All Chapters of His Little Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cristiano “You can’t be serious!” I snapped in anger, smashing the glass on the floor. “I’m damn serious. You are getting married to Mia, and that’s final.” My father barked in response before storming out of the room. “Cristiano—“ “Fucking get lost, Matilda!” I snapped my neck towards her, shooting her a cold stare. She flinched back in fear before nodding and running out of the room, obviously to go complain to my father about me again, not like I fucking care. Matilda was my stepmother. She got married to my father after the death of my mother. She was my mother’s sister and my favorite aunty until she betrayed my mother’s trust. She still tries to play the perfect stepmother, a snake that can’t be trusted. I huffed in anger, punching the wall behind me. My father thinks he could force me to marry the enemy? The Hernandez are the second biggest family after us, and we have been rivals for years now. It all started after the betrayed our trust in a business deal that was

Cristiano“Why are you in a club, Boss?” My brother, Luca asked as I strolled into the VIP section, slumping on the couch. Boss was my code name in the underworld. I was referred to as boss cause I also put the family first, and never hesitate to kill anyone who stood as a threat.“I need a new toy.” I informed with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Our father killed Leo, remember?”“Riz—““Save it, Luca. I won’t be needing your fucking advice today.” I snapped, cutting him off sharply as my eyes roamed the room. He was my advisor, and second in command. He wanted to cut off the mafia ties, but he was already born into it, and couldn’t possibly run away from the life. “Dad will kill us both.” He sighed before sinking his weight in the couch. He was my father’s favorite, we all were in a twisted way. “Don’t worry about him. Just enjoy the party.” I gave him a reassuring smile, rubbing my forehead. I hated loud music, and that’s why I avoided parties. But where could one possibly f

Ivan Cristiano was here yesterday to talk about the wedding, and today, they’re getting married. And I had to attend like the supportive brother I would never be. I hissed angrily, staring at the mirror as I adjusted my neck tie. I wasn’t good with ties, and hated the whole idea of suit. “Need help?” I jumped in shock as a cold voice rang across the room. I turned around, and the fucker was standing at the entrance with a cocky smile. Fucking Cristiano Vito.“Was your plan to give me a heart attack, and steal the Hernandez wealth?” I asked with a clenched teeth. He chuckled with a glint in his eyes, taking long strides towards me. “You have a sharp mouth.” He remarked with a smile, “but I like it.” He whispered into my ear, biting my earlobe.“What the fuck is wrong with you?“ I barked angrily, pushing him away, and wiping off his disgusting spit from my ears. “I hate being pushed.” He warned with that smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “And I hate being touched like that!” I sh

CristianoI threw my head back on the sofa, sipping the whiskey on my glass sullenly, my eyes never leaving the clock on the wall. Why weren’t they here? It was supposed to be my wedding night, but Ivan stuck in my head. The taste of his lips, his beautiful eyes, rebellious smile and smart mouth. I let of a shaky breath, my cock tightened in my pants from the dirty thoughts running in my head. I’ve never wanted someone that badly. What are you doing to me, Ivan Hernandez?“Cristiano.” Mia called, strolling into my room with a lingerie. I huffed in annoyance as she inched closer to me. She was the female version of her brother. Spreading her legs for men, and feigning innocence like she had no idea what sex wasShe disgusted me.“Do you like it?” She purred seductively, kneeing in front of me with chest pushed forward. She wanted to show her cleavages, and her curves which were undeniably attractive, but they don’t interest me.Unfortunately, I wanted Ivan.I sized her up, taking a

Ivan“Did you bring it?” I asked eagerly the second Carlos walked into the room. He ignored my question, sitting on the arm chair by the corner where the dishes were scattered on the floor. I wasn’t particularly clean. “Don’t tell me you didn’t bring it!” I snapped in anger, puffing out air. He scoffed, crossing his arms with amusement in his eyes. “You didn’t really think I would help you buy drugs right?” He asked sarcastically, arching a brow in question. “I’m dying here, Carlos. I fucking need the drugs.” I said in desperation, staring at the ceiling with a pale eyes. It has been 48 hours since I last had sex, and I was fucking losing my sanity. I jerked myself to sleep, but it didn’t help. I wanted to shove my cock into something, someone—a woman.“And why do you need them?” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. I wasn’t an addict, at least that was what I convinced myself for the past six years I did drugs. I was sent to rehab after nearly dying from an overdose, and that was ho