All Chapters of Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THE OBSESSION ~ALESSANDRO POV~ I have been watching her for eleven years. Sounds crazy when you say it out loud. Like something a serial killer would admit in a police interrogation. But I'm not a serial killer. I am worse. She's over by the champagne fountain right now—red dress that clings to curves she didn't have at twelve. Hair pulled back so tight it has to hurt. She keeps touching her throat. Nervous habit. She does it when she's uncomfortable. I know all her habits. I know she drinks her coffee black with two sugars. I know she studies at the library every Tuesday and Thursday from 3 to 6. I know she sleeps on her left side. I know she has nightmares about her father. I know because I am the reason she has them. She doesn't recognize me from the charity gala six months ago. Good. I wasn't ready then. Now I am. The bastard next to her says something. She laughs. It's fake. Her real laugh is different. Louder. Messy. I heard it once when she was with her friends

THE WEDDING ~GISELLE POV~ Three days went faster than I thought they would. Isn't that weird? You would think the days leading up to your forced marriage to a literal psychopath would drag. Like time would slow down and give you a chance to figure out an escape plan. Nope. I blinked and it was Thursday. Blinked again and suddenly I was staring at a wedding dress hanging on my closet door. White, obviously, because Alessandro Romano is apparently traditional when it comes to the woman he bought like a fucking timeshare. The dress came in a black box with no note, no card. Just this gorgeous, expensive, suffocating piece of fabric that fit me so perfectly it made me want to throw up. He knew my measurements. Down to the inch. I had spent the last three days looking for exits. Literally and metaphorically. I tried calling Vincent, but his number was disconnected. I tried leaving the house. There were suddenly guards at every door. "For your protection, Miss Castellano." I e

MORNING AFTER ~GISELLE POV~ I woke up alone. For a second I didn't know where I was. The bed was too big. The sheets were too soft. Everything smelled like sandalwood and money. Then it all came rushing back, wedding, explosion. Alessandro and the locked room. I sat up so fast my head spun. The couch across the room was empty. The blanket was folded neatly like no one had ever used it. The bathroom door was open and dark. He was gone. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. 9:47 AM. I had slept for almost twelve hours. My body had basically shut down from exhaustion and trauma and said “nope, we're done, going offline.” I got out of bed. My legs were shaky. I was still wearing the black silk nightgown from last night. It had ridden up in my sleep and was basically just a shirt now. I walked to the door. The one he had locked last night. I tried the handle and it turned and unlocked. I stood there for a second just staring at it. Was this a test? Was he waiting on

THE RULES ~GISELLE POV~ Alessandro stopped locking the door after the funeral. I woke up one morning and tested the handle like I'd been doing for a week. It turned. I stood there for a full minute just staring at it, waiting for it to click back into place. It didn't. So I opened it. Stuck my head out into the hallway. No guards. No Alessandro waiting to drag me back inside. Just... freedom. Well. "Freedom." I was still in his house. Still wearing his ring that I couldn't take off. Still being watched by cameras I could see and probably a dozen more I couldn't. But at least I could leave the bedroom. Progress, I guess. I wandered downstairs. Found Martha in the kitchen making breakfast like always. She looked up when I came in. "Good morning, Mrs. Romano. Would you like eggs?" "Just coffee," I said. Then because I was feeling brave: "And my name is Giselle. Not Mrs. Romano." She smiled. It didn't reach her eyes. "Of course, Mrs. Romano." I gave up. Alessand

THE EX FIANCEE ~GISELLE POV~ I was in the library reading when I heard the gate buzzer. Not unusual. Guards came and went. Deliveries happened. But then I heard voices downstairs. A woman's voice. High and sharp and demanding. I put down my book and went to investigate. A woman stood in the foyer. And not just any woman. She was gorgeous. Like movie star gorgeous. Long dark hair that probably cost a thousand dollars to maintain. Designer dress that hugged curves in all the right places. Heels that could double as weapons. She was talking to Martha. Or more accurately, talking at Martha. "Tell Alessandro I'm here. Now." Martha looked uncomfortable. "Miss Russo, the Boss didn't mention you were coming." "I don't need to announce myself, Martha. I practically lived here for three years." That's when she saw me standing on the stairs. She looked me up and down. Took in my leggings and oversized sweater and messy bun. "Oh," she said. Her smile was sharp. "You must be the