All Chapters of Alejandro’s Obsession (English Version): Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

The De Rossi estate was never silent. Not because of the guards patrolling day and night, nor the constant ringing of phones about “business.” The noise came from one person, one little hurricane disguised as a girl—Alerina Amara Serene Morissette De Rossi, now ten years old and far too clever for her own good. Her father, Alejandro, still ruled as the mafia boss with an iron fist. But inside his own home? Alerina had turned the empire upside down. That morning, Erin’s clinic—a private practice in the estate grounds—looked like a war zone. Nurses darted back and forth, patients sat uncomfortably, and in the middle of the chaos was Alerina, wearing a white coat three sizes too big. She had stolen her mother’s stethoscope, looped it around her neck, and was sitting at the doctor’s desk as though she owned the place. A burly guard entered, limping. He had been shot in the leg during an ambush the night before. Before Erin could reach him, Alerina slammed her palms on the desk. “Ne

The morning came at the De Rossi estate, the sun rays catching on the polished bannisters and framed portraits of ancestors who had all looked equally terrifying. In the middle of this intimidating grandeur, however, sat Alerina Amara Serene Morissette De Rossi, cross-legged on the couch with her Apple Watch flashing and her school shoes dangling off the edge. She wasn’t paying attention to her homework like she was supposed to. No—her eyes were narrowed in calculation. Her Dada, Alejandro Lucas De Rossi, the infamous mafia boss whose very name could freeze men with fear, had bested her again last night. She had tried to sneak into the restricted wing of his study—where she swore he kept secrets more valuable than diamonds—but he had caught her in the act without even looking up from his whiskey. The humiliation of being dragged back to bed under his amused smirk had burned in her chest all night. This morning, she vowed, things would be different. “Rina, why aren’t you finishing

The moment Erin tugged her daughter’s hand through the sliding doors of the public hospital, Alerina wrinkled her nose so dramatically it looked like she had just sniffed poison. “Ugh, Mama, it smells like expired medicine and boiled cabbage in here. Why are we here again? Aren’t you a doctor? Can’t you just… you know… fix people in a cleaner place?” she muttered, pulling her sleeve over her nose. Erin gave her the look—a look sharp enough to silence even mafia underbosses who reported late. “Not everyone is privileged to have private care, Princess. Some people suffer in places like this, and as a future woman of this family, you need to see reality, not just the luxury of our estate.” Reality, Alerina thought, looked an awful lot like flickering fluorescent lights, groaning patients in wheelchairs, and nurses running as if chased by ghosts. She puffed her cheeks but followed along, her patent leather shoes clicking against the scuffed linoleum floor. When her mother stopped to c

The night was cold and rainy. Drops pounded the pavement in a steady beat, making the docks gleam under the faint lighting. Alerina stepped out of the black car, her boots splashing in the tiny puddles. She wore a fitting black jacket and gloves, and her hair was twisted back into a tight braid. She was sixteen now, no longer the tiny, playful girl who nags her uncle or confronts kidnappers. Tonight, her face was calm, serious, and ready.Her father, Alejandro Lucas De Rossi, came out of the car behind her. He carried no umbrella even though the rain fell hard. His men were already in position, guns drawn, scanning every corner of the abandoned warehouse in front of them. Inside were the people who had stolen from the family and sold information to rivals. This raid was a warning, and Alejandro planned to make sure no one ever forgot it.But for Alerina, this night meant something more. It was her trial, the moment she had been waiting for. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, but h