All Chapters of The Mafia King Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He banged the door and left the room with a rage.Seraphina cried vigorously, hugging herself tightly on the bed. Her body shook with sobs, her eyes swollen and her lips trembling. She pressed her face into her knees, whispering broken words to herself, “Why… why me… why always me?”In his room, Vincenzo entered the shower, but the water couldn’t wash away his anger. The heat in his chest turned heavier, something strange. His fists pressed against the wall, his head bowed low. Suddenly, tears slipped down his face, mixing with the shower water. He didn’t even realize he was crying. He wanted the world to see him as cruel, cold, and bad. He built his whole life to look like a monster. Then why… why couldn’t he bear it when Seraphina called him evil? Why did her words stab him harder than knives?After crying her heart out, Seraphina finally wiped her tears. Her face still showed pain, but her fear was covered with sudden courage. She stood up, took a deep breath, and walked straight t

Vincenzo was restless because of Seraphina’s statement. He called a lady gynecologist to Seraphina’s room.“Seraphina, she is the doctor. "Doctor, go and check her out,” he said in a hurry, his voice unsteady as if he was losing control.“You should wait outside, Mr. De Luca,” the doctor said firmly, not meeting his intense gaze.“It’s okay, you should check. I will be here,” he said with pride, folding his arms across his chest as if daring her to argue.“Excuse me, I don’t care who you are. Just get out before I kill you,” Seraphina yelled in frustration, her voice breaking in anger.He froze, his lips pressing together tightly. Without another word, he left the room silently, fidgeting his hands, supporting himself against the wall. His head hung low, his fists tightening and loosening as if he was holding back a storm.The doctor was shocked by this; Seraphina had dared to order a mafia don, and even more shocking, he obeyed her without a fight.The doctor checked her and then cal

He pushed his laptop aside and strode back into the room like a thunderclap.“What now?” she asked , keeping her voice steady as she sat up on the edge of the bed.He pulled a stool over and climbed up to check the camera.When he pressed his finger onto the camera lens, it met something sticky and elastic. Chewing gum. He tried to pluck it off, but it was completely stuck, and the lens was ruined. He jumped down from the stool, roaring like a hungry lion.She pouted and began crawling backward, trying to get off the bed and then out of the room.Before she could jump up, he pinned her leg to the bed with a tight grip and pulled her toward him by the ankle.“Vin… Vincenzo,” she stammered.“Who did this?” His voice filled the room and pressed at the walls.‘Don’t panic. Don’t give him bait.’ “I don’t know. I wasn’t… I didn’t…” Her words tumbled and fell apart.He didn’t need her to say more. The memory of the footage sat behind his eyes. “The camera shows you here. I watched the recor

“No way in hell will I allow you to lay your filthy hands on me!” she shouted, her voice sharp like a whip. “Do you even hear yourself, Vincenzo? You think just because you’re the mighty Don of this city, you can trample over my will? Over my dignity? Don’t you dare underestimate me, because I swear, the day you push me too far, you’ll regret ever calling me your wife.”“The choice is yours,” he replied, his voice dripping with mock concern, his dark eyes glittering with amusement. “I thought I’d be generous and give you a chance to come willingly, but if you insist on fighting me, that’s fine. Just remember, you’re only delaying the inevitable. And believe me, you’ll find no escape from me, not today, not ever.”“Okay, fine,” she warned, narrowing her eyes, her tone both threatening and shaky, “but don’t you dare cross the line. You hear me? I’m warning you, Vincenzo. You test my patience, and you’ll see a side of me you’ve never imagined. I’m not your obedient doll who’ll bend to ev

A few days later, the couple sat at the dining table. The air was warm with the scent of roasted food, but the atmosphere was filled with unspoken tension. Seraphina pushed her fork around nervously, her lips parting as though she wanted to say something but kept swallowing the words back. Finally, after minutes of hesitation, she gathered her courage.“Vin… Vincenzo, can I ask you a question?” she muttered shakily and her eyes darting up at him before dropping back to her plate.He leaned back in his chair with his glass of juice in hand. “Hmmm… what?” His tone was flat, but the way he dragged the sound made her pulse quicken.Seraphina clasped her fingers together under the table. “Can I go out for a few days along with my friends?” she whispered, the words leaving her mouth like a guilty confession.Vincenzo’s eyes narrowed. He tilted his head slowly. “Where are you going to?” His voice was sharp, not loud, but it carried the weight of command.“A trip to Paris!” she said softly.“