Semua Bab His Father's Obsession, I fell in love with his son. : Bab 91 - Bab 100

“Roll him over to this place,” Giovanni barked, his forehead brimming with anger as he ordered Dante, his right-hand man standing nearby.“Sir, I can handle this, you just watch me deal with him,” Dante offered quietly.“What in God's name are you talking about?” Giovanni asked him with a new kind of shock smearing all over his face. “Here are a couple of bastards who sought to have my daughter kidnapped for no reason and you ask me to stand aside and watch? Hell no!” He replied bitterly.The warehouse which was usually abuzz with movements of his men taking in parcels upon parcels of wrapped coke was now so still that a drop of pin on the floor could easily be heard. The air was filled with the smell of gun oil and salt from the sea breeze that slipped through the gaps in the walls. Giovanni stood in the center of the concrete floor, his eyes locked on the two men tied to rusted steel chairs. Their faces were already swollen from the earlier ‘warm-up’ his men had given them and sw

“What lady is that by the road side?” Antonio asked his driver, making him slow down to have a look.The driver had already gone some distance ahead of where Veronica’s car had broken down, so he carefully reversed on Antoni’s instructions.Antonio’s black Maserati ate up the highway in smooth, calculated speed, the low hum of the engine a steady counterpoint to the thoughts turning in his head. The faint rays from the setting sun played on the asphalt as the driver made a slow reverse.Behind him was a lone car, the bonnet was pulled over to the shoulder, the hood raised and steam coiling into the warm air. At first, he didn’t care because people broke down all the time but something in the set of the figure bent over the engine made him hesitate.It wasn’t even about the hair or the posture, it was about the curve of the shoulders beneath the light fabric. A suspicion sparked up in his mind and even the driver could tell that there was something different with him because he seld

I had been browsing the aisles for over half an hour, keeping one eye on the glittering displays and another on the ebb and flow of people around me. Still, I received no word from Elena. The resultant effect was a faint tension curling between my shoulders. I completely dreaded waiting.When I could take it no more, I decided that I needed a quick break and headed toward the public restrooms. The glossy white tiles gleamed as I moved, the faint scent of rose spray and disinfectant mingling in the air. I pushed through the door into the ladies’ room, my legs slushing softly against the floor in sheer reluctance and annoyance.When I got inside, I noticed I was all by myself, I quickly fished out my phone to remind Elena about my clause of the deal I agreed to. I drew the cover of the toilet close and sat on it as I waited for her to pick it up. Suddenly, I noticed I wasn’t alone. Two men had entered almost as though they had someone whom they were after in here. The shocking thin

“You look startled.” I muttered, drawing closer and closer to her. It was as though she was catching her breath from running for so long. I wonder how I hadn’t noticed that.“What are you saying?” Carol replied with a heavy frown contorting her face.“You tell me,” I opened the floor with a gesture of my hand. By now, I had gotten closer to her but I was also not too free to hold her waist as I had the urge to do so, especially not after how our communication had been after the engagement my father made earlier.I let out a low chuckle, the kind that rumbled deep in my chest but it never fully escaped into the open. The corners of my mouth lifted as I swirled the glass in my hand, letting the liquid catch the connect with the light and leave a glimmer. I took another slow sip, the warmth coating my throat, not because I craved the taste but because it was what I always did when I needed to think straight. I just couldn’t resist the urged to drown in alcohol whenever I was in a down m

Antonio’s hand lingered a moment too long on Veronica’s shoulder after he eased her onto the couch. His brows furrowed in genuine concern, but the scene itself carried a dramatic wave to it, as though the house had been turned into a stage. Veronica’s lashes fluttered, her lips parted slightly, and she let out a weak sigh, milking the moment with subtle drama.Carol stood nearby, her fingers tightening against the tray she had carried the water on. She had seen real fainting and knew that this wasn’t it, yet she said nothing. She simply set the glass down, her movements composed but her eyes sharp, watchful, and pointing out every detail. The rise and fall of Veronica’s chest, the way her hand remained delicately perched against her temple looked way too deliberate, too practised.Luca, on the other hand, hadn’t moved a muscle since the announcement. He leaned casually against the bar, though the rigid set of his jaw betrayed his fury. His dark eyes flicked from his father to Ver