บททั้งหมดของ Craving My Mafia Obsession : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Sabrina’s POV “Michael, what should we do?” I asked, feeling overwhelmed. “It’s your choice, Sabrina. Do you want to go through it today, or let nature decide?” he replied gently. His words stirred my emotions, and I broke down in tears. Michael quickly embraced me, providing comfort. Everything felt confusing. I don’t believe in abortion, and the thought of taking action today feels wrong to me. It's so complicated. I may not be able to have kids due to my past—a secret known only to my friend Shelly. But with Michael holding me, I realize it’s time to share my truth with him. “Michael, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said softly, feeling ready to open up. His kind eyes encouraged me, assuring me that I’m not alone in this. I know after I tell him that he’s going to be upset and try taking matters into his own hands due to who he is, but it’s in the past for a reason and that’s where I needed to stay. “ What is it babe? What do you have to tell me?” he asks

Michal’s POV "Sebastian, I need to talk to you. It’s incredibly important. You can’t tell Shelly, and Sabrina absolutely cannot find out," I insist, urgency threading through my words. The weight of the secret I’m about to share feels like a boulder resting on my chest, heavy and suffocating. As I walk into Sebastian's spacious and neatly organized office, the soft hum of the overhead lighting buzzes in the silence. He’s seated behind his large mahogany desk, his attention buried in a mountain of paperwork. The walls are lined with bookshelves that reach the ceiling, filled with hardcovers and plants that bring life to the room. Sebastian looks up from his documents as I approach, his eyes narrowing under skeptical brows. He manages a welcoming wave, encouraging me to come closer. I hesitate for a moment, thinking about why I’m here in the first place and the promise I’m about to break to Sabrina, but I don't make him wait. I slip into the leather armchair across from him,

Sabrina’s POV continued: "You are mine now, Sabrina, and I'm going to show you exactly what I mean by that," Jonathan declares with a confident, almost possessive tone. His words echo in the room, lingering in the air like a storm about to break. As the realization of his statement washes over me, my heart starts pounding furiously, each beat racing faster than the last. It's as if the whole world has narrowed down to just the two of us and the intensity of this moment. Everything around me blurs; the woods, the sounds, even the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the trees, as my brain tries to process the gravity of his words. For a moment, I feel trapped in time, unable to move or react. Before I can fully register what's happening, Jonathan moves with an effortless speed, propelling us both downwards. I feel the sudden, harsh embrace of the ground beneath me and the firm weight of him above. It all happens in an instant. The cold ground starkly contrasts the war

Sabrina’s POV We slowly make our way back to Dr. Gray’s office. My heart races with a mix of fear and hope, and the anticipation is almost visible. As we approach the door, Michael pauses, turning to face me with that tender, earnest look I’ve grown to love. He gently cradles my hand in his, bringing it up to his lips. His kiss is soft and reassuring, a silent promise conveyed through the softest of gestures. “Remember, baby, whatever the results show today, I will always be yours,” he murmurs, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. “I’m not running away. I’m not leaving, no matter what. You’re stuck with me forever, Sabrina, whether we can have kids or not. And if the worst comes, we can always look into adoption.” His words wrap around me like a comforting embrace, pulling a smile from the depths of my unease. It’s in moments like these that I understand the depths of his commitment. Despite the relatively short time we’ve been together compared to most couple

Michal’s POV The hours spent delving deep into the life of Jonathan Mercer have been long and exhaustive, yet incredibly telling. We've unearthed significant details about him, each revelation painting a more disturbing portrait of the man who continues to work at the very camp that Sabrina and Shelly once attended. My thoughts are plagued by the haunting image of other girls potentially enduring torment at the hands of this predator. Our research revealed that Jonathan is the same age as Sebastian now. He has been a fixture there since his own childhood, transitioning seamlessly from camper to mentor by the age of fifteen. It's both astonishing and unsettling that he has remained unscathed by justice all these years. A gut feeling tells me that others employed there are complicit or at least aware of the sinister happenings, choosing silence over action. This silence was deafeningly apparent when nobody from the camp reached out to Shelly or Sabrina after they made the