All Chapters of The Crime Lord's Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Isabella stood in the middle of the bedroom, one hand pressed over her heart, staring at the decorations she’d been arranging for the past hour. Balloons floated gently near the ceiling, soft white and pale gold. Roses were spread across the bed, their petals arranged carefully around a small wooden box that held the pregnancy test and the ultrasound she had received from the hospital. Her fingers trembled slightly. Behind her, Imelda stepped forward, wiping her hands on her apron with an embarrassed smile. "The room looks beautiful," she said softly. "He’ll truly love it." Isabella turned to face her, her eyes wide and sparkling. "Really? I mean... he might think it’s stupid." "Nonsense," Imelda said and shook her head. "This is the happiest news of your life. And his too." She placed her hand on Isabella’s shoulder caringly. "Nikolai has always wanted to have a family again. Ever since…" she trailed off gently as if contemplating whether to continue "... he lost his wife and da

The first thing Isabella registered was the sharp sting of disinfectant. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she glanced around confused, her mind initially not registering where she was. Then she heard voices just right above, they sounded urgent, like someone was dying... "… her pressure is dropping, call Dr Elise!" "I think she's waking up." "Move slowly, she's lost a lot of blood, and she's pregnant too!" A cold hand touched her wrist and Isabella blinked hard as the room slowly came into focus, white walls, and people surrounding her in white attire. "Am I in heaven," she thought with furrowed brows. 'Did I die?" The faint beeping of the machine connected to her arm snapped her out of the trance. Hospital. Her breath hitched as memories rushed into her head. Her fingers curled against the bedsheet. "Nikolai…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Someone rushed to her side in the blink of an eye. "Miss Isabella?" Roman’s voice cracked terribly, as if he’d aged years i

The first thing Nikolai tasted when he woke was bitterness lodged deep in his throat. His breath hitched violently, his body reacting and alarms on nearby machines shrieked. Hands rushed toward him, pinning him down gently. "Easy there! He’s awake!" Suddenly, the door flung open and Nikolai’s eyes fluttered, struggling to focus on the blurry ceiling above him. His throat felt dry, and when he finally spoke, he croaked out words. "Where am I?" Three months ago Nikolai's black Mercedes skidded across the valley, spinning out of control before crashing with a deafening shriek. When the vehicle finally slammed against the rock wall at the bottom, a mass of flames erupted. Inside the wreckage, Nikolai Volkov lay unmoving: bleeding, unconscious and just seconds from being swallowed by fire. ~~~ Marcus Vince wasn’t supposed to be there, but just minutes after Nikolai left the bar and he didn't have anyone to bicker with, he felt bored. "I should just go home. Drinking ain't

The hands that grabbed Isabella were rough and merciless, she yelped as their rough fingers clamped around her arms, jerking her upward. She struggled, but their grip was iron rock against her fragile resistance. Her suitcase dropped to the polished floor with a thud and people stopped and stared at her but nobody dared intervene, everyone went back to their business. "Leave me alone, you're hurting me. Nikolai is really my husband!" she gasped, her voice cracking. But her words fell on deaf ears, the men only tightened their hold and dragged her toward the exit doors. One of them laughed, his laughter mocking. "We know you people. Gold diggers, running after rich heirs in the hope of climbing the ladder, huh?" one of them said. "You should stop drinking, miss!" another guard barked shoving her forward, "It's not good for your health." Isabella glanced at him wide-eyed, it was so ridiculous that they thought she was drunk, but just before she could protest they lifted her to thr

"Are you sure about that? Working while pregnant is risky!""Please, just this once."Roman inhaled slowly as he stood outside Nikolai’s office door, psyching himself up. This madness was dangerous but Isabella’s pale, tear-streaked face from the hospital bed flashed in his mind. The desperation in her voice when she whispered, "Help me be close to him, Roman please." So here he was walking straight into the lion’s den. Behind him, Isabella followed silently, her fingers trembling against the folder she held. Her body still felt fragile, and her bump was not visible at a single glance. She was going to pester him until he remembered her. Roman knocked once and pushed the office door open. Nikolai was standing behind his desk, his sleeves folded up, his jaw sharp and his aura very dangerous in the room. He didn’t even look up at first. "Sir," Roman started too quickly, as if afraid he’d lose his courage. "This is your new secretary. I’ll start arranging her desk now. I’ve inte