All Chapters of His Father's Obsession, I fell in love with his son. : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Veronica disregarded her father’s motions to come towards him and retreated back to the door as though wanting to walk out on him. She only paused when he made a statement urging her to get back in and stop being childish. “Am I?” She asked, halting beside the door for a moment longer after Antonio left. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her lips were pursed and her thoughts spiraled to the moon and back. The conversation she’d eavesdropped on wasn’t only unsettling, it cracked curiosity and a bit of annoyance open inside of her, especially Antonio’s refusal to respond to her greeting. She turned to her father, still seated behind his desk like a war general planning his next conquest.“What was that all about?” She asked, eyebrows raised and her tone sharp with suspicion that it had something to do with her based on the fact that the term ‘union’ was mentioned in the conversation she had eavesdropped on.Giovanni shot her a look that gave answers about who should question who

“What the hell is going on here?” Antonio hissed as he stepped in, a lady following behind with widened eyes like she had just seen the weirdest mistake ever. I was expecting to see Marco and not him so, I froze in place like a deer caught in headlights. My heart stuttered at the sound of Antonio’s voice sending chills all over the place. I turned slowly not even knowing what to say to him. The broken bottle was still glinting on the floor beside me and the red liquid fighting for a position on the floor, but it wasn’t just his voice that startled me, it was the lady who stood behind him.He unapologetically stepped in with a woman clinging to his side like a parasite. Her dress, if it could be called that, barely clung to her body, the thin straps threatening to slide off her shoulders with every movement. Her breasts were practically bursting out of her blouse, and her legs, long, oiled and shamelessly exposed, peeked out from beneath a dress slit up to her hip.She giggled lik

“Why wouldn't we turn up for the event?” Rob asked as he adjusted the mirror in the room, giving me one of those side-eyes that meant ‘don’t even try to make any form of excuses.’I sat in the office chair still swirling to the left and right as we spoke, my body slouched like I had no more strength to stay propped up, my arms crossed tightly like I was trying to convince myself I didn’t care.“I don’t know, man,” I mumbled. “It’s been a weird week. I’m not sure I’m in the mood for reunions and drinks and pretending everything’s peachy,” I muttered without looking at his face.Rob snorted, drawing his chair closer like he had some important thing to say to me. “That’s exactly why we need this. Come on, dude. Vic’s back. It’s Vic Moore we are talking about here. It’s been, what…five? Six years since high school? That’s our boy, Luca. This is the one time you don’t get to be some sulky genius and you want to throw it away?”I gave a half-smile but said nothing. He glanced at me, his voi

“Oh no, now is no time for any of your games, Carol. I want you so badly,” he muttered in the most sensual voice I have ever heard as he continued to kiss me. He seemed to be all over the moon with pleasure already. Just as his lips hovered above mine and just as our breaths danced in perfect rhythm, I broke the kiss yet again and pointed silently toward the door. Luca flinched this time, his brows knotting. His whole body stiffened like someone had just called his name from the grave. He looked toward the door slowly, his head tilting like he expected it to swing open on its own and a ghost would barge in uninvited. The color drained from his face, and for the first time since I met him, I saw genuine fear in his eyes. His pupils narrowed, and he blinked rapidly like his mind was racing with worst-case scenarios.“What? What’s at the door?” he asked in a hushed tone, like anything louder might invite danger but I didn’t say a word. I simply nodded toward the door with my head, o

“The truth will unfold with time,” Giovanni said, leaning back in his velvet chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin as he studied his daughter. His voice was calm, but his eyes gleamed with the weight of secrets and decades of grudges buried beneath polished suits and perfumed rooms. Veronica stood with arms folded, her physique framed by the golden archway that led into his office. She didn’t look like she was going to back down this time. She had heard enough, sensed enough, and seen enough to know that her father’s obsession with Antonio ran deeper than just rivalry. There was vengeance in his tone, a personal and venomous kind of bitterness.“But why, papa?” She asked again, her voice softer now but still burning with stubborn curiosity. “What did Antonio do that’s worth destroying your own peace over?” She sat propped up in her chair with renewed energy.He looked at her, his eyes sharp beneath furrowed brows and then he lifted a single finger, calmly though but with eno