All Chapters of His Father's Obsession, I fell in love with his son. : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

“You think you can destroy everything I’ve built?” Antonio spat, swinging a heavy punch that grazed Luca’s jaw.“You already did,” Luca growled, wiping blood from his lip. “You don't even deserve to have an empire.”Antonio charged again, his movements violent but deliberate but Luca ducked low, slammed his shoulder into his father’s ribs, and the two of them crashed into a marble pillar of the small room causing them both to burst out of the room like they had just been thrown.While they fought, no one noticed Veronica slip in through the side entrance. Her gown was torn from her earlier escape, her hair tangled, but her eyes gleamed with a deadly focus.The mission wasn’t over for her at all but her presence made Luca shocked because he expected her to be home and not here with him. She spotted Carol standing near the broken door. Veronica’s lips curved into a cold smile. She moved quietly, almost serpent-like, weaving through the shadows until she was right behind Carol. In a

“You don't need to worry about anything, love,” Luca said with all confidence and leaned in to kiss her on her forehead. “All I know is that we need to move,” he muttered through the pain, gripping his bleeding leg and trying to prop himself up.Carol quickly wrapped her arm around him, helping him limp out of the gate. Every step was a struggle filled with loud groans, but Luca’s determination didn’t waver. He’d planned everything carefully even in the last minute show his father had performed. He had carefully studied his father to know that he wouldn't easily give up the fight.It was so with all Mafia bosses, their anger ran deep into their veins that they could literally do and undo even to their own blood. It wouldn't be a shocker if Antonio attacked him again. The man is a hard nut that can't be cracked easily.Just as they reached the end of the drive, the soft hum of an engine grew louder in the distance and Robb’s car rolled into view.With his headlights slicing through

This time I excused him in my heart on the grounds that he was tired and perhaps stressed and so I discarded all thoughts of him until he walked back in again after some minutes.“You alright?” I asked with a serious look as I turned my head to face him.I looked at Vince, wondering where he had been and why he looked so unsettled. He had vanished when Rob announced that the doctor had checked Carol and that she was fine.Now he was standing here like nothing happened. His hands were trembling a little, and he looked at me like he was trying to make sense of something that didn’t sit right with him.“I still can’t believe it,” Vince said with a shaky voice. “What is it you can't believe?” I asked, peering into his face.“The man who got my father killed has finally met his waterloo. Sooner or later, the rest of them will meet theirs too.” Vince hissed with an undertone of hatred that had its roots in bitterness.I also resented my father deeply but hearing it from Vince left me rethi

“I'm here,” I cooed, stroking Luca’s hand as I sat there like it was a place of therapy for my ailing heart. I stayed beside Luca until his breathing steadied and his eyes began to close. It could have been the easiest thing for him to deny me and act like he never had anything to do with me so that his father could punish me accordingly but he never did.Even after he fell asleep, his hand remained wrapped loosely around mine, like his body refused to let go of me. His face looked calmer and restful, if not younger. I brushed a bit of hair from his forehead. For the first time since everything happened, he looked safe and my heart was less agitated. I stood up carefully, not wanting to wake him, and stepped away from the bed with the heaviness in my legs.My arms felt heavier but I didn’t realize how tired I was until I tried to straighten my back and felt something sting sharply along my forearm. I winced and raised my hand to look only to see the cuts I had sustained were still

Immediately, Luca stopped sleep-talking, I picked up my bowl of curry soup which was already losing its steam by now. I quickly scooped up the remaining chicken limbs and ate them like I hadn’t seen food in days. The curry soup was spicy in the way that had you drooling phlegm from your nose with your chest burning hot.My hands were trembling a little as I held the spoon, but I didn’t even stop to think. I just ate like a lioness guarding her meal, more like survival itself was sitting in that bowl.When I finished, I set it aside and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Luca was still asleep, breathing slow and deep, his chest rising and falling steadily. He looked exhausted but peaceful and the pain must have given him a break. I forced strength and dragged him up carefully from the table, guiding him to the bed in the room we were in. It was a small bed that could barely contain two people but I found a way to smuggle myself beside him. He was still sound asleep like no one