All Chapters of The Crime Lord's Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Prologue The cold, damp walls of the basement made Isabella shiver as she struggled against the restraints digging into her wrists. Faint footsteps echoed in the darkness before a door creaked open, spilling dim light into the room making her squint against the harsh rays. A shadowy figure stepped forward. Rosa. Isabella’s breath caught in her throat. Wasn't she Nikolai’s late wife? She had once seen her picture frame in Nikolai's room. "You look surprised, huh? I guess you've heard of me," Rosa mused, a cruel smile stretching across her lips. "Did you think I'll let you live happily with my husband?" "He’s not your husband," Isabella snapped, glaring daggers at her. "Not my husband? Huh? Is he yours?" Rosa’s expression darkened, and in a swift motion, she struck Isabella across the face, sending her head snapping to the side. "You don’t understand, do you?" Rosa whispered, leaning closer, and lifted Isabella's face with a fingertip. "I never loved your Nikolai. I married hi

"Tell me, Bella, how was it? Was the guy hot?" Sofia asked immediately as soon as Isabella entered the room. "Yeah…" Isabella smiled shyly while tucking her hair at the back of her ear as Nikolai's face flashed across her mind. "Wait, don't tell me you guys did it already?" Sofia gasped in shock, her palms over her mouth. Isabella's face turned crimson red from embarrassment, slowly nodding. When Isabella kissed Nikolai, things escalated so fast between them. He had lifted her on his torso and within a few minutes, they were already in a VIP room, their clothes flying across the room. Nikolai stood topless, with only his undies on, and he was towering above her, kissing her until she was out of her breath. Isabella, too, was returning the kiss, kissing him not rough but moving with his pace. Just then, he had lifted her on his torso again, his arm muscles bulging and threw her on the bed. He expertly unhooked her bra and used one of his hands on her breast to pinch her ni

Isabella hesitated at Nikolai’s door, the glass of milk trembling slightly in her hand. The villa was quiet, the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore was the only noise breaking the silence.Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly. No answer. She knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing.She slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open.The room was dimly lit, the walls were painted in black, only adding to his mysteriousness. Nikolai sat at the edge of his bed, his back to the door. His broad shoulders were hunched, his head bowed as he stared at something in his hands.'Master doesn't like anyone in his room.' The elderly woman’s warning rang in her mind, but Isabella stepped forward anyway, she couldn't back out now! Her conscience wouldn't allow her to."I brought you a glass of milk," she said hesitantly, her voice breaking the heavy silence.Nikolai stiffened, his grip tightening on the object in his hands. Slowly, he turned his head, and for the first ti

Tuscany, Italy. At a grand villa in a secretly hidden chamber, the heavy scent of expensive cigars filled the air. The light was dimmed, spilling from antique chandeliers, and the walls were lined with books and oil paintings. Men in dark suits sat stiffly on the long mahogany table at the centre of the room. Crystal glasses filled with whiskey rested in front of them, but nobody dared to take a sip. This was no ordinary meeting, it was the annual gathering of the most powerful European mafia leaders, held within the fortified estate of Mr Sergei Volkov, once the king of the underground empire. At the head of the table sat Nikolai Volkov. Dressed in a black tailored suit that hugged his broad frame. He exuded a deadly calm. His normally piercing blue eyes were unusually dark tonight, filled with something dangerous. To his left, was his godfather, Mr Sergei. Even though Sergei no longer sat on the throne, his presence still commanded fear and respect. One of the bosses, a sli

The storm outside had finally receded. Allesandro sat at his long mahogany table, a mug of hot coffee steaming before him. Several untouched files stood before him. He glanced at them but didn't touch any. He had a lot going on in his head Vivienne Brown pushed open the door without knocking, her eyes red in anger. Her heels clicked against the marble, her silk blouse still damp at the shoulders from the rain outside. Alessandro didn’t lift his head immediately, only when she stood directly in front of his desk did he stop writing. "You didn’t knock," he said flatly, setting the pen down. "You haven't been home ever since our daughter left. How do you expect me to reach out to her?" Vivienne’s voice rang glaringly at him. Large eye bags from the many sleepless nights she had had were evident in her eyes. Alessandro leaned back in his leather chair, steepling his fingers together. "Isabella isn't here so we don't have to play a happy couple anymore. About our daughter, I told