Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia King’s Obsession : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Isabella’s pov “One more shot, Bella,” Camila insisted, her grin impossibly wide. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at my lips. “Fine,” I said, raising the glass. The alcohol burned going down, but the warmth spread through me, mingling with the nervous excitement of tomorrow. My wedding day. “See? That wasn’t so bad,” Camila teased, clinking her glass against mine. “Now, take another. You’ll thank me later.” I obeyed, the room spinning slightly, with faint laughter buzzing around me. Emily was perched on the sofa, shaking her head but smiling fondly. “Why did you get so much drunk, Bella? Well, i’m sleepy.” She said while standing up. “See you tomorrow, okay?” I barely registered her words. The warmth inside me had begun to twist into something more… urgent and distracting. I was horny. My body was reacting in ways that made my cheeks burn. “I… I can’t… stand,” I murmured, swaying on my heels. My legs felt like jelly. Camila caught me effortlessly

Isabella’s pov The words hit me like a hammer, shattering my chest into a thousand jagged pieces. I froze, unable to breathe. My legs and hand felt weak and numb. He was standing there, calm in his resolve, cold in a way that made my heart ache more than the physical pain of seeing him turn away. “No, Sebastian… please. You’re… you can’t just—” I tried to reach for him, but he didn’t flinch. Sebastian moved toward the corner of the room where his luggage sat waiting. My heart plummeted. That suitcase, sleek and dark, now… it would carry Sebastian out of my life. Camila stepped forward, her voice shaking as she tried to intervene. “Sebastian, wait! Please! She didn’t know what she was doing. You can’t just end this now. We can fix this—maybe nothing happened in the room…maybe you were just overthinking.” I clutched her arm, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Camila… tell him! Please! You know me! You know I would never hurt him. The love i have for him wouldn’t let me do that!” Seb

Isabella’s pov Camilla had barely parked my bag in our apartment before she turned to me, her eyes soft but heavy with concern.“Bella… I’m sorry, dear. I think you should rest,” she said, voice gentle. “Stop thinking about all this. If he’s meant for you, he’ll come back. You guys… you’ll reconcile. Just… rest, okay?”I nodded numbly, the words barely registering. She was right, of course. Maybe he would come back. But right now… my chest felt like it had been hollowed out, leaving a raw, aching emptiness. I didn’t even have the energy to argue.Camilla gave me a quick, awkward hug, ruffling my hair like she used to when we were kids. “Promise me you’ll try to rest. And Bella… don’t blame yourself too much, okay?”I tried to nod again, but the lump in my throat made it impossible. She gave me a final pat on the shoulder, smiled weakly, and left. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me in silence.I sank down onto the sofa, pressing my face into my hands. Every inch of my body w

“The doctor said you’re clear to go home,” Emily said softly from the chair beside my bed. She’d barely left my side since I’d been admitted.I nodded, slowly sitting up. My body felt heavy, like I was moving through water.The ride home was silent. Emily kept glancing at me from the driver’s seat, her worry evident in the tight line of her mouth. When we finally pulled into our driveway, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me.Our house—the one we’d shared since our parents died five years ago—felt too quiet as we stepped inside. Emily helped me to the couch, draping a blanket over my legs even though it wasn’t cold.“I’ll make some tea,” she said, heading to the kitchen.I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, staring at nothing. The living room looked the same as it had a week ago, but everything felt different. Like I was viewing my life through someone else’s eyes.Emily returned with two steaming mugs, settling beside me on the couch. We sat in silence for a moment, the on

Sebastian's POVI stormed out of my apartment building, my hands shaking with rage. The nerve of her. The absolute audacity to show up at my door with that pathetic story about a miscarriage.Did she really think I was that stupid? That gullible?My jaw clenched as I replayed the scene in my mind. Isabella standing there with those red-rimmed eyes, crying like she was the victim in all this. Like she hadn’t destroyed everything we’d built together.A baby. She’d actually tried to use a fake pregnancy to manipulate me.I pulled out my phone as I walked, my fingers finding Camila’s contact before I’d even consciously decided to call her. She answered on the second ring.“Sebastian?” Her voice was soft, concerned. “Are you okay?”“She came here.” The words came out harsh, bitter. “Isabella showed up at my apartment.”“What? When?”“Just now. She’s probably still sitting outside my door for all I know.” I reached my car and yanked the door open. “I need to see you. Can I come over?”“Of c