All Chapters of The Don's Reluctant Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Solenne"Show us what you've got, Vincent! " I shouted at my incredibly attractive boyfriend who was about to show more skin. He decided to crash my friend's bridal shower, and now he's facing the consequences. However, the cheeky grin on his face suggests he's getting a kick out of this. My hazel eyes darkened as I bit my lip. Wow! He is incredibly hot and undeniably mine. Vincent stands nearly six feet tall, with a body packed with muscles. He's not overly bulky, but definitely fit, sporting a nice six-pack. With a swift motion, he tore his shirt off and tossed it in the air. "Is this what you like, baby? " he teased, continuing his Magic Mike routine alongside three other "cops" who were also stripping. "Hmm, you could use some oil, baby. " I tossed him a small bottle shaped like a penis, and he chuckled. "Seriously? " His eyes sparkled with amusement at the bottle's shape. Then his gaze locked onto mine, and it felt like everyone else vanished from the room. That was how it wa

Solenne"Don't be modest now, babe; we both know you are a wild one." He teased, making me smack his chest."What is wrong with you?" I laughed with an even deeper blush. I can't believe he just said that.Our sex life was definitely more than I had ever experienced with anyone else before. He was gentle but dominating, and he had no shame in devouring every part of me. Vincent definitely woke up a part of me that I didn't know existed.He was never rough or called me anything but sweet pet names, though. My mind sometimes wandered into being a little more submissive or role-playing in some crazy fantasy. I mostly blamed porn for that. It was not realistic, yet it made me curious.Franco nodded to a man next to Vincent, then left. My eyes drifted back to Vincent, then moved slowly to the large presence in the room. Why was this man so scary-looking, and why was I afraid of him?"This is my cousin, Caelum. We have a meeting soon, so I hope it's okay if he joins us for dinner." Vincent

SolenneI couldn't pinpoint the exact time, but I realized it had nearly been a full day. Not a single soul had come to check on me. I hardly moved, and the churning in my stomach made it impossible to think about the hunger I felt. All I could do was hope that I wouldn't be passed around like a toy among these men tonight. The stillness around me was driving me up the wall. I could hear the faintest sound of a pin falling. I wished none of those men would return, but I also didn't want to remain down here indefinitely. Then it began. A few gunshots rang out, followed by screams. I lost track of how long it lasted until the basement door burst open. Though I could still hear the commotion above, my focus was locked on Vincent. He was stained with blood, swearing as he laid eyes on me. He was talking to me, but I couldn't absorb anything. Why was he here? Was he looking for me? How did he discover my whereabouts? "Baby, are you okay? " he asked, his hand gently cradling my face. I n

Caelum "Get her up now! " I commanded, filled with nothing but intense anger towards her. She was curled up, covered in blood and wearing a torn red dress. A coward who stayed hidden while my family faced death to save herself. My thoughts drifted to Vincent's last words. "I know I messed up. Promise that you will keep her safe. I need to know she'll be alright. Promise me, brother! " He clutched my shirt, blood escaping his mouth with a harsh cough. My dear cousin, who I had raised like a brother, was dying in my arms, and all he cared about was that woman who shattered our family. "Vincent, don't think about her. She's the reason we're in this mess. Save your strength and hang on for me. " I pressed my forehead against his, fighting the urge to cry. I wasn't one to shed tears, but witnessing the only person who mattered to me slip away was tearing me apart. "This isn't her doing. Even if it were, she's still worth it. Promise me, Caelum! " He insisted. This kid was going to make

Solenne I felt immense fear when Caelum located me, followed by relief at my rescue, but then a different kind of dread washed over me when he indicated I would face consequences for the deaths that had occurred. Who had died and why did he believe I was responsible? I had no connection to these men or awareness of their actions. For three days, I was confined in a bedroom while a man stood inside, staring at me with unwavering attention. He didn't speak, but his gaze was fixed on me the entire time. From time to time, I caught a glimpse of Franco standing near my door whenever a maid delivered my meals, yet like the guard watching me, he completely ignored my presence. After three sunsets and three sunrises, I finally made the choice to take a shower. Most of my time was spent lying in bed, feeling helpless and covered in grime and blood. I couldn't comprehend why it hadn't occurred to me to shower sooner, but it simply didn't. I presumed I was still in shock, and now I simply fel