Alle Kapitel von The Mafia Professor’s Cruel Obsession: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

|| Author POV || Kevin stepped into the mansion with heavy strides. His eyes were dull. His instinct told him his mother was in the hall but he didn’t care. “Kevin?!” Carolina’s voice rang sharply while she approached her son. “Where the hell have you been all night? Do you not even feel the need to inform your mother?” she snapped, arms crossed tightly. Kevin stopped mid-step, turning his face to her with a fiery gaze. He tried walking past her wordlessly. “Don’t tell me you went to find her again. It’s been months!” Kevin froze. A short, bitter laugh left his lips before he turned to face her fully. “Yes! I went to find her! So what?” he snarled through gritted teeth. “Are you that heartless, Mom?” His voice cracked slightly. “Did you not even once wonder where she might be?” Carolina stood frozen. “I looked for her everywhere!” he staggered into the living room. “Mom. I couldn’t find her. I don’t know where she is!” his eyes were wild with guilt and despair. “How could you d

|| Author POV ||Rosalie’s breath deepened when her fingers brushed against a bundle of keys. The moment she pulled them out, her dried tears gave way to a silent hope.She held her breath and tried one key. It didn’t fit. Panic swelled in her chest. Rosa tried another. Nothing. Her fingers shook uncontrollably as she fumbled through them. One, two, three...five tries and still the door stayed shut.Her heart pounded wildly. Rosa wanted to cry again. Even if she loved him, she couldn’t stay here. She had to leave, anywhere, just away from him.‘God, please open it.’ Rosa prayed inside, slipping another key.“Looking for this, rabbit?”Rosa’s entire body froze at the sound of that deep, mocking voice behind her.Her hands hung suspended in the air and she slowly, fearfully turned her head to meet the devil’s blue eyes.Killian was leaning against the headboard, bare-chested, staring at her with a calm demeanor. Rosa’s eyes followed his hand. The single key was glinting between his lon

|| Author POV ||“Then I’ll have to do it my way.” Killian murmured darkly.Rosa’s teary eyes widened the moment she felt him shift. Panic surged through her.“I-I’m s-sorry.” she stammered and quickly turned back to the food. She was desperate to stop him from getting rough.Rosa’s fingers tightened around the spoon. With a shaky hand, she scooped up the smoothie and shoved it into her mouth.Rosa shivered when Killian’s finger traced slowly over her clothed skin. Her grip on the spoon tightened and she bit her lip, forcing herself to swallow the thick liquid down her throat.Rosa forced down a few spoonfuls, each one heavier than the last. The guilt was clawing at her, eating in the house of a criminal, sitting on his lap like this?Her stomach twisted.Then a sudden thought struck her.Rosa sniffled tremblingly. “M-Max’s hands were b-broken–”She took a shaky breath while lowering her eyes in fear “Was it y-you who did that?”Silence fell heavy around them until she heard a low hum

|| Author POV ||After Killian left, Rosalie collapsed onto the couch, curling into herself like a broken thing.Tears spilled uncontrollably, shaking from fear and pain, both unbearable. Her heart felt so weak and fragile, trapped in a little cage too tight to breathe.His threats echoed in her mind. It paralyzed her. She was terrified, terrified to even try escaping, terrified of what he was capable of. It felt like he held her life in his hands, ready to crush her at any moment.Because he didn’t want her love, he wanted her body. He’ll not hesitate to kill her. He’s heartless.But again—a fragile hope told her he wouldn’t kill her. Maybe she was foolish to think that.But after what felt like an eternity, Rosa forced herself to wipe the tears from her face with the back of her hands. Her breath came fast and shallow.She couldn’t stay here under the same roof as a man who betrayed her, lied, killed. She wouldn’t survive this. He was cruel, twisted. If she stayed, fear would kill h

|| Author POV || Rosa’s eyelids fluttered weakly. The throb in her palm echoed deep within her chest. Slowly, fragments of the past hours pieced themselves together, the sharp pain, the desperate escape attempt, the harsh reality and the sting of betrayal. The warm afternoon light spilled softly into the room, casting long shadows across the walls. Rosa lifted her injured hand hesitantly, fingers trembling as they hovered just above her face. Her palm was bandaged, only her fingers were free. He treated it. A sharp sting shot through her when she tried to curl her fingers into a fist and gasped softly, biting her lip to hold back tears. Why had her life twisted into this dark, suffocating nightmare? Why was she trapped, not just in this mansion but inside a cage made of pain, fear, and broken promises? Broken promises? Rosa’s thoughts spun wildly. Her fragile mind struggled to grasp the cruel new reality she was forced to endure. Rosa sat up weakly, her bandaged hand cradled