Semua Bab His Little Obsession: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Cristiano I could hear his heartbeat drumming rapidly against his chest as he said those words. He was scared of his father’s reaction, maybe scared he would get beaten up for coming out to him. He probably forgot he was with me and I would never let anyone hurt him, including his father. “You what?” Ivan’s father roared in rage, shaking his head in denial. I squinted my eyes, pressing my hand against Ivan’s shirt. He looked away from his father, arching a brow in question. “He doesn’t believe you…” I drawled lazily, ripping his shirts open as though it explained my actions. He gasped in shock, fidgeting in my hold. I hissed in disapproval causing him to stay silent. “How about we show him?” I asked rhetorically, throwing the shirt to the floor. Loud gasps echoed from the room as they stared at Ivan’s back. The corner of my lips tugged up in satisfaction, slowly running my fingers across his back. “Do you believe me now?” I drawled lazily, pressing my lips on his beet-red cheeks,

Luca“Don’t you think I deserve an apology?” I asked with a tight smile as he made a move to leave. Cristiano arched his neck to the side, the anger unsettling as he sized me. For a moment, it appeared like he wanted to chop off my head for demanding an apology for his stupid suspicions, but he masked it with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Why should I?” He asked with an arched brow, his eyes glinting with something I couldn’t pinpoint. I was good at reading people’s minds but right now, I was clueless about what was going through his. Why would he even think I burnt down the casino? Burning the casino would turn me into our family’s enemy. He doesn’t really think I’m a traitor? I chewed the inside of my cheeks in irritation, scratching the bridge of my nose. Knowing Cristiano, he would never apologize to anyone no matter how wrong he was. There was no point of hoping he would feel bad for his actions, but it still hurts knowing how little he trusted me. He pointed a gun at me

Cristiano There are two types of people in the world: The manipulative ones like Luca, who played their games perfectly well and made it almost difficult to find a pothole in their attitude. And we have those getting manipulated without their knowledge like Ivan who was about to do something he wouldn’t want to. “You want me to get back at my dad for you?” He repeated with disdain in his eyes. I nodded with a sly smile. He scoffed, shaking his head in response. “You started this.” He pointed out, getting up from my legs. “Don’t tell me you didn’t have a plan before you started this madness?” “I didn’t think your father would go to such great lengths to save someone who doesn’t need it,” I admitted with a hint of sarcasm. I must have underestimated his old man, but he was going to pay soon. “Well I’m not doing your dirty work for you,” he protested with a shrug, “Don’t get me involved in your mess with my dad.” He sat on the edge of the bed.I chuckled cruelly, crossing my legs. “

Ivan A lone tear rolled down my cheeks as I watched blood seeping out of his stomach. I couldn’t move, my body tensed from the judgmental stares on my face, especially from Marco. He wore a look of disappointment, but didn’t voice a word. He didn’t have the right to. They all stood and watched me pull the trigger without trying to stop me. Their duty was to protect the family yet they let me to hurt their leader because he didn’t order them to attack. He wouldn’t have asked them to kill me which only made me feel worse about what I’ve done. If I didn’t hate Cristiano then, I do now. I despised him.My stepmother held him in her arms, screaming at them to prepare the car. Carlos hurriedly carried him out of the house with Mia and others trailing behind him. I choked back a sob, lowering my gaze to my trembling hand. My eyes blazed in rage as I felt the bastard’s hand move inside my shirt. I chewed on my inside cheek, clutching the gun in my hand. “Let’s go home, Tesoro.” He muttered

Ivan I let out a deep breath as the door creaked open. Even with my back turned towards the entrance, I could tell who was standing on the doorframe. I didn’t know how long I’ve been lying on the bed, wetting the sheets with my tears and starving myself. Thankfully, Cristiano didn’t show his fucking face to me during that period. Only god knows what the fuck I might have done to him if he did. I only needed a sharp blade to plunge it into his flesh. “You can’t keep starving yourself like this, Tesoro.” He commented with a sigh. I scoffed, glancing at the dishes left on my table hours back. That was the fourth meal they’d brought into this room, and like the others, this was going to the trashcan. The aroma was enticing, but it wasn’t enough to make me hungry for food. “Ivan, look at me.” He commanded in a stern voice. I rolled my eyes, shutting my eyes as I heard his footsteps nearing. I felt the bed sink low from his weight, and his warmth rubbed on my body. I held my breath, ball