All Chapters of The Crime Lord's Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Isabella woke with a start, her neck ached, her cheek was pressed against the hard surface of her desk, and her fingers were still curled around a pen that had long stopped moving. She blinked herself awake, confusion fogging her mind. What time…? Her eyes darted to the small clock on the wall. 6:09 AM! Her heart thumped in her chest rapidly. She straightened quickly but then froze, her breath caught in her throat as Nikolai’s jacket fell from her shoulders. Had he covered her? She stared at it, her fingers caressing the fur as she lifted it over her face, feeling its scent. The dark fabric and the faint scent of cedar, and his unmistakable expensive cologne warmed her heart Her hands trembled slightly at the thought that Nikolai was there and he put the jacket on her. The realisation made heat rush to her face flush, a blush creeping up her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, reprimanding herself. No. Don’t do this. Don’t hope for what ain't there. A knock on the door made

Cold. That was the first thing Isabella felt. The cold, damp walls of the basement made Isabella shiver as she struggled against the restraints digging into her wrists. Her ankles were bound too, tight enough that every small movement scraped her skin raw. The floor was hard beneath her, smelling of dust and old concrete. Something cold, like water dropped on her arm making the hairs in her arm stand. Her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to move, but darkness swallowed everything because a heavy black cloth still covered her head. Her heart pounded harder in her chest, "Where am I…? How long have I been out?" she thought to herself trying to move but failing terribly. Suddenly, a door creaked open and footsteps followed. Light rays spilt through the fabric blinding her. The bag over her head was yanked off, and she flinched, squeezing her eyes shut against the sudden brightness. When she finally opened them, a shadowy figure stepped forward. 'Rosa!' Isabella’s breath froze

Rosa sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her shoulders trembling, as the doctor tended to her wound. Nikolai sat beside her, holding her other hand trying to calm her down. "Nikolai…" she whispered, leaning into him, clutching his shirt, letting her tears soak into the fabric. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for saving me today." Nikolai held her quietly, a strange heaviness settling in his chest. Something wasn’t right. Deep down he could feel this strange feeling that settled deep in his chest, but he couldn’t name it. Rosa glanced up at him, her face tears-striken. "Nikolai…" she choked out, reaching for his sleeve with trembling fingers. "You have to take justice for me. Isabella… she wanted to kill me," she whispered, eyes wide with terror. "Because she knows I’m your wife, but she wants you." Rosa swallowed a sob, clutching her chest. "She wants me out of the way so she can have you… so she can make you marry her." She let out a strangled cry as though the memor

Isabella lifted her gaze and cursed under her breath. Not again! She was drained to start another drama. Rosa stood in the doorway, smiling like she owned the entire building, dressed in an elegant white dress that clung to her curves, her hair cascading in perfect curls, flawless makeup … and lips curled into a sickeningly sweet smile. Her red lipstick shone brightly in the morning sun and her perfume filled the air as if she had swum in its pool. Her heels clicked as she stepped inside, tilting her head in victory. "Good morning, Isabella," she said sweetly, clasping her purse in both hands like a queen. "Oh… you look drained. Rough night, huh?" She placed a perfectly manicured hand on the back of one of the chairs and leaned forward, her voice dripping honeyed poison. Isabella forced herself to stand and forced her lips into a polite shape. "Yes, Miss Rosa, this floor is only for the executive, it's out of bounds," she whispered. "Can I help you with anything?" Rosa smil

The gates of the West Villa creaked open, and Nikolai felt a strange shiver crawl down his spine. He hadn’t set foot here since the accident. The villa felt colder than he remembered and the silence was too heavy like he was walking into a life that technically belonged to him, yet felt foreign in every corner. Rosa walked in ahead of him, her heels echoing against the marble tiles. "Finally," she breathed, taking on the serene expensive house. Nikolai's eyes scanned the hallways as fragmented memory crawled up in his head. When he entered his bedroom, he paused. His gaze swept across the neatly arranged space… until it landed in the tall walk-in closet. He pushed the door open, and his brows furrowed together sharply. His suits didn't feel familiar, they were so unlike him. Instead of his usual all black, there were navy ones, deep forest green, and even a white one. A white suit for him, that felt like a joke and he felt something twist inside his chest without knowing why. H