All Chapters of The Mafia King Obsession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

The whole day went on in silence.Vincenzo’s investigation team had worked tirelessly, following every lead, digging into every whisper, until they finally unearthed the truth.*******The air was thick with cigar smoke and silence. The grand chandelier above cast a golden glow over the polished marble floor, now smeared with trails of blood. The once-elegant living room of the De Luca mansion has been turned into a slaughterhouse.In the center, a man knelt, his arms tied behind his back with a leather belt, his mouth gagged with his own torn shirt, his face beaten beyond recognition. Blood dripped steadily from his chin onto Vincenzo’s Persian rug.Vincenzo De Luca stood barefoot in front of him, wearing nothing but black slacks and a half-buttoned shirt. Calm and composed. His white Calvin Klein underwear peeked beneath the waistband. In one hand, he held a short dagger; in the other, a glass of whiskey, untouched, he placed a gun at point-blank range. Just then, he remembered how

The next morning, Serafina’s eyes fluttered open, swollen and heavy, as if each blink carried the weight of the night before. Her body ached, her chest tight with the memory of what had happened. She was in her own bed. The room was still, almost too still, as if even the air held its breath.Her tears refused to fall now; they had abandoned her in the dark hours. She forced herself to get up, splashing water on her face until her reflection in the dressing table mirror stared back cold, wounded and unrecognizable.An opened ointment sat on the table, the cap loosely hanging. She froze, her eyes narrowing. ‘He had been here.’The thought sent a surge of irritation through her chest. Without another glance at the ointment, she grabbed it and turned toward the connecting door.Her steps quickened. She didn’t bother putting on slippers; the faint slap of her bare feet against the marble was sharp, almost defiant.She reached his door and slammed it open. The sound reverberated through th

"Emma, I am asking you a question.""Boss is actually not as evil as you thought," Emma began, her voice trembling slightly. "He only tortured me as he should… but he'll never ill-treat any girl. He's not a monster, Seraphina. Maybe it's just unfortunate that you happened to see his cruelty, to be on the receiving end of his wrath.""Why me?" Seraphina asked in tears, her voice breaking. "Why did it have to be me out of everyone?""I don't know," Emma said quietly. "I was just a pleasuring tool for him, for his business partners. No matter how I throw myself at him, he will not even look at me. We never had any intimate relationship. Every mafia don has a female for pleasure, so he had me. My work was just to be as sultry as he wanted, he just saw me as an employee. My role with him was only in the spa. I had never set my foot in his room until the day you fell ill after punishment."Emma's confession shocked Seraphina."He's good to everyone, but why did he ruin my life? If he was an

The meeting finally ended, and Vincenzo stepped out of the conference room. He didn’t walk away immediately… instead, he leaned back against the wall, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his eyes were as sharp as a blade. He wasn’t looking at just anyone. His gaze was locked on Seraphina.She stood a short distance away, tossing playful remarks at his security team, who were clearly trying to hold back their laughter. Every time she poked fun at them, their lips twitched, their shoulders shook, and a few snorted under their breath. It was harmless fun to her, but one look at Vincenzo’s eyes said he didn’t find it harmless at all.The instant she caught his glare, her grin faltered. His eyes were pure danger with a mix of evil and warning that made her instincts scream at her to run. Without another thought, she slipped her shoes off in one quick motion, spun on her heel, and dashed straight toward Emma’s room. She slammed the door behind her and twisted the lock until it clicked