All Chapters of Trapped in a mafia’s obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rafael smirked, tilting his head slightly as he watched her. “You are always so defensive. Relax.” Celia scoffed, folding her arms. "I will relax when you start being more direct." “I don’t have to be direct. You should just go with the flow.” She arched her brow. “Go with the flow? I don’t trust you, so why should I?” Rafael chuckled, shaking his head. “Suit yourself. But you might regret it.” He turned away, casually picking up the snacks he had ordered earlier, the same ones he got because of her and Nico. Celia exhaled, relieved that he was finally dropping the subject. “Yeah, sure.” She rolled her eyes and reached for a bottle of water. Before she could react, Rafael moved with lightning speed, sweeping her off the ground effortlessly. “Rafael!” she shrieked, her heart jumping to her throat. “Put me down!” She pounded her fists against his back, but he barely flinched. Amused, he tightened his hold on her, carrying her like she weighed nothing. “You are so stubbor

Celia stormed out of the room, her heart slamming against her ribs as she rushed down the hall. “How could I have been so foolish?” She should have known better than to believe even for a second, that Rafael was different. Maybe, she had found something real after everything she had been through. Her fingers curled into fists as she pushed open the nearest door, stepping onto a dimly lit balcony. The night air was cool against her skin, but it did nothing to soothe the storm raging inside her, nothing could. She had sworn never to be this girl again, the one who let her guard down, the one who allowed herself to hope, only to end up humiliated. After Lorenzo, she promised herself she wouldn’t fall so easily. Yet here she was, standing under the night sky, her chest aching like someone had reached inside and squeezed out the last bit of hope she had left. The image of Rafael with that woman was burned into her mind. The way he held her, the way he kissed her, slow, deliberate, lik

Celia chuckled as she read the text. She already had Lilly’s bank details, so she sent her the money immediately. She was about to type a response when another message from Lilly popped up. "Is you rich now?"Celia laughed lightly and quickly typed back. “Please start coming, babe."Just as she hit send, Nico walked into the dining room. "Good morning, sis."Celia glanced up with a smile. “How are you, boyy?"“I’m good,"he said, dragging a chair out to sit beside her. He studied her for a moment before narrowing his eyes. “You seem to be in a good mood this morning." "Kind of."Nico raised an eyebrow. “So, are we leaving after breakfast?" “Nahh, Lilly is on her way, so we should postpone leaving."Nico froze, “Celia?"“Yes, you heard what I said."He set his fork down with an exaggerated sigh. “It’s like you don’t even want to leave at all. Next time, I won’t take you seriously.”Celia grinned. "Only on this issue, right?" “Yes, ma’am. If staying here makes you happy, no prob

“I just don’t feel like it. The money you sent me is more than enough to cover all my needs now.” “Okay, if you say so.” “And I think I should get going.” “Why don’t you just spend the night?”“That will be another day, Obsessed motherf*cker.” Celia burst out laughing. “I would’ve loved to stay, but I have my nanny duties to attend to today.” “She’s out of town again?” Celia asked, referring to the mother of the kids Lilly looked after. “Yes, and she’s counting on me. She even increased my pay.” “That’s a good thing. Just know I’ll miss you. Come give me a hug.” “I would never do such a thing,” Lilly teased, walking over to hug her tightly. “Mason will drop you off, so just wait a bit, okay?” “Yeah, sure.” Mason did show up shortly after to take Lilly to her destination, and Celia was left alone in her room once again.“Oh, I hate this feeling of doing nothing,” she complained to herself, walking over to pick up one of the nighties she had bought earlier. Hold

Rafael lay on his bed, eyes shut, but sleep refused to come. The memory of Celia, her touch, her voice, the look in her eyes when he walked away, gnawed at him. He had crossed a line, teased a boundary, then backed away like a coward. But it wasn’t fear that held him back, it was a feeling he couldn’t explain.He got his laptop out to work, trying to distract himself since he could hardly sleep at night anyway.By morning, the house was already coming alive. He headed downstairs, the scent of fresh coffee guiding him to the dining room. There, sitting gracefully at the long table with a cup in her hand, was Celia.She didn’t look up immediately when he entered. But when she did, she smiled in a calm distant way. He couldn’t tell if it was genuine or if it masked the sting of what had happened the night before.He cleared his throat. “How are you?”She met his gaze with unreadable eyes,“I’m okay.”“I’m sorry about…”Celia cut him off, her voice firm, “It’s fine, okay?”He knew better.