All Chapters of Bound To A Possessive Mafia Don: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A sharp, stabbing pain tore through Anna’s stomach, wrenching her awake. She doubled over, clutching her belly with both hands as a low groan slipped out from her lips. For a moment she focused only on breathing, waiting for the pain to ease. Anna’s eyes shifted to the clock on the nightstand. It read 5:02 a.m., leaving her less than thirty minutes before she had to report to what she now called ‘the maid assembly ground.’ She never understood why they had to gather there every morning. Martha could simply assign each maid a permanent duty instead of dragging them into an assembly day after day, only to reshuffle their duties again. Now, with Vincenzo back, today and the days ahead promised to be even more stressful. She would have to serve Vincenzo’s breakfast, clean his room, and even handle his laundry on top of her usual duties. At times, it felt as if they were deliberately punishing her. Anna pressed herself against the mattress, waiting for the ache in her body to e

Vincenzo stood abruptly and stormed toward the safe, shoving Marco aside without a word. He knelt briefly to examine it, his eyes scanning the interior. The safe was completely empty. His jaw clenched as his eyes swept over the empty shelf, the missing blueprint hitting him with a surge of anger and disbelief.“Check the cameras,” Vincenzo growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to know who has the audacity to walk into my office and take the blueprint.”Marco nodded quickly, swallowing the unease in his throat. “Yes, Boss,” he muttered before hurrying out, the door clicking shut behind him. Vincenzo was left alone, the silence of the office pressing in, broken only by the faint hum of the AC and the rapid beating of his own anger. “Shit!” he yelled, slamming his fists on the desk.After several tense minutes, Vincenzo’s private office door opened, and Marco stepped back inside. Vincenzo remained at his desk, his shoulders stiff, eyes blazing, chest rising and falling, bef

Anna woke up slowly, her eyes opening to the familiar ceiling above her bed. For a moment, the room was silent, wrapped in stillness. She turned toward the window and saw the darkness outside. Night had already fallen. Her eyes drifted down to her arms, and a knot tightened in her stomach. An IV line pierced one arm, a blood bag strapped to the other. Panic surged through her chest, and her breath hitched as confusion settled in. Slowly, she turned her head to the other side of the room and froze. Vincenzo sat in the chair beside the bed, his posture calm, but his eyes were cold with fury, fixed on her as if they could pierce straight through her soul. The air between them felt heavy and suffocating. Anna’s lips parted, yet no sound came out. Every muscle in her body locked, numb with fear. Then the memory struck Anna. The flash of Vincenzo’s anger. The searing pain in her stomach. The warmth of blood running down her legs. She remembered gasping for air, the room spinning, and

~ANNA’S BEDROOM~Anna lay still on her bed, Vincenzo’s words replaying in her mind over and over. Each one pressed deeper into her chest, leaving her with a heavy ache she couldn’t shake off.The room was quiet except for the soft sound of footsteps as the doctor moved closer to her bedside. He looked at her with calm eyes and said gently, “I’ll give you some medicine to take. It will help you feel better.”Anna gave a small nod, her face blank and tired. The doctor turned to his medical bag, took out a few tablets, and placed them carefully into a small pack. He set it down on her nightstand beside the glass of water.Then, moving closer, he checked the IV line on Anna’s hand. The bag was already empty. With steady hands, he removed the needle, wiped the spot with cotton, and placed the used items back into his case. After making sure everything was in order, he began packing up his tools in silence.Anna sat up slowly on the bed, her mind empty but heavy with the weight of Vincen

Inside Anna’s bedroom, Lucy pressed her back against the door. She heard Marco’s words before his footsteps faded down the hallway. When she was sure he was gone, she closed her eyes and let out a long, unsteady sigh. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she pressed a hand against it, forcing herself to take slow, steady breaths until it began to calm. After a moment, Lucy opened her eyes, straightened, and stepped away from the door. Her feet moved quietly across the floor as she approached Anna’s bed. Anna was still fast asleep, her hair messy and her face buried in the pillow. Lucy hesitated for a second, watching her, then leaned down and gently tapped her shoulder. “Anna, wake up,” she said softly, but Anna didn’t move. Lucy shook her a little harder this time. “Anna, wake up. It’s already morning.” Anna groaned softly and turned to the side, her eyes still closed. “Just let me sleep a little longer,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow. Lucy frowned and cro