THE DEVIL'S OBSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Dante Moretti is a mafia lord..He wasn't just dangerous.He was beyond dangerous.People worshipped him.Feared him.Bowed to him.Even in his absence, no one dared to whisper against him.As they got downstairs, she couldn't help but look around the mansion.It was breathtaking!.It was a masterpiece of brutal luxury — towering ceilings, black marble floors that gleamed like obsidian, and walls lined with dark, oil-painted portraits that seemed to follow her every move. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceilings like frozen stars, casting fractured light across velvet drapes and gold-trimmed furniture. Every step she took echoed in the vast, cold grandeur, as if the house itself were alive, breathing, watching her.She sighted him seated with a cigarette in between his fingers as usual. She scoffed...Is there a day that passes by that he doesn't smoke?He was dressed in black trousers and a white singlet, showing his inked chest… His hair was rough but neat at the same time.S

"I warned you not to fucking touch her," he screamed, his eyes turning red as he pushed the older woman back.Everywhere became still, everyone shifting back in fear... The maids rushed downstairs, leaving the 4 people alone."What the heck, Dante!" Mrs Moretti scoffed in disbelief, but Dante’s expression didn't change, and neither did he apologise for his actions.He was so angry that his control was so damn little.He was too ruined to apologise; he was too crazy to give a damn about the words he said.Just then the door opened, revealing Dante’s friends, and Alessia hid behind his back, trying to shade herself from the curious and hateful stares glared her way."Mrs Moretti," Matteo called in surprise, and then his gaze turned to look at Alessia, whose hands were now wrapped around Dante’s waist, shivering.She was scared... Not for anything but because everyone here was angry with her and might do something to her."She doesn't deserve your protection... she doesn’t belong here...

Alessia was shocked by what she saw, she couldn't believe her eyes.The room was cold, but the sight before her turned her blood to ice. This wasn’t just terrifying—it was monstrous. Damon lay sprawled across the tiled floor, blood soaking through his white shirt, spreading like ink in water. The metallic odour grabbed at her nostrils, harsh and overpowering. Her heart pounded deeply against her ribs, like it wanted to leave her body."Dante..." she muttered, her voice barely a breath and shaking with fear. She got to her knees and crawled over the chilly floor towards him, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she reached for him. Her fingers brushed his cheek, still warm but pale, and something inside her cracked.Tears began to slip from her eyes—slow, silent, and heavy. She hovered over him, her chest heaving, her mind screaming.Please... don’t die on me.But across the room stood the devil himself.DANTE.Unbothered. Cold. Detached.He didn’t look at her. He didn’t even look at

Author’s POV- flashback The first time Dante saw Alessia, he realised there was no escaping. She had already stepped into the devil’s game—and he played to win.Every moment they had spent that night lingered in his mind like a haunting. But it was that night—that sealed their fate.He remembered that he was leaning against the wall like he owned the shadows. A cigarette burned between his fingers, untouched, as a swarm of girls laughed too loudly beside him, trying—failing—to capture his attention. He didn’t even look at them. He just smirked. Like he was waiting for something more interesting. Something… innocent. And then she walked inHe noticed her before she even stepped fully into the light. The club made her nervous, and noise overwhelmed her. But she refused to leave—a girl in a simple dress that didn’t belong among sequins and glitter. Where everyone else sparkled too loudly, she glowed quietly, like a candle in a storm.Alessia's POVHis gaze met hers across the room, an

★★★★Alessia rushed to the hospital and came across Doctor Albert, who was just coming out of a ward."Miss Alessia?" he called, his tone heavy as Alessia approached him. "How is he? Did you get the oxygen on him?" She asked panicky "I don't know, Alessia. I got a call from your fiancé’s family telling me not to care for him anymore, so I did..."Well, you should have called me first," She yelled, breathing heavily, tears already flowing down from her eyes.Albert sighed. "They didn't even give me any chance. I am sorry, Alessia." Alessia sniffed, diving her hand through her hair. She was tired. Everything happening to her lately was just too much."How much for a day of oxygen?" She asked, her tone shaky."1 million dollars" Her eyes widened in shock. "What?" She found herself shuddering, not believing her ear.Some people might say, 'Why is she surprised?' . Doesn't she have money since she was born into a rich family? But then it's far from the worstEverything! Every penny