All Chapters of The Mafia Professor’s Cruel Obsession: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

|| Author POV ||“If changing the truth will keep you mine, bunny–” Killian snarled, “Then I’ll gladly change it!”He laughed low to himself before standing up and walked toward the window. He took out a cigarette, lit it and inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself.He exhaled the smoke slowly, then took out his phone and dialed a number. The call went unanswered. He glared at the screen before shoving the phone back into his pocket.His eyes closed in frustration when Rosa’s innocent face flashed in his mind. Then his gaze fell to the garden below. His eyes sharpened.“What the hell is she doing out there!”Killian spat, throwing the cigarette away and stormed out of the room.He walked out of the mansion. The guards bowed as he passed but Killian didn’t even glance their way. His footsteps were silent when he reached the garden. His eyes immediately locked onto the figure laying on the bench in the garden.Killian took graceful steps toward her.Then stood before her, tilting his hea

|| Author POV ||Rosa tiptoed inside the library. It was already afternoon. She had planned to go to the café, so she got ready but before going, she wanted to check something.Even though she believed Killian, her curiosity refused to rest. The silence inside was comforting yet eerie. Every step echoed faintly beneath her light feet.Reaching the tall shelves, Rosa quietly pulled the wooden chair and climbed onto it. Her eyes scanned the upper row until they landed on the book, Oath of Blood.She recognized its heavy golden spine instantly. With a nervous breath, Rosa pulled it out, clutching it tightly before she stepped down.Without wasting another second, she made her way to the table and sat. Her fingers trembled slightly when she opened the book. Page after page, Rosa flipped, desperately searching for that letter.The letter wasn’t in the beginning. It wasn’t in the middle either.Rosalie flipped faster. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this without asking him but still she co

|| Author POV ||Rosa walked out of the washroom while rubbing a towel through her hairs. Her hair was damp and dripping.Her mind was cloudy. She still didn’t understand what had happened last night. Why she suddenly cried in his arms like that. Like a child. Like something inside her cracked open.It felt like the rain had pulled her apart, the sound of it, his silence and the weight of her own heart.Now, with the morning air brushing her skin, shame settled in like a second skin. She can’t even control her emotions. How pathetic.Rosa sat down in front of the mirror while dropping the towel into her lap. Her eyes locked with her reflection.Pale skin. Puffy eyelids. Dull.She blinked once, staring at herself. What are they, really? What kind of relationship is this?If he doesn’t love her, then why did he make her his girlfriend?Why does he touch her like that? What does he feel when he looks at her? He confuses her.Did he keep her out of pity?Because she had nowhere to go?One

|| Author POV ||Night draped the mansion in shadows.Killian returned to his mansion. His face was blank. There had been too much to handle outside but what waited inside was worse.He ascended the stairs slowly. His boots made no sound. He reached her door and twisted the key in the lock. The metal clicked. The door creaked open, revealing silence.His cold eyes landed on the bed first. Empty. His eyebrows drew together. His tall monstrous figure stepped inside her room. His gaze slid to the washroom. The door was half-open.Where did she go?The girl, curled in the narrow space between the tall nightstand and the door, slowly blinked her swollen eyelids open. Her body felt stiff, her head throbbing.She couldn’t tell if she had passed out from exhaustion or simply cried herself into unconsciousness.Then her eyes widened. His heavy footsteps moved deeper into the room, walking past her slumped form. He hadn’t seen her. She turned her head slowly. The door, it was open.‘He’s a murd

|| Author POV ||A tiny figure lay curled up on the large bed, hugging a fluffy teddy bear tightly against her chest.She snored softly, lost in innocent dreams. Her pajama top slightly wrinkled and her cheeks were round and pink from warmth. Soft, silky strands of her short hair clung to her face.Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly blinked her eyes open, still groggy. Her amethyst eyes shone brightly. A sleepy little hand rubbed her lips and she sat up with a soft yawn. Her gaze was dazed and unfocused.Rosalie. She was so tiny. Barely five years old.Her wide, glassy eyes glanced around the dark room. Cold winds entered through the window, touching her toys and furniture gently.Her puffed cheeks scrunched as she called out in a babyish voice, “Momma?”Silence.Little Rosa lowered her gaze to her small legs dangling off the bed. After a moment, she scooted toward the edge. The bed felt too high but she held the edge bravely, then jumped, landing with a soft thud on the floor.Her