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 61 - チャプター 70

Veronica woke with the early sun slicing thin lines of gold across her bedroom floor. Her head throbbed faintly as though she had a hangover or had been bereft of sleep for a while. “Uhhhh…what day is it again?” She stuttered, stretching all over her body like she had worked so hard in her dreams.She swung her legs out of bed with a quiet sigh, reaching for the oversized hoodie she’d flung across the chair the night before. There was no makeup on her face and no hair fuss either, just her by herself, messy and muted, like most mornings.She was no daddy or mommy’s girl but she never loved to get her hands to work because she was always reminded that she was the heiress of the Giovanni syndicate and as such, there was no need for her to get involved in any other work other than this.She hasn’t started learning the ropes yet but she had plans to do so in the nearest future which she doesn’t even know has crawled up on her like a thief in the nightPadding softly down the hallway, she

Antonio pulled his cock out of Carol after a short burst of orgasm and laid beside her but she coiled her body away from his grip, looking like she had just been raped by an older uncle who ordered her not to spew a word of it to anyone.“What the hell is wrong with you, Carol?” Antonio asked as his eyes rested on her, his chest heaving slowly.Carol whimpered but didn’t say anything audible.“Can you stop being a kid, Carol. What’s with the cold shoulder and lackadaisical attitude?” He asked again but she didn’t acknowledge him with a response immediately.“Leave me alone!” She whispered much later.“Suit yourself!” He responded after fixing his gaze on her for a while.He stooped low and reached for his robe which he had flung to the floor in emotional exuberance and stepped out of Carol’s room. The scent of her perfume still clinging to his shirt, his lips tasting faintly of her cherry balm. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and tried to refocus as he throttled down the stair

I sat there on the edge of the bed, my arms hugging my knees, the sheets tangled around my ankles like shackles. My skin crawled and I felt unclean, not just on the outside but deep in the very pit of my soul. The mere fact that Antonio had touched me with those same hands that had caressed other ladies, ruled people ruthlessly, destroyed lives, and carried the stench of violence and pride left me feeling some type of way in my body.He was my husband but he was almost getting estranged in my heart. I didn’t even know what disgusted me more, the smugness on his face when he walked out like nothing had happened, or the fact that I had laid there, helpless and too paralyzed to fight him off my body.My whole body trembled as I sat up and forced myself to move. The moment my feet hit the cold tiles, I felt a little more alive. I staggered to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. The silence inside the marble-tiled space was all I wanted deep in my soul because it was sterile, spo

“Having issues with your Dad?” Her mum asked but there was no reply.She never liked to persist for a long time or poke nose into things, the best she would do was walk away and act as though the challenge before never existed but today’s own was different she stood at the door post waiting for Veronica to give her a reply.Veronica sat hunched at the edge of her bed, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, her eyes red-rimmed and shimmering with tears that threatened to spill out if her buttons were pressed one more time.Her mother stepped inside with an air that filled the whole room. She was always like that, the clack of her designer, her slippers echoing too loudly against the floor. She wore that same sleeveless champagne blouse that hugged her perfect waist and those high-waisted trousers that always screamed, ‘I’m still young, still desirable.’Veronica looked at her and wondered where she was headed again dressed like that but she dared not ask because her mother w

I slipped quietly into the kitchen through the back entrance, the one that didn’t connect to the living room where Antonio usually lounged during the day. The kitchen was unusually quiet and it gleamed as if it had just been scrubbed from top to bottom. Clara was nowhere to be found, which was odd. She was always here at this hour, humming some old tune as she chopped or stirred or fussed about something.I scanned the space again just to be sure that it was still empty. With a small sigh, I walked over to the counter and pulled out a ripe pineapple bulb from the fruit basket. The skin felt rough beneath my fingers as I grabbed a knife and headed to the sink. I turned on the tap, rinsed the fruit, and began peeling it slowly, careful not to nick my fingers. Where did Clara go? I wondered as I carved away the spiky skin, letting the pieces drop into the waste bowl beside me.The sunlight poured in through the windows, bathing the counter in a soft gold glow as everything felt peace