All Chapters of The Mafia King Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next day.Knock! knock!! knock!!!.Vincenzo sat up slowly with his head pounding. He groaned, grabbed a hangover pill from the drawer, swallowed it, and dragged himself to the door.As he unlocked it, one of his men stood there, holding a brown file.“Boss, this is Seraphina's call record. It just came in from tech, I thought you’d want to see it right away.”Vincenzo snatched the file. “Thanks,” he muttered, already flipping it open.He scanned the pages, his expression tightening. “All these calls… to one number?” he asked.“Yes, sir. Just one, located somewhere in Lower Manhattan.”Vincenzo’s finger stopped on a name. “Jarvis.”The room fell silent.“You’re telling me every single call she made… was to Jarvis?” he asked coldly.“That’s what it shows.”“Are you sure this isn't some kind of mistake? You’re absolutely sure?” he barked.“Verified twice, sir. We ran it through all channels... It’s clean.”He stared at the paper. “Then either she’s involved... or she’s been used.”“S

The morning light spilled into the room in streaks. Seraphina’s lashes fluttered.Her body stirred beneath the silk sheets, and then….suddenly, her eyes flew open.She looked at her naked body and her whole body went rigid. ‘No. No, no......what the fuck...’Her heart pounded violently, slamming against her chest. Her mind screamed in a voice so loud it drowned out the silence.This wasn't a dream.Vincenzo was sitting on the couch with his legs stretched across the coffee table, his belt coiled lazily across his lap like a threat he didn't need to explain. A glass of deep red wine balanced in one hand, his fingers swirling the liquid like he was enjoying a show.He smiled the moment she moved.“Well, look who’s finally up….the sleeping beauty.” His voice was smooth and calm. “How are you feeling now?”Seraphina pulled the sheet tight around her body, her hands trembling, and her lips parted with horror. She couldn’t speak, and she couldn’t scream either.He set the wine glass aside a

Same day in the evening, Vincenzo was sitting by the poolside along with his guards and Emma. The quiet sound of water lapping against the edge of the pool was the only thing filling the silence. His gaze was detached, shoulders relaxed as he sat back like a king, the picture of control. Emma sat closely towards him, brushing her hand against his, but he didn't even flinch.Buzz… Buzz…Vincenzo's phone vibrated. He picked it up, checked the caller ID, and stood without a word. Walking a few steps away, he answered the call in a cold, clipped tone. After a brief exchange, he ended the call and returned to his seat. He leaned back with slow elegance, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.He took a long drag. Hiss.Smoke swirled around him as he stared at his phone in silence. His eyes were glued to a picture on the screen. No words…just a cold stare."Go get her," he ordered, his voice deadly calm.Then he smirked. A wicked, evil smirk.Seraphina!So pale, her face soaked in dried tear

Night had fallen, and Seraphina was crying uncontrollably. Her body trembled as sobs wracked through her chest, her memories of Jarvis made the pain in her heart unbearable. Every moment they shared replayed in her mind like a tormenting movie. Her tears soaked the sleeves of her shirt, and her breathing came out in ragged gasps.Suddenly, she heard the soft click of a door unlocking. Panic surged through her. She scrambled to a corner, hiding herself in the shadows, still crying but now also trembling in fear. Her heart raced, expecting the worst."Seraphina, it's me. Emma," a familiar voice called softly.Emma stepped into the room, closing the door gently behind her. Her tone was calm and reassuring. Seraphina didn’t respond, her sobs continuing as she buried her face in her knees.Emma walked over and sat beside her on the cold floor. "I know you hate everything that’s happening; Vincenzo is forcing you blindly, and none of this is fair," she said with a gentle concern in her voic

The afternoon arrived heavy with clouds, as if the sky sensed what was coming.Seraphina stood silently in the center of her room, staring at the red dress placed carefully on her bed. The fabric shimmered in the dim light; soft, expensive and dangerous..... beside it was a folded note in bold handwriting: ‘He wants to see you tonight.’She hadn’t moved for a long time. She had refused, even threw the dress across the room earlier that morning. But hunger and silence had gnawed at her pride. No food, no escape, no response to her screams. Her stomach was empty, her body weak. And the guards outside that door were no joke.She showered, brushed her hair into a loose bun, and applied light makeup. No matter what trap tonight was, she would not meet it looking defeated. If she had to stare down the devil, she’d do it with her chin up.When the door finally opened, two guards were waiting. No eye contact. No words. Just a silent command.They led her into a private elevator that opened di