Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter 2: Trapped Julian’s head throbbed as consciousness slowly returned. He blinked, his vision swimming before focusing on a ceiling that was way too fancy. He sat up, a wave of dizziness hitting him. This wasn't his dorm. He was in a massive bedroom, all sleek lines, glass walls showing a terrifying view of the city below, and cold marble floors. It was dead silent. Then it all came rushing back…the alley, the men, the car. Caesar. He threw the silky sheets off and froze. His hoodie and jeans were gone, replaced by soft, expensive-looking pajamas. Someone had undressed him while he was out cold. A hot flush of humiliation burned his cheeks. His bag, his phone…everything was gone. Panic seized him. He scrambled out of the bed, his legs feeling like jelly, and yanked the bedroom door open. The hallway was just as opulent and just as empty. He tried every door he passed…a bathroom, a closet, another bedroom…all locked tight. Finally, he found the elevator. Hope surged fo

Chapter 4: Truth Room “You’re hurting me, Caesar!” Julian gasped, his wrist screaming in pain. Caesar’s grip was like iron, his strong fingers digging in so hard Julian was sure the bone would snap. He didn’t say a word, just dragged Julian through a hidden door and down a long, cold metal staircase that led deep underground. The air grew colder, smelling of damp and something metallic Julian didn’t want to name. Finally, Caesar stopped in front of a heavy steel door. A creepy, almost excited smile played on his lips. “I’ve got something for you,” he said, his voice low. He shoved the door open. “Welcome to the Truth Room. You’re gonna love it.” Julian’s blood ran cold. The room was a nightmare. The walls were stained with dark, old blood. You could just feel that terrible things had happened here. His eyes darted around, taking in a wall of surveillance screens…showing every room in the penthouse, including his own…and a huge one-way mirror. “I do watch you sometimes from

Chapter 6: The Footage Julian woke up alone in Caesar’s massive bed, the silk sheets tangled around his legs. His wrist was still sore, a faint reminder of the night before, but it was the memory of their passion that made his heart pound. The space beside him was cold. Caesar had been gone for a while. His eyes landed on the nightstand. There, in a small black box, was the flash drive he’d found…and lost…in Caesar’s office. Next to it, a note in Caesar’s sharp handwriting: You should watch this. To hate me or not. His breath hitched. Without a second thought, he grabbed it and practically ran to Caesar’s office, his bare feet silent on the cold marble. He sighed in relief when he saw the laptop open on the desk. His hands shook so badly he could barely plug the drive in. The footage was grainy, like an old home movie. And there he was…Patrick. His brother was laughing, his head thrown back in a way Julian had never seen. He looked… happy. And Caesar was there,

Chapter Eight: The Truth or Pain Game “Let me go! You’re hurting me, Caesar…please!” But Caesar didn’t listen. His grip was like iron, one hand clamped around Julian’s arm, the other pressing hard against the back of his neck as he forced him down the cold, dark staircase. The air grew colder with every step, smelling of damp and fear. “Not down there… please, not there!” Julian begged, his voice breaking as he struggled uselessly. Caesar’s voice was a cold whisper in his ear. “You want the truth, little one? Then you’ll have to earn it.” He shoved open the heavy door to the Truth Room and pushed Julian inside, sending him stumbling toward the single chair in the center. Julian’s heart hammered against his ribs like a wild thing. “I have some questions for you, my love,” Caesar said, his voice dangerously soft. “NO! Don’t do this, please!” Julian cried, backing away until his legs hit the cold metal chair. Caesar moved fast, strapping Julian’s wrists and ankles to the chair

Chapter Ten: Family Matters Julian sat on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together, staring at the little black plug in his shaking hands like it was a bomb. His stomach twisted with shame and something darker, hotter. Just do it, he told himself. ‘If you obey, he’ll call you good. He’ll touch your hair and kiss you like you’re precious.‘The thought alone made his face burn. He squeezed lube onto his fingers, reached back, and slowly pushed it in. A broken moan slipped out before he could stop it. The stretch, the fullness, the humiliation, it all rushed through him at once. He bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. When he stood up, the feminine-cut suit hugged his body like it was painted on. The fabric was soft but unforgiving, showing every line of his waist, making him look small and delicate. Like a doll Caesar could dress up and break whenever he wanted. The door opened. Caesar stepped in, eyes darkening the second they landed on him. Pride, possession, hunger