All Chapters of Trapped in a mafia’s obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The morning light crept softly into the hospital room, golden rays filtering through the blinds and casting a warm glow over the space. The air was quiet, peaceful, at least on the surface. Celia remained sound asleep, her body curled gently against Rafael’s. Her breath was slow and steady, her head rising and falling with the rhythm of his chest.Rafael, however, had not closed his eyes once. Despite the heavy medication and the lingering fog from the surgery hours before, sleep had evaded him. Pain throbbed beneath his skin in quiet waves, sharpest around his knee and ribs, but he bore it in silence. He didn’t want to wake her. It had been his idea to keep her close, and now that she was here, wrapped around him like a protective warmth, he didn't want to lose the moment, even if it ached.His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening with a soft creak. Doctor Franklin stepped in, a clipboard in hand and a mild smile on his face.“Good morning, Mr. Mercer,” he greeted as he appr

Rafael finally stirred, his eyelids twitching open after nearly fourteen hours of unconsciousness. A sudden, searing pain shot through his knee, dragging a low, involuntary wince from his throat. The room stirred with movement. Celia was the first to notice. She shot up from her seat, eyes wide with concern, and rushed to his side. “Rafael,” she breathed, gripping his hand gently and wrapping both of hers around it. “What is it? Where does it hurt?” “My knee,” he said through clenched teeth. “It’s been hurting, but it’s worse now.” Celia’s eyes flew to the bandages, then to his face, his jaw locked in tension, sweat starting to form at his temple. “You missed your afternoon dose,” she said, her voice soft but urgent. “I think that’s why it’s worse now.” Without hesitation, she turned and pressed the nurse call button, then looked over her shoulder at Mason and Viktor, who were both already rising to their feet. Mason gave a small nod and exhaled, tension draining slightly from

The three of them spent nearly three hours in each other’s company, laughter bouncing off the walls as they reminisced, joked, and shared quiet moments of affection. It was the kind of rare, peaceful afternoon that stitched itself into memory, simple, but cherished.But as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, time started catching up with them.“You should go freshen up,” Celia said, glancing at the time displayed on her phone.Nico sprang to his feet with a grin. “Right. I don’t want to be late.” He jogged off toward his room, a small bounce in his step.Lilly watched him go, smiling softly. “I still can’t believe all of this is happening,” she said, her voice filled with quiet wonder.“I know,” Celia replied, her tone mirroring the same disbelief. “It feels surreal.”“We should get ready too,” Lilly said, rising to her feet.“You and I at the same time?” Celia teased, raising a brow.“I didn’t say that,” Lilly laughed, “but it’s not a bad idea.”Celia winked. “Exactly what I was t

The chef soon came in, balancing a tray of steaming dishes and carefully setting it down on the table nearby. The rich aroma of spices and fresh herbs filled the room. Rafael’s eyes lit up immediately.“Wow,” he murmured, a wide smile tugging at his lips as he took in the sight of the meal.“She made it,” the chef said proudly, nodding toward Celia, who was still curled up on the bed with her legs tucked beneath her.“You did?” Rafael asked, a spark of amused surprise dancing in his eyes.Celia gave a modest nod, her lips curving into a shy smile.The chef gave a brief grin, clearly pleased with the reaction, and quietly slipped out of the room to give them privacy.Rafael reached for his fork, ready to dig in, but Celia reached out and gently caught his hand mid-motion.“Your medications first, baby,” she said firmly, her voice sweet.Rafael let out a dramatic sigh, his shoulders slumping. “I don’t need them. I will be fine by tomorrow, latest.”“You still have to take them, strong m

Back at Rafael’s mansion, he remained sound asleep until the clock struck 10:30 a.m. As predicted, the pain in his knee had lessened noticeably. With a groggy stretch and a small grunt, he swung his legs off the bed and carefully stood, testing his weight. After brushing his teeth, he strolled down the hallway and stopped by Celia’s room. He knocked lightly.Silence.He waited a moment before knocking again, a little firmer this time. Still, no answer.He frowned and pulled out his phone to call her. It rang twice, then went unanswered.“Did she fucking leave for work?” he said to himself, rubbing a hand over his jaw.He turned and made his way downstairs to the dining area, where the chef promptly served his breakfast. She gave a cautious smile as she placed the plate before him.“I was expecting you to ask me to bring this to your room, sir,” she said, her tone respectful but edged with a nervous tremor. The staff never really talked much with Rafael, not because he mistreated them,