His Father's Obsession, I fell in love with his son. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

“Who the hell do you think you are?” My father yelled out with deep rage flashing in his eyes as he pushed my chest so hard that I staggered backward a bit before regaining my balance.“You beastly thing!” I retorted, raising my voice to match the tone of his own, “How long will you remain like this?!” I yelled some more, my face evidently stained with all the colours of anger, hatred and bitterness. It almost felt like my heart would explode from the fast thuds that drummed ceaselessly on my chest."You now poke nose into my business? Huh!" My father sneered, his voice sharper than a two-edged sword with disbelief and a twisted kind of disgust. His eyes roamed from the shattered phone on the floor to Carol, curled up on the bed behind me, to me, his son, standing in the doorway like an uninvited ghost.It was obvious that he hadn’t expected me to be in the house and certainly not at Carol’s doorpost looking him in the eye and calling him out on his beastly tendencies and definitely

I was curled up by the side of the bed, buried in a corner like some broken thing someone had tossed aside. My arms were wrapped tightly around my knees, my breath shallow and shaky. Tears had dried into sticky tracks on my cheeks, but the sobs kept coming in waves that racked through my chest. My nose was clogged, and phlegm dripped without grace onto the cold tiled floor. I didn’t care if it made a mess of my body. Antonio had already made the greatest mess of me. My eyes stung like some soap particles had found their way to it. They were as red as crimson and raw from too much crying out of too much pain that I felt.I couldn't call anyone, not even Marietta. Oh, goodness, Marietta was the only one I used to run to, back when I still danced and stripped at the club for money, when my life was nothing more than neon lights, loud music, and the slap of heels against the stage. She had been my manager then. She was tough, sharp-tongued, but strangely tender beneath all that steel

“What response did he give when you delivered the letter?” Giovanni asked his daughter, Veronica, who had just walked into his study, his eyes never leaving the half-finished glass of fine liquor resting on the edge of his desk.Veronica twirled once, her heels clicking against the marble floor of his sprawling study, her tone airy and amused. “What kind of response were you expecting, papito de la papito?” She teased, brimming with smiles as she spoke.He glanced up, raising a brow at her strange lightness and never-ceasing smiles that her face wore elegantly. “You look so bubbly today. Is it the letter that made it so?” He asked, waiting for her response but a frown littered her face as she turned to him.“What you are saying is that I am not usually bubbly, huh?” Veronica asked like she was going to burst out any moment.“You are my sweet little girl. Ever so bubbly like your mother,” he teased her and the smile returned to her face with more intensity “I’m a grown woman now,” S

“You don’t walk out on me!” I yelled after him as he walked on and paid no heed to my words. I was a ruthless mafia boss with my own gang and they could never try what Luca had just done. I gritted my teeth in helplessness looking around for any maid to vent it on as I always did.The door slammed behind him with a thud that seemed to echo in my chest as I stood there staring at the empty space where Luca had stood some seconds ago. I hadn’t always had it smooth with my son, and maybe I deserved it but he was nothing more than the replica of his mother’s weakness and I wasn’t even bothered with fixing our relationship.I didn’t stop walking until I reached the mini-bar at the far end of the lounge, my hand already reaching for the first bottle I could find. My fingers wrapped around the neck of the aged scotch, and without bothering for a new wine glass, I poured a quick shot into the champagne glass that Luca had drank with which was still on the counter.With sounds coming from m

“That’s your apology?” I snapped, my voice brittle, sharp like shattered glass. “You punch me in the face and tell me I brought it on myself?”My head tilted slightly as my jaw tightened and my eyes bore into his, brimming with anger which I knew he could clearly see. My fist was balled in the duvet as rage, and shame bubbling under my skin.“You should know your place,” He spat, stepping back from me like my gaze had scorched him. “What exactly does that mean and what does that even have to do with….?” “A lot!” He yelled. “It has a lot to do with this. You forget what you are and the line you shouldn’t cross far too often,” he added, clearly pissed.“You treated me like some cheap whore!” I screamed at him, my throat raw from yelling, my body trembling from both rage and pain.Antonio’s jaw clenched. His nostrils flared as his hand shot toward the second lamp on the nightstand. Without a second thought, he hurled it across the room. The porcelain crashed against the wall, bursting