Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Chapter Thirty-one: Mask Crack Julian’s hands trembled as he shoved a few clothes into a small bag. His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs. He was really doing this. He was leaving with Leo. They moved like shadows through the mansion, Leo’s movements swift and silent as he expertly disabled two guards on their way out. The whole world felt surreal as Julian slid into the passenger seat of Leo’s car, watching the city lights fade into darkness behind them. Leo drove for hours, finally stopping at a secluded house perched near a cliff, the sound of crashing waves echoing from below. “You’re safe here,” Leo said, his voice a soft promise in the quiet night. “No one is going to find you.” Julian hugged his arms around himself. “Why are you doing all of this for me, Leo?” Leo walked closer, and before Julian could react, he was being pulled into a tight, possessive hug. “I have feelings for you, Julian,” Leo murmured into his hair. “I care about you. A lot.” Julian’s

Chapter Thirty Three: Silver Tongue Strings Julian’s hand trembled on the cold doorknob. His heart was tearing in two. Part of him screamed to run, but another part was frozen, held captive by Leo’s words. “You might think you’re leaving, but you’re not,” Leo’s voice was a soft, chilling certainty behind him. “You have no choice but to run back to Caesar. And God only knows what he’ll do to you for running away with another man.” “He would understand why I did it,” Julian mumbled, the lie feeling weak even to his own ears. “Hmm, are you sure?” Leo raised a skeptical eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I assure you, he won’t take it easy on you. He ruined Patrick’s life. Patrick was so good and happy until he showed up.” “I’m not going back to him. I’m just leaving here,” Julian whispered, his voice barely audible over the storm outside. “Nice try,” Leo purred, beginning to circle him slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. He subtly slipped the knife back int

Chapter Thirty-five: The Real Side Julian sat on the edge of his bed, his whole body trembling. The messages he’d seen on Leo’s phone played over and over in his mind. He was trying to act normal, but the fear was a cold stone in his stomach, making it hard to breathe. At breakfast, Leo watched him closely. “What’s going on in that head of yours, babe?” he asked, his voice deceptively soft. “You’re sitting right here, but it feels like you’re a million miles away.” “Nothing,” Julian lied quickly, forcing a weak smile. “I’m just bored, that’s all.” He prayed Leo would believe him. His mind raced back to the flash drive…the one he’d hidden in his clothes. He had to see what was on it. He had to know the truth. When Leo was settled downstairs, Julian crept into the study. The laptop sat on the desk, a silent invitation. His hands shook as he plugged in the drive and clicked on a recording. Patrick’s voice filled the room, tight with anger and hurt. “I can’t believe you wou

Chapter Thirty-seven: The Fire That Takes The Start Caesar’s heart hammered against his ribs as he saw the dark plume of smoke rising above the trees. “Follow that smoke!” he yelled, his voice raw with desperation. They sped toward the source, arriving at a horrifying sight. A secluded cabin was engulfed in flames, fire licking hungrily at the night sky. “Julian!” Caesar screamed, his instincts screaming at him to run into the inferno. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him back. “You can’t!” Enzo shouted, holding him firm. “It’s suicide!” Two guards, covering their faces, rushed inside. They emerged moments later, coughing and shaking their heads. “It’s empty, sir! No one’s in there!” The relief was immediate but short-lived, crushed by a new wave of panic. “We were too late,” Caesar choked out, running a hand through his hair. “If we’d been faster…” Then, a sound cut through the crackling fire…a faint, terrified scream from deep within the forest. “Did you hear t

Chapter Thirty Nine: A Birthday and Two Hearts. Julian woke up slowly, wrapped in the softest sheets he’d ever felt. The last few weeks had been a peaceful blur of rest and recovery. The smell of coffee and something delicious wafted upstairs, accompanied by the low hum of soft music. What’s Caesar up to? he wondered with a small smile, pulling on one of Caesar’s oversized shirts before padding down to the kitchen. He found Caesar there, sleeves rolled up, his focus entirely on dicing vegetables with a surprising precision. Julian paused in the doorway, just watching him. He knew every line of those muscles, every curve he’d traced with his own hands a thousand times. Caesar looked up, his stern face softening instantly. “Making breakfast for you. You woke up early… I was supposed to bring it to you in bed.” “Whatever,” Julian said, shaking his head with a playful roll of his eyes. “Happy birthday to you, my love,” Caesar said, his voice unusually tender. He brought out a