Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

HER INNOCENCE~ALESSANDRO'S POV~I did not give a damn about the movie.The TV was blinking, making blue and orange shadows in the dark room, showing a thriller drama that Giselle chose. I honestly couldn't tell you the name. I was only focused on the weight on my right side.Giselle was snuggled against me, her head resting heavy on my shoulder, her legs tucked beneath her on the sofa. For the last hour, I had been stiff, terrified that if I moved, I would break the peace we had finally found. After the blood, the fear, the near-death misses of the last twenty-four hours, this felt like a hallucination. A calm before a storm I knew was brewing, but for tonight, I kept the storm outside the walls of my estate."Are you even watching?" she murmured, her voice vibrating against my chest."Every second," I lied smoothly.She chuckled, the low, throaty sound going straight to my groin. "You're a terrible liar, Alessandro."I moved a bit, letting my arm rest on her and pulling her close

THE TRAP IS SET~ALESSANDRO'S POV~The drive to the docks was honestly a blur. My mind was just looping back to the restaurant with Elena and then back to my bedroom where I left Giselle sleeping.Giselle.Just saying her name in my head literally calmed me down. She was so soft and perfect, like a literal angel that accidentally ended up in my messy, dark world. And yeah, she was mine. I had claimed her in every way possible, and I knew that meant everyone would try to use her to get to me.I pulled my SUV up to Warehouse 4. It was this gross, rusty old building that smelled like salt and death. I turned off the engine and just sat there for a second. The quietness was loud, if that makes sense.I saw a silver Jaguar parked nearby. Marcus. Of course, he had a flashy car. I got out, the cold air hitting my face. I fixed my sleeves and made sure my gun was tucked away. I wasn't going to use it... yet.I pushed open the door and walked in.Marcus was standing right under a single li

MIDNIGHT CHOICESGISELLE'S POVI stood there with my back against the bathroom door, literally gasping for air. My heart was beating so hard I thought it might actually break through my ribs.'Your piece of shit husband is trying to kill me.'Those words on the screen were like a nightmare come to life. Marcus, my brother—the only person I had left from my old life—was begging me for help.My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the cheap plastic phone. I gripped it until my knuckles went white."Breathe," I whispered to myself. My voice sounded so thin and pathetic. "Just breathe, Giselle."I stumbled over to the sink. The girl in the mirror looked like a ghost. I was totally ashen, and the dark circles under my eyes looked like literal bruises. The berry-colored lipstick Alessandro had picked for me looked so wrong against my pale skin. I looked like a liar. I looked guilty.I turned on the water and splashed my face with ice-cold water, trying to ground myself. I grabbed a

PROPERTY OF A MONSTER~GISELLE~The sound of the child locks clicking was not just a noise. It felt like something terrible was happening.I tried to grab the handle, my fingers desperately reaching for the cold plastic. "Marcus, unlock the door. You said the airfield. You said we were five minutes from freedom."My brother did not look at me. He looked like a man who had sold his soul to the devil and was waiting for the check to clear. His hands were super tight on the steering wheel, and he stared at the road really hard without blinking. "Freedom is just a made-up story, Gigi," he said, his voice rough and harsh. "The airfield is where Alessandro expects us to go. It's where he will have his hitmen waiting to turn us into Swiss cheese. We're going to the old estate. It's forgotten. It's safe.""The old estate?" My stomach did a slow, sickening roll. "That place is a tomb, Marcus. You are not saving me—you are burying me.""I am doing what I have to do!" he snapped, slamming his

THE DEVIL'S HEIR~GISELLE'S POV~I woke up to the smell of coffee.Usually, that's my favorite smell in the world—it means morning, caffeine, and actually being able to function. But today? It smelled like burnt rubber and trash.I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow, groaning as the whole room started to sway. The heavy curtains were closed, but a tiny bit of light was peeking through. It must have been morning."You're awake."I froze. I hadn't even heard him.I pushed myself up on my elbows, blinking. Alessandro was sitting in that same chair by the window, but he had changed. He was in a fresh, charcoal-gray suit with a tie that looked like liquid silver. He was reading some files and wearing reading glasses—a small detail that felt so weirdly "normal" for a guy who was literally keeping me prisoner.He didn't even look up. "Drink the tea. The doctor said coffee might mess with your stomach."He pointed to the nightstand. A cup of peppermint tea was steaming there, rig