บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Professor’s Cruel Obsession: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

|| Author Pov ||Rosalie’s eyes blinked open. Her head was pounding and vision swimming in and out of focus. Slowly, the haze lifted. The memory of what had happened crashed back, making her eyes widen in panic.She tried to move but froze.Her lips were sealed with tape. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back and ankles tied with rough rope. A shuddering breath escaped her nose and fear clawed through her chest.The room around her was suffocating. Four old, cracked walls. The white paint was peeling away in jagged strips. Dust hung heavy in the air. Her back was pressed against the cold wall.A sick realization struck her like ice. She had been kidnapped. And she knew, it wasn’t Killian. That certainty chilled her even more.Then who?Rosa squirmed but the rope only dug deeper, scraping her skin. A helpless whimper escaped her throat, muffled under the tape.Her eyes shot toward the door at the sound of faint voices outside. The handle turned and the door creaked open. A few m

|| Author Pov ||Rosa sobbed like a child as the nurses rushed Killian’s unconscious body into the operation theater. Her trembling legs hurried to the doctor and clutched desperately at his sleeve.“Doctor, please save him! Don’t let anything happen to him. I’m begging you.” she pleaded desperately. Her eyes were swollen with tears.The doctor’s worried gaze met her tearful one. He was hesitant. “Ma’am, we’ll do everything we can. His life is our responsibility now.”Chris approached after speaking with one of their men. The doctor turned to him with a grave look. “King’s condition is critical. We need to proceed with surgery immediately.”Chris gave a firm nod. Then his gaze shifted to the girl sobbing beside him. He nodded again to the doctor. “Do what you must. Save him at any cost.”The doctor walked away after nodding, and Rosa blindly stumbled after him while sobbing but Chris stepped in front of her.“You can’t go in there.”Rosa pointed toward the closed door. Tears spilled d

|| Author Pov ||Four days passed in silence. A week since then.Rosa lifted her head. Her eyes wandered over the rows of bookshelves like a curious wanderer. She remembered the last time she had been here–how she had thrown the books in frustration and now everything was neatly back in place.Rosa padded toward a shelf, studying the titles with a distant attention. In this quiet mansion, she didn’t know what else to do.Her fingers traced the booklines and finally selected a book. She carried it to the table, opened it, yet moments later she wasn’t reading at all. Her head sank onto the pages and cheeks rested against the paper while her thoughts spiraled once again.Her fingers fumbled with the corner of the pages as she gazed out of the grand oval window. Sunlight was streaming in and warming her face. She stayed there for a long time.Finally, she rose up and placed the book back on the shelf. That’s when her bare feet brushed against something soft.Glancing down, her eyes widene

|| Author Pov ||The room glowed with a soft light in the night. Killian’s figure emerged from the washroom. His shirt clung to his wet sculpted frame, but his eyes were hollow. They lifelessly moved like those of a corpse.Those sleepless, bloodshot eyes drifted aimlessly across the room–the nightstand, the mirror, the door, the empty bed, everywhere. Only emptiness greeted him.A cool drained breath slipped past his lips.After Killian didn’t know how long he had been standing there, a sharp throb split his temple making him shut his eyes. Days without sleep had taken their toll. He had long forgotten how many nights–perhaps since she left.Finally, he moved through the emptiness. He reached the small stand beside the door and opened its tiny drawer. His fingers searched over its contents with slow movements.His breath came in ragged bursts and he grasped the small bottle of pills.Killian tipped the bottle, spilling the pills into his palm and shoved them into his mouth without wa

|| Author Pov ||In the grimy room, the sound of metal screeching against concrete split the silence. The hollow-hearted man walked forward quietly. The long sword scraped the floor as he approached the three men kneeling, bound with ropes.They trembled before him. One dared to speak. His voice quivered, “King, please let us go. We’ve done nothing. We have no enmity with you, my lord, please, th-there are some misunderstandings.”Killian tilted his head slightly. His eyes were blank and emotionless. To him, they were nothing more than rats. The sword lifted, drawing sharp gasps from the men.“You touched her.” Killian’s voice was quiet. Too quiet.The men exchanged panicked glances. “W-who, my lord? We’re just mere gangsters–”Their leader froze when the cold blade grazed his neck. Killian’s eyes held no rage, no flicker of emotion, only an eerie stillness. That emptiness was far more terrifying than fury.“Remember,” Killian muttered. The sword shifted just enough to draw blood. The