All Chapters of THE DON'S FAVORITE OBSESSION : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter 41: The Girl Who Died and Lived Again

Leona’s POV It's been over two months now but I can't forget that night.The night I left, the world didn’t end...it just went silent.No sirens. No footsteps. No shouting in the hall. Only my heartbeat, pounding too fast for a body that hadn’t run far enough yet.I didn’t look back. If I did, I might see him or his shadow in the doorway, the weight of everything I still wanted to say but never could. So I kept walking until the city swallowed me whole.When I reached Nora’s place, the sky was just starting to turn midnight blue. My fingers trembled as I pressed the buzzer. One ring. Two. Then the door opened, and there she was...barefoot, hair in a messy bun, eyes wide like she’d seen a ghost.She didn’t ask questions. She just pulled me in.“Leona?” she whispered, clutching my shoulders like she wasn’t sure I was real.“I can’t stay,” I said. My voice cracked on the words. “I just...needed to see you before I disappear.”Her expression flickered between fear and determination. “Th

Chapter 42: The Trail of Lies

Dante’s POVVerona appeared beneath us through a veil of rain.The city was nothing like New York.New York announced itself. It roared. It glittered. It threatened you openly.Verona whispered.From the small window of the jet, I watched the lights scattered beneath the clouds, golden against the wet darkness, ancient buildings pressed together as though they were keeping secrets from the rest of the world.I should have felt nothing.Instead, I felt the familiar pressure behind my ribs.Leona.Every city had become a question since she disappeared.Was she here?Had she been here?Was she alive?The last question was the one I refused to ask aloud.Because asking it would make it real.I leaned back in my seat and checked my watch.02:17.We had left New York less than three hours ago.Luca sat opposite me, his elbows resting on his knees, phone clenched between both hands. He had barely spoken since we boarded.Neither of us needed to.The image of Joe's body had followed us onto t

Chapter 43: The City That Remembers

Leona’s POVThe first thing I noticed about Verona was the silence. Not the absence of sound. There was plenty of it.Cars whispered over wet roads. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolled through the night. People laughed beneath umbrellas, their voices carried away by the cold wind. A train groaned behind me as it pulled away from the station, leaving a trail of steam and the metallic smell of rain but beneath all of it was something quieter.Something that felt like it was waiting.I stood on the platform with my small bag hanging from my shoulder, the leather-bound book pressed against my chest.Verona.I had said the name so many times in my head that it had almost stopped sounding real. Now I was standing inside it.My birthplace.The place my mother had written about, the place my father had apparently tried to protect. The place where my family had begun…And where, according to the words hidden inside that book, everything would eventually end.I looked around. There was not

Chapter 44: The Keeper of What Remained

Dante’s POV The pensione looked insignificant.Three floors, old stone and faded sign above the entrance.Nothing about it suggested that a woman I had spent two months searching for had once slept inside.I stood across the street and stared.“Don’t approach the clerk,” I told Luca.“Why?”“Because if someone rehearsed his story, they’ll know exactly what he was supposed to say.”“And if we question him?”“He’ll repeat it.”“So what do we do?”“Watch.”We remained there for nearly an hour. People came and went. A woman carrying groceries, an elderly couple, a delivery man. Nothing, then a man stepped out of the pensione.He paused, looked around and then, walked away.I narrowed my eyes.“Follow him.”Luca immediately reached for his phone. One of our men moved after him. I watched until they disappeared around the corner.Then I looked back at the pensione.Leona had been here, that much was real. But why?Was she passing through?Was she hiding?Was someone helping her? Or had she

Chapter 45: The Man Who Remembered

DANTE’S POVI had seen photographs of the Rinaldi building before.But photographs never carried history properly.They didn’t show the cracks in the stone. They didn’t show the places where time had tried to erase a family and failed. They didn’t show the weight that settled over a place when too many memories had been buried inside it.I stood beside the car, looking up at the building.For a moment, I was fifteen again.Too young to understand what the adults around me were discussing.Too young to understand why my father had suddenly stopped allowing me into certain rooms.Too young to understand why the name Rinaldi had disappeared from our conversations almost overnight.But I remembered this building.Not clearly. Pieces.My father’s car parked outside. Men in dark suits. My father speaking with Domenico Rinaldi and a man who had always seemed to be somewhere nearby.Alessandro Bellini.I hadn’t thought about him in years.“That’s him,” Luca said beside me.I looked at him.“Y

Chapter 46: The Truth They Buried

LEONA’S POVI barely slept that night.The key lay on the table beside me, catching the faint light that slipped through the curtains.I had stared at it for so long that its shape had become familiar.Small. Old. Brass.A lion engraved into the top. And yet, somehow, this little piece of metal had survived everything that had destroyed my family.I picked it up again.Alessandro had trusted me with it. He hadn’t told me what it opened. Maybe he didn’t know. Or perhaps he had known exactly what it opened and deliberately allowed me to discover it myself. Either way, I knew one thing.The answer was somewhere in Verona. And I had already seen it. I just hadn’t understood it yet. I reached for my mother’s journal. The leather cover was worn from the number of times I’d opened it since arriving in Verona. I placed it on my lap and began turning through the pages again.I’d read them so many times that some sentences were practically memorized.The river. The lion. The house.The place wh

Chapter 47: The Wrong Suspect

Leona’s POV By the time I returned to my temporary apartment, my head was pounding.I locked the door behind me and spread the documents across the small table. For hours, I went through them. Names, Accounts, companies, transfers. Some appeared once, others appeared repeatedly. Then I noticed one. I stopped.Vetra Holdings.The name appeared several times throughout my father's records, although sometimes it was written under a different company name.I pulled another file closer. There it was again. An older name.Vetra Mercantile Group.I frowned. Why had the company changed its name? I opened my laptop and searched for it. The first results were ordinary. Business listings, news articles and corporate information.Nothing suspicious. So, I kept searching. The more I looked, the more I realized that Vetra Holdings had existed long before its current owners. It had changed names. Changed offices. Changed directors.At first, I thought that was normal. Companies changed ownership al

Chapter 48: The Paths We shouldn't have Crossed

LEONA’S POVI had been staring at my father’s files for nearly an hour when I finally noticed it.Not a name. Not a photograph. A gap. My eyes moved slowly down the handwritten index.R-18.R-19.Then…R-21.I frowned. I went back to the beginning Then I checked again.There was no R-20.I pulled the files apart, checking every folder, every envelope, every loose sheet.Nothing.My father’s records were meticulous. He didn’t skip numbers. He especially wouldn’t skip one in the middle of an investigation. I sat back.“Where did you go, R-20?”The question hung in the room. I picked up my mother’s journal. Maybe she’d left something behind. I flipped through the pages, searching for anything that might correspond with the missing file.Then I remembered something.A sentence I’d read before but dismissed because I didn’t understand it. I found the page.My mother’s handwriting was faded in places, but the words were clear.“The house where travelers once slept beneath the Rinaldi name s

Chapter 49: Threads of Suspicion

LEONA’S POVI didn't sleep when I returned to my temporary stay.I locked the door. Checked the windows. Checked them again. Then I pulled the curtains shut and spread the contents of R-20 across the table.My father's missing file sat in front of me.For years, it had remained hidden inside a room beneath the eastern section of my family's hotel.Now it was here. With me.I stared at my father's handwriting. For a moment, I couldn't bring myself to touch anything. This was the closest I'd come to him since learning the truth. I was afraid of what I’ll find in the file. But this was my father.This was Domenico Rinaldi.A man who had known something was wrong.A man who had spent his final days trying to prove it.I opened the first document. Then another. And another. Hours passed.Vetra Holdings appeared everywhere.At first, I thought I was imagining it.The company surfaced in financial transfers, correspondence and meeting records. Sometimes directly, sometimes through subsidiari

Chapter 50: The Invitation

LEONA’S POVTwo days after I found the R-20 file, the letter arrived.I knew something was wrong before I even picked it up. It was lying on the small table beside my door.No knock. No sound. No sign of whoever had left it there. Just an envelope. Waiting.My stomach tightened.For a few seconds, I simply stared at it. Then I locked the door, checked the window and only after confirming the room was exactly as I had left it did I pick the envelope up.There was no name on the front. No address. Nothing.I opened it.One sheet of paper. One name or rather-One nickname.My fingers went still.“Claws,There are things about your father’s investigation that connect our families more closely than you realize. Things you deserve to hear before you decide who your enemy is.You’ve spent enough time chasing shadows. If you truly want to know who M.V. is, come and hear what I know.Five days from now. Midnight.The abandoned building on Via San Zeno.Come alone and prepared to listen.-D”Cl

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