All Chapters of His Father's Obsession, I fell in love with his son. : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Anna kept glancing at her watch, frowning at every second that ticked by. The cab was crawling through traffic like it had all the time in the world, but she didn’t. Her hands tightened on the leather seat, tapping the side once, twice, before she muttered under her breath. “Come on… move!”The cab driver didn’t even glance at her, he just had that smug look, like he owned the road and everyone on it. He kept mumbling, something about not wanting the traffic warders to accuse him of breaking the speed limit. His voice was calm, almost bored, like he was lecturing her.Anna’s eyes nearly popped out. “I don’t care about the traffic warders!” She snapped. “I’ve got somewhere to be. Now, drive!”The driver only shrugged, muttering again about rules, safety, and whatever else he thought was important. She groaned loudly, pressing her forehead to the window and letting out a sharp breath. She thought about calling Carol, but then she remembered, the phone was gone, it had been lost in t

“Luca, listen to me,” Rob began, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “You need to be careful. Some folks are going to come your way.”Luca frowned immediately. He even let out a tired laugh, like he thought Rob was joking again.“Stop pulling my legs,” he chuckled. “My address can’t be traced. I didn’t leave anything behind. You’re thinking too far... ohh! My address, well...it's difficult to get it traced.”Rob shook his head violently even though Luca couldn’t see him. His chest tightened in a way that he could hear his own pulse in his ears.“I’m not joking,” he said. “I know you think you’re safe, but you’re not. Be on the lookout. Don’t relax and don’t assume anything.”Luca went quiet at that moment. It was as though it finally sank in that Rob wasn’t teasing him or being dramatic. He meant every word.“You’re damn serious,” Luca ran a hand through his hair.“I’m deadly serious,” Rob replied. “People move fast when they want something. You need to stay sharp.”Luca swallowe

Hearing Carol talk about my father like that did something strange to me. I began to wonder if it was the same man who had caused my mother's death that she was reminiscing with fondness like that.Jealousy always felt stupid to me, like something teenagers deal with, but right then it clawed at me in a way I didn’t expect.I didn’t show it though, I couldn’t. She had already opened up about something painful, and the last thing she needed was me acting insecure around her now.So, I kept my face straight and said, “We’ll talk about all that later. Right now, we need to focus, this house could be raided at any time by the man you are reminiscing about.”Her eyes widened a little like she’d forgotten where we were and what was happening. I understood that feeling because talking about the past has a way of dragging you out of the present.The sun dipped lower outside, stretching shadows across the floor. Time moved slowly yet painfully, and every little sound outside made us jerk our h

Anna’s nerves were stretched thin as the cab crawled through the sluggish afternoon traffic. Cars were pressed bumper‑to‑bumper, horns blaring, people leaning out of windows to shout as if their voices could magically clear the road. The cab driver, a middle‑aged man with tired eyes and a slow drawl, kept sighing like this whole trip was an inconvenience he wished he’d never agreed to.He muttered under his breath, “Madam, I don’t even know who you’re asking me to follow. You didn’t give me a plate number or anything. How do you expect me to…”“Then take me to the nearest car company around,” She snapped, tapping the seat in front of her. “Now, before I lose them.”The driver rolled his eyes in exaggerated circles but obeyed, merging into a side road and accelerating once he found an opening. Anna leaned forward the whole time, her breath shallow, her hands clenched so tight her knuckles were pale. Something in her gut felt wrong. The cars she’d seen earlier, especially the way t

“How are you sure there is even gold there?” I demanded to know what “pile of treasure” he was talking about, even though my voice shook a little. Antonio didn’t bother answering. He just pulled out more cutlets of maps from his pocket. They were dirty maps with food stains on them and then he tossed them at my feet like I was supposed to recognize it on sight.“That is the answer I want so badly but I can't tell which is which,” he sounded frustrated. His voice was rough… the kind of rough that came from years of shouting orders at men who were too scared to disobey. “Tell me how to get to Cesare Rosetti’s treasure house.”I stared at the map. My head was pounding from the slap he had given me earlier, and I could still feel the sting in my cheek like it was on fire.“What do you even need it for?” I asked. I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t have the strength for that… but the question slipped out before I could swallow it.Antonio didn’t think twice. His hand came across my face