บททั้งหมดของ THE DON'S FAVORITE OBSESSION : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Leona’s POVThe door closed with a heavy thud behind us, Dante’s shadow a dark, towering anchor in the dim interior. For the first time since the ambush, silence wrapped itself around me not safety, not yet, but silence. My lungs dragged in air too quickly, chest heaving like i’d just outrun death. Maybe I had.My hands trembled as i pushed my hair out of my face. The strands were damp with sweat and rain. I swallowed hard, bile climbing my throat at the metallic tang clinging to my palms. Every gunshot from earlier echoed inside my skull, looping endlessly, the flash of steel, the crunch of boots, the way the world had narrowed to a single heartbeat. Mine. I sat down like he offered and wrapped my arms around myself.I should have been grateful. Should have thrown myself at Dante’s feet for pulling me out of that slaughter. But the part of me that wasn’t terrified, wasn’t raw and shivering, was furious. Because survival meant

Dante’s POVBlood smeared warm and slick over my palms as I pressed harder against Marcello’s side. He hissed through his teeth, chest rising shallow, but it wasn’t panic in his eyes, it was resignation. Leona had literally ordered me to park the car on a road because she needed to stabilize Marcello. We both managed to drag Marcello to the floor because there was no space in the car to help him properly.“Keep pressure here,” Leona’s voice snapped, sharp and steady. Her hands replaced mine without hesitation, practiced, precise. She tore at her scarf with her teeth and bound the wound in swift motions, her focus deadly calm.For a heartbeat, I forgot the blood. Forgot the danger. I just watched her. This wasn’t the timid girl I thought I knew, this was a woman who didn’t flinch at chaos, who knelt in the dirt and fought for someone else’s life without second-guessing.Marcello groaned, and her hands pressed firmer. “Stay with me,” she whispered to him, soft but commanding.I forced m

LEONA’S POVDante didn't come back to the bedroom last night. I haven't seen him since last night till now and it's currently 8pm. Not that I really care about his location or movement. I have a lot of questions to ask about the upcoming dinner. I'll admit I'm a bit nervous but who wouldn't be nervous dining with criminals. The head maid had brought a dress and shoes in a box for me to wear. I did my hair and makeup.My reflection stared back at me in the mirror, all wide eyes and trembling lips. The dress Dante had chosen for me clung to every dip and curve like it had been sewn onto my skin, deep emerald lotus silk with a slit that ran scandalously high up my thigh. It compliments my tan skin perfectly.The neckline barely contained me, and every shift of movement felt like a taunt. The Gold Saint Laurent shoes made the outfit complete.I could feel my pulse everywhere: at the base of my throat, between my legs, in my fingertips as I smoothed the fabric nervously. My fingers trembled

DANTE’S POV“Valentina.” My voice was sharp, low. “Move.”She smirked, leaning in closer, ignoring the warning in my tone.“Relax, Dante. I was just saying hello. We were close once…” Her voice was soft, sultry, dripping with memories I didn’t care to revisit.I shifted, placing my hand on her waist, not to pull her closer, but to firmly, discreetly push her back. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”“I like games,” she whispered.“Not this one.”My patience was a thread, stretched thin. I removed her hand from my chest with calculated precision, keeping my expression unreadable. Eyes were on us. Always watching.But something tugged at my awareness...a shift in the air.I glanced up in time to see her.Leona.Her expression was unreadable, but the tightness in her jaw, the fire in her eyes… I knew that look.And then she was gone, turning on her heel and striding out of the hall without a single glance back.A slow, dark curse slipped under my breath.“Valentina,” I said, my voice shar

LEONA’S POVThe master suite was quiet, too quiet.I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, my heart still unsettled from the way Dante’s thumb had brushed my jaw, like I was something precious. My heels lay abandoned by the bed, and I padded barefoot across the cool hardwood, trying to shake off the night.The weight of everything pressed in at once. The way Valentina’s hand had lingered on Dante. The way I’d stormed out like a jealous fool. The way his mouth had claimed mine outside, rough and possessive, until my body had melted against his despite my pride.I sank onto the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands. I should feel relieved that he left so calmly, that he trusted Marcello enough to step away.Marcello.He’d been nothing but polite to me since the day I arrived, his presence quiet but commanding and protective, a steady shadow at Dante’s side. He reminds me of what i thought Luca was.I crossed to the window, pulling the heavy curtains back just enough to p