All Chapters of SIGHTLESS OBSESSION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Seraphina Vellaro – POV "Can you feel the sun, falconcina?"I nodded, smiling blindly as I turned my face upward. Warmth spread across my skin like velvet. Her hands were in my hair, weaving a braid the way she used to in the garden when she wanted to calm my nerves. Her touch was gentle, rhythmic.The scent of lilacs and sugar filled the air. My mother’s voice drifted like music."You’re so beautiful," she whispered. "Even the stars would envy you if they could see.""I wish I could see you," I said softly.Her hands paused for a moment. Then she leaned forward, her lips brushing my forehead. "But you do, tesoro. You see the truest parts of me. You always have."She kissed my cheek, it felt like a flower petal had rested on my skin. I reached up to hold her—SLAM.The door crashed open, and I jolted awake, heart thundering in my chest.My breath hitched. The dream shattered like stained glass.I heard the familiar heavy boots strike the floorboards. Cold air flooded my room as the

Lucian Moretti – POV The boardroom smelled of cigar smoke and old blood.Mahogany table, Italian leather chairs, glass walls veined with shadows. Twelve men sat around me—advisors, lieutenants, old wolves in tailored suits. My father sat at the head, hands clasped, silver hair slicked back, his expression carved from granite.Don Moretti. The king who never stepped down.And I, his son, his heir, his blade—stood waiting for the next command I didn’t give a fuck to obey.“Sit,” he said finally.I didn’t.He raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. He’d long since stopped expecting obedience from me. Only results.“The Velenti family has extended their offer,” he began, sliding a sealed envelope across the table. “Again.”I didn’t touch it.“They’re loyal Lucian,” he continued. “And Rose is—”“Filth,” I cut in.A murmur rippled through the room. My father’s gaze hardened. “Watch your tone.”“I have,” I said flatly. “And I’ve decided it doesn’t suit lies.”His fingers drummed once against the

Lucian Moretti – POV The vault door sealed with a hiss of pressurized air and the final, definitive thud of titanium bolts. Celeste Vellaro’s journal was now entombed within a chamber designed to withstand artillery fire. It was safe. It was mine. But it was useless without its key. I stood in the silence of my study, the ghost of Gloria’s desperation still clinging to the air. Her story was a sordid little tale of misery, one I’d heard variations of my entire life. Weak men preying on those weaker. But this one… this one had threads that led directly to power. To a legacy my family had once coveted. The intercom on my desk buzzed, a soft, intrusive hum.“Sir,”Matteo’s voice emerged, filtered through the speaker. “The woman is settled. The doctor stitched her up. She’s asking—insisting, really—on when you’ll move for the girl.” I didn’t answer immediately. My gaze was fixed on the rain beginning to streak the bulletproof glass of the window. It painted the world outside in blurre

Lucian Moretti – POV The war room was silent save for the low hum of the holographic display. A blue-print of the Vellaro estate glowed in the air between me, Razo, and Matteo. It was a decaying starfish of a building, all crumbling wings and blocked passages. “Guard rotation is every four hours. Sloppy,” Matteo pointed to three glowing dots near the main gate. “They spend more time smoking than watching the perimeter.” “Danta’s arrogance,” I said, my finger tracing a path along the digital rendering. “He thinks no one would dare. And he thinks she’s worthless.” My finger stopped on the tiny room in the east wing. The one Gloria had described in painful, tear-soaked detail. “This is the target.” Razo grunted, folding his arms. “A single, blind girl. You sure we need a full tactical insertion for this, Lucian? I could walk in the front door and carry her out over my shoulder.” “This isn’t a snatch-and-grab,” I replied, my voice low. “It’s a statement. We’re not thieves in the nigh

Lucian Moretti – POV I watched her on the monitor. The screen built into my desk displayed a live feed of the Rose Room. There were no cameras in the bathroom, a concession to a privacy I rarely afforded anyone, but the sitting area and bedroom were under silent, unobtrusive surveillance. I told myself it was security. A necessary precaution for a volatile asset. The lie was thin, even to me. She was standing by the bedroom window, her back to the room. Her posture was unnervingly still. She wasn’t fumbling or uncertain. Her hands rested on the sill, her head tilted as if she were listening to the dawn chorus outside. The simple white nightdress Appy had provided made her look like a wraith, her ink-black hair a stark slash down her back. She was profiling the estate through sound and scent, learning her new cage with the same terrifying efficiency she’d used to survive the one before. A knock at the study door broke my focus. “Enter.” Matteo stepped in, his expression grim. “Dan