Semua Bab THE MAFIA BOSS PLUS-SIZED OBSESSION.: Bab 1 - Bab 10

A man lay on the bed, bleeding from his chest.He was shirtless. Muscular. He has a neck tattoo. And terrifyingly beautiful.A bloody tear sliced across his ribs, but even injured, he looked like the kind of man you only saw in nightmares or dreams. Dangerous. Wild. Dark skinned.God. He's fine. What the hell is wrong with me?"Treat him," the guard said behind me.I walked over slowly and leaned closer. "A gunshot?" I muttered. "We need to take him to the hospital."Before I could finish, the man beside me took out a gun and pointed it right at my head. My heart stopped. Holy Christ.My hands wouldn't stop shaking.The smell of blood was thick in the air. I knelt beside the bed, looking down at the man bleeding out like a scene from a damn crime movie. His chest rose and fell slowly, but the blood wouldn't stop seeping.My palms were shaking, but I held the forceps tightly, forcing myself to breathe through my mouth.I was a doctor. I was supposed to know what to do.But not like thi

They led me into a room that looked like it was ripped from a luxury catalog.White walls, soft golden lights. Velvet curtains are dancing lightly with the breeze from the air conditioning. A massive bed with silk sheets. A walk-in closet packed with designer clothes. Shelves lined with perfumes I couldn't even pronounce, heels arranged like a boutique display, and makeup kits that looked untouched.Everything sparkled. But I didn't feel lucky. It's not like I didn't have all these at home. I have them. I am... trapped here. This wasn't a dream. It was a cage dressed up in gold.I sat on the edge of the bed and stared around. "So this is what kidnapping looks like with a chandelier," I muttered.I rubbed my arms. I still hadn't changed out of the clothes I wore since morning. I wanted to go home. I needed to scream. Cry. Break something. But instead, I was trapped in a stranger's house.There was a knock, then the door opened. A guard with a stiff expression stepped inside. "The boss

Bella’s POV.My whole body was frozen in the car. I could still feel the cold metal of the gun pressing into my side. It hadn't even been a full minute, but my entire world had shifted.We drove the rest of the way in silence. Not a single word from me. Not a single word from him. I didn't even look at him. I just stared out the window like it could somehow open a door and take me far away from this nightmare.When we pulled up to the house, I didn't wait for the car to stop completely. I opened the door and stepped out, my legs shaky but determined. Liam didn't try to stop me. He just watched.I walked straight to my room.He called my name once, soft, like he wasn't sure he should. I didn't answer. I didn't even glance at him. I shut the door behind me and locked it. Then I collapsed.My knees hit the floor and I just stayed there, my back against the door, shaking, trying to breathe, trying to stop the tears from coming.But they came anyway.I cried like I hadn't cried in years. B

Liam’s POV.I pulled up to the massive gate and rolled the window down.A security man stepped out of the small booth beside the entrance, one hand resting lazily on his holster. He eyed me like I was already a trouble. "Who are you? What do you want?""I'm here to see Mrs. Aurora," I said, keeping my voice calm.The man raised a brow. "You have an appointment?""Tell her I want to talk about her daughter," I said calmly.That made him pause. His expression shifted slightly. He picked up the walkie-talkie, spoke a few words, then nodded toward the gate. "Drive in."The iron gate creaked open, slow and heavy. I drove through and parked in front of the house. It was grand, polished, screaming money. But I wasn't impressed.Two other guards came up and signaled for me to follow them. I kept my hands in my pockets and walked in like I owned the place.The living room was quiet, too quiet. Aurora sat on a cream-colored couch with her legs crossed, sipping wine with one hand and flipping th

Bella’s POV.I crept down the stairs, one foot in front of the other, still feeling the tremor in my legs from last night's tears. My head was pounding more from my own thoughts than anything else. When I reached the bottom step, I froze.Liam stood by the tall window, phone pressed to his ear. The late morning sun painted his profile in gold, and for a split second, he looked less like a captor and more like some dark, dangerous dream. Damn, why was I thinking about him like that?He didn't notice me at first. He was deep in conversation, brow furrowed, lips moving in a low whisper. I watched the line of his jaw clench, the way his free hand curled into a loose fist at his side. He looked good, too good. My stomach did that weird flip-flop thing I hated.Then I took another step and the floor creaked. He stopped mid-sentence, his phone dropping to his side.He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. That stare sucked all the air out of me. His gaze skimmed from the top of my head