly in her ears until she felt like screaming. It couldn't be, she thought. These flashbacks had to be some kind of mistake.But Antonio's face kept flashing before her eyes. She remembered her aunt's words. A mafia don killed her parents because they owed the don a huge debt. And seeing how brutal Antonio was in dealing with offenders and enemies, she believed it. It had to be him. It was him. She jerked when Mario touched her hand, and her eyes refocused. "Are you okay?" He asked softly. Isabella didn't answer. She jumped off the sofa and raced out of the library, her ears still ringing from the gunshot. There was so much blood on the floor and she kept her eyes averted as she ran past the lifeless bodies. She needed air, fresh clean air which hadn't been poisoned with the metallic smell of blood. As she ran down the stairs, she collided with Antonio who was coming back up. He steadied her, holding her shoulders firmly.

The silence inside the limo was deafening. Isabella huddled close to the door, shivering slightly. She didn't dare look up at Antonio. She didn't dare move, nor breathe out. He was silent, his left foot tapping restlessly. His kept his gaze outside, but from the hard clench of his jaw, it was obvious that he was annoyed. The silence lengthened until they arrived at the villa. The limo pulled to a stop in front of the mansion and she stepped down immediately. Antonio didn't spare her a glance. He just stormed into the mansion and headed upstairs. Isabella followed behind, her eyes lowered. She quietly climbed up the stairs, dreading what would happen. If Antonio had yelled at her all through the drive, it would have been better. She always thought his temper was terrible, but his silence was worse. She didn't know what to expect. She stepped into the room timidly, searching around for him. He was beside the bar, pouring a drink. Was that a good sign? She entered the room comple

Isabella was unconscious for days. She drifted in and out of consciousness, most times sobbing in pain, other times muttering incoherently. Doctor Emilio said it was because of the fever. She had nightmares, the type that would make her scream in her sleep, thrashing in bed. The maids took turns in giving her sponge baths and changing her clothes. Isabella was vaguely awake, even though she wasn't aware of it. Most times when she broke out of her unconscious state, she would seee Antonio's silhouette, but never his face. He was always beside her because she felt his presence. She knew how he smelled, and each time she perceived that spicy manly smell, she would know he was beside her. One day, she had a dream. It wasn't really much of a dream, but was more of a memory flashback. She was back in her living room, huddled behind the couch. Her mother crouched beside her, holding her close, while her father pleaded with the Don to spare his family. Suddenly the scene changed and she

The Rolls Royce slowed down the familiar street of the country road, and Isabella peeked through the tinted glass. It was mid afternoon, almost dusk, and the sun was slowly heading towards the horizon. It was hard to believe that barely three weeks had passed since she and her aunt left their small apartment, intent on meeting a relative for money, only for her to be sold off. Now she was back there like it never happened, like the last three weeks were a blur. Mario stopped the car in front of the apartment, then turned around. "We're here." He said softly. Isabella nodded, trying to force a smile. But her lips only twitched. She leaned across the seat to pick the suitcase, but Mario stopped her. "I'll help you with it. I just want to know if you're sure about this. Coming back to the same person who sold you off."Isabella leaned back on the seat and stared at him. "She's the only one who can give me answers." She murmured. "There are a so many questions I stopped myself from

"I'm going to kill you myself." Sophia whispered, holding the bottle like a weapon as she stalked towards Isabella. Isabella didn't let her fear stop her from defending herself. She was done being treated unfairly. She grabbed another empty bottle, turned her face away and smashed it on the floor. Glass flew everywhere and a piece cut her hand. She didn't care though, didn't even feel the pain. She raised the jagged edge and held it up, protecting herself. "Don't come any closer, aunt Sophia." She said, her voice strong and determined. "I won't hesitate to cut you.""Dio mio! You've grown wings, haven't you?" Sophia spat. "You now challenge me.""I'm done letting you treat me like I'm worthless." Isabella shot back. "All those years, all I ever thought of was going to college, then getting a degree so I can open my own dress shop. I wanted a better life for both of us. But you... you only kept me with you so you could sell me off.""A big mistake I made." Sophia retorted. "If I had