Semua Bab The Mafia Boss's Obsession : Bab 11 - Bab 20

LUNA's POV The engagement party was a lie wrapped in silk and blood.Gold chandeliers blazed overhead, throwing light across the marble floors. Waiters in crisp suits floated between guests with trays of champagne and caviar. The air smelled of expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and greed.Everyone who mattered in Colombia’s underworld was here tonight.Bratva lieutenants, cartel heirs, politicians with bloodstains behind their smiles.And me.The sacrificial bride.I stood on the balcony overlooking the ballroom, the cold iron rail digging into my palms.Below, the music swelled, something slow, romantic, pretending this was just a love story.My dress clung too tight to my skin, the color a soft, shimmering ivory, like innocence draped over a grave.“Smile, baby,” Yuri murmured against my ear, his hand heavy on my hip. “They’re watching.”I wanted to punch him. To scream about the drug he’d slipped into my drink two nights ago.But not here. Not now. Not with every eye watching and th

Luna's POV I packed fast. Only the essentials. A few changes of clothes. Money I had stashed away.A knife I kept hidden beneath my mattress.Gabriela watched me from the doorway, wide-eyed.“Where are we going?” she whispered.“Away,” I said, heart twisting. “Somewhere safe.”Her hands shook as she clutched the worn teddy bear she never admitted she still slept with.I touched her cheek gently. “Trust me,” I whispered.She nodded, but her eyes were full of tears.I hated that she still believed I could fix this. That I still believed it too.In a few minutes, we were out of the main building. The estate was crawling with guards.Twice we had to duck behind columns when footsteps approached.Once, I nearly tripped over Gabriela’s dress.We made it to the garden gates, the old servants’ entrance, half-forgotten.Yuri was supposed to meet us there with a car. Freedom so close I could taste it.My heart was thundering so loud I could barely hear over it.Gabriela clutched my hand so tig

Luna's POV My breath caught, and not from fear. From the cold certainty that I hadn’t just been stolen. I’d been hunted.Heat washed through me, shameful and uninvited.His hand brushed mine again as he stepped back.This time I didn’t move away. Neither did he.We stood there, inches apart. Breath shallow. Hearts stubborn.Misha leaned in slightly. “You’ll be safe,” he murmured. “As long as you don’t run.”My spine stiffened, but I met his gaze without flinching.“So,” I said, forcing a bitter smile, “we’re playing happy husband and wife in public, but strangers under the same roof?”He looked at me, “Not strangers,” he said quietly. “Allies. Temporary allies.”He led me to a smaller sitting room—though “small” was relative. It was still larger than my old bedroom back in Bogotá. He gestured for me to sit. I didn’t.He didn’t press. Just reached into his coat and pulled out a slim leather folder, letting it fall onto the table between us with a quiet thud.“Your terms,” he said.My

Luna's POV The following morning, in my room, Sofia laid out something that I wouldn’t dare call a dress.It was armor. Not for beauty or comfort, but for survival. She made me wear it. A reminder of how little my opinion mattered. Midnight black. Satin and lace. Tight at the waist, with a slit up the thigh that was practically criminal.The kind of dress that whispered wealth, and promised violence in the same breath. Perfect for a Bratva princess. Perfect for a girl pretending to be in love with a man who terrified her.I stood before the full-length mirror, smoothing the fabric over my hips, forcing myself not to flinch when Sofia clipped an elegant black diamond pendant around my neck.“You are ready, madam,” she said stiffly.Ready. If only they knew.The door creaked open, the heavy sound of it scraping against the floor slicing through the silence.Misha stood in the doorway, his presence like a storm crashing into the room. He was dressed in a black tailored suit that clung

Luna's POV He moved faster than I could react, his hand locking around my waist, pulling me into him with a possessiveness that stole the air from my lungs. I felt him, hard, urgent, a raw tension pulsing through him.I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened, drawing me closer. His body pressed against mine, impossibly close. I could feel every hard inch of him, his arousal evident through the fabric of his trousers, against my own.“Don’t go,” he muttered, his voice dark and dangerous, but there was a hint of desperation buried in it, something I didn’t want to acknowledge.His cologne filled my senses, sweet, intoxicating, too close for comfort. My heart raced, betraying me. Because I knew, in that moment, if he wanted to take me right there, I wouldn’t be able to stop him.He withdrew after what felt like an eternity, his chest rising and falling as if he had just pulled himself out of a breakdown. His eyes were burning into mine, fierce and unreadable.For a while, neith