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บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Boss's Obsession : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

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Chapter 21

Luna's POV The fire crackled.Misha’s jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap.And me? I couldn’t look at either of them. Because my mind was already racing, at the heat that would pour between us in a shared room. At the nearness. At what might happen when the walls came down… and there was no one left to blame for what we wanted.Not even ourselves.And just like that, it was decided.Vladimir’s word landed like a verdict. No one argued. Not even Misha.He just sighed and looked away, jaw tight.It wasn’t resignation, it was control. The kind that barely held. Like he could shatter the room in half if he let himself feel for even a second.Why didn’t he fight it? Why didn’t he say no? I wasn’t given time to wonder.Dinner ended.Vladimir waved a hand like a Roman emperor, and Misha was already guiding me down the hallway. Silent. Stern. Unreadable.Five days.Five nights.One room.God help me.The door creaked open. He let me walk in first. Like a gentleman. Like a predator
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Chapter 22

Luna's POV The second day. I didn’t see much of him. He left for meetings while I stayed in the room. I made more jewelry. Read. Prowled the walls like a caged animal. When night came, so did the cold. And the ache in my spine from that damned chair.He returned late. Said nothing. Didn’t even look at me.I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket. A burrito of resentment and half-buried heat.I must’ve dozed off because shouting woke me. Voices downstairs. Arguing. One of them, Vladmir.I bolted up. Tripped over the blanket and fell right into him. Hard chest. Warm hands. Strong fingers gripping my arms like I’d fall through the floor if he let go.His breath hitched. So did mine.I looked up. Mistake. His eyes, those glacial, silver eyes, burned down at me like a curse.“You drive me mad, Luna,” he said, voice rough, cracked with something he didn’t want me to hear. “You are… undoing me.”My mouth opened. Nothing came out.His thumb brushed my lower lip. Barely there. Possessive. Sinf
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Chapter 23

Misha's POVYakutsk, Two Days Later. I slipped into her wing like I did every night. Quiet and uninvited, but unable to stay away. Just to make sure she was safe.I’d seen the way she thrashed in her sleep, how her nightmares gripped her. And every time, I wished I could take it all away, whatever ghosts her past had left behind.The room smelled like her, warm, earthy, addictive. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t ask her to move in. I’d chain myself to this room, to her scent, her silence.I stood there for what felt like forever, watching her breathe, watching her rest. Then my gaze drifted to the far side of the room, where her handmade jewelry lay scattered, tangible pieces of her soul.I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to see that familiar flicker of confusion, wariness, and rage solidifying into something colder. I didn’t want to see her pain.Because her pain did something to me. It twisted me up, made me reckless and weak.I moved to the window, dragging a hand thro
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Chapter 24

Misha's POVThe next morning, Viktor, my consigliere, older than most, trusted more than any, drove us through the frozen bones of Yakutsk toward the Volograd estate.Snow blurred the edges of the world, softening the decay. Luna sat beside me in silence, her arms wrapped tight across her chest, the sharp set of her jaw angled toward the window.“This is the estate?” she asked, finally. Her breath fogged the glass.“It was supposed to be a cultural center,” Viktor answered. “Before the wars. Before families like yours sold out the East. But now, we’ll turn it into something useful.”Her brows knit. “And what exactly is ‘useful’?”I smirked. “Money. Power. Stability. Everything your family pissed away.”She didn’t reply. But her glare cut deep. Good. Let her hate me. Hatred was safe. Hatred meant I could keep my hands to myself.We stepped inside.Dust. Steel. Voices echoing off cracked marble. Dozens of workers moved like ants across the vast skeleton of the estate, laying wiring, ha
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Chapter 25

Misha's POV “Why do you hate me so much?” she whispered. “Even the devil doesn’t deserve this kind of hatred.”Her voice cracked. A real crack. Not bravado. Not performance.Something raw and broken lived in that sound.I stopped in front of her, close enough to feel the heat bleeding from her skin, close enough to see the slight tremble in her lashes.“You think I hate you because I avoid you?” I asked, voice rough.She met my gaze like she wanted to burn in it. “Educate me, then. How else do you prove to someone their existence is a burden to you?”I didn’t flinch. I didn’t blink.“But you were raised by a cartel,” I said coldly. “You knew this life. You knew you’d be traded like gold. You knew love had no place here.”“Right.”The word sliced quieter than a scream. I let out a short, bitter laugh. No humor. No mercy.I moved around her slowly, deliberately, stalking.She turned as I circled, refusing to give me her back. Stubborn to the last breath. The sweater slipped off one sho
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Chapter 26

Misha's POV When I got word that Chernov and his brothers had arrived, I was in the east wing living room, just down the stairs. I expected Luna to stay in her room, hidden, quiet, safe. But she didn’t. She came down barefoot, wearing one of my shirts and a pair of bum shorts, her legs bare and golden, her hair falling in loose waves down her back. A fucking vision. My jaw locked.“What the hell are you wearing?” I growled, low and sharp.She blinked at me, pretending innocence. “It’s my house too, isn’t it?”“Go change.”Her brows lifted. “Why? You embarrassed of me, dorogoy?”I didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. She could already see the tension rippling under my skin. She left with a shrug, hips swaying deliberately as she disappeared up the stairs.The front gates opened minutes later.Chernov entered first, flanked by his younger brothers, Lev and Alexei. All of them dressed like wolves pretending to be men. Sharp coats. Sharp smiles. Eyes that took inventory the moment they crosse
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Chapter 27

Luna's POV He kissed me again, like he hated me.Rough. Starving. Possessive.His mouth crushed mine with bruising pressure, his fingers tangled in my hair like he couldn’t decide whether to hold me close or push me away. My back hit the wall of the hallway, a thud that made my breath stutter. Somewhere upstairs, the fire still cracked. But down here, it was all heat and sharp edges.“Misha…” I gasped into his mouth, but he didn’t let me finish. His lips moved to my throat, biting the skin just hard enough to remind me that this wasn’t tenderness.This was punishment.For lying.For wanting him.For both.“You’re hiding something,” he growled against my skin. “You flinch when I say his name. Stepan.”I froze. Not from fear. But because the name felt like a blade pressed to my chest. He pulled back slightly, just enough for our eyes to meet. His were glacial, burning with questions he hadn’t asked before now.“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice low and lethal. “What did he do to you?”I
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Chapter 28

Luna's POV I swallowed, my throat dry.He didn’t ask. Didn’t have to. “You want me to make you a similar one,” I said slowly.He nodded once. A single, restrained movement. But everything about it felt bare.I hesitated.This wasn’t business. It wasn’t about favors or manipulation or survival.It was too personal.My hands froze over the beads. I shook my head.“I can’t.” I breathed.His jaw ticked. But he didn’t snap. Didn’t lash out or throw ice at me. He just looked at me.And fuck, that was worse.That look, stripped of armor, stripped of violence, felt like it reached inside me and scraped across everything I was trying to bury.Guilt. Grief.The dangerous echo of shared loneliness.“I’ll think about it,” I whispered.He didn’t say a word.But he dipped his head, just barely. Understanding. Or maybe surrendering. And that nearly broke me more than rage ever could.Three nights laterI sat curled on the window seat in my room, the velvet cushions cold against my bare thighs. Outs
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Chapter 29

Luna's POV The cold punched me in the chest the second I shoved open the rusted back door and stepped into the screaming dark.Wind like knives. Snow like broken glass. But I ran.Toward the woods. Toward freedom. Toward a future I wasn’t even sure I deserved. I didn’t look back. The Lada was there. Just like they promised. Black. Nondescript. Engine humming low beneath layers of frost.And the man waiting inside wasn’t old. Wasn’t unfamiliar.He stepped out of the car and leaned against the door with a lazy sort of arrogance that didn’t match the tension in his jaw.Lev Odessa.Chernov’s younger brother.And even in the moonlight, I could see the risk painted all over him.“You made it,” he said, opening the passenger side for me. “I was beginning to think you changed your mind.”I didn’t speak. Just slid inside, shaking from cold and nerves.He got behind the wheel, slammed the door shut, and yanked the car into motion.Tires slipped on snow, catching again as we hit the road.“You
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Chapter 30

Misha's POV The first clue was the silence. Not the kind that comes with snow. The kind that comes with betrayal.I was in the east wing, finalizing the shipment routes for the Irkustk handoff, when Nikolai slammed the doors open, breath steaming, eyes wild.“Boss.” His voice cracked. “She’s gone.”A beat passed before the words hit. Then they detonated.“Who?” I asked anyway, already knowing the answer.“Luna.”His voice was quieter now. Almost guilty.“She’s not in her quarters. Her clothes, what little she brought, they’re gone. Chernov’s jet took off three hours ago. Private clearance, no trail.”Three. Fucking. Hours.The schedule slipped from my hand.I stood slowly. “Flight path?”“Scrubbed. But the heading… silence on all traffic logs… it’s Colombia.”I turned toward the window. Snow blurred the pane like static.She left me. Not for another man. Not for freedom. She ran home. To the same gilded prison she once begged to escape.She ran back to the devil she knew, because she
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