Sold to the Enemy: The Don Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

THE REVELATION~ALESSANDRO'S POV~THE DOT ON THE SCREEN STOPPED MOVING.I stared at the phone in my hand, willing the tiny, blinking light to keep going, to give me a direction other than the dead end of a shitty industrial park."She stopped," I said. My voice sounded wrecked, like I had spent the last hour swallowing rock. "Luca, she stopped."Luca didn't look away from the road, his knuckles white on the steering wheel of the SUV. We were doing ninety in a forty zone, the rain lashing against the windshield so hard the wipers couldn't keep up with the mess. Behind us, three other SUVs filled with my men were trying to keep pace with the madness."I see it, Boss," Luca said, his voice tight. "We're two minutes out. Maybe she's waiting.""Waiting?" I let out a harsh, dry laugh that hurt my chest. "She isn't waiting, Luca. She's running. She's running from the monster she thinks I am."I looked down at my hand. I was still squeezing the velvet box I had picked up off the closet floor

A DITCH AT THE END OF THE WORLD~ALESSANDRO'S POV~The screen turned black, but I couldn't stop seeing Giselle's face. She looked so empty, like the truth I had been trying to ignore for eleven years was all over her.I sat on the edge of the bed in that rotting, salt-stained house, the burner phone feeling like a lead weight in my hand, and for a second, the only thing I could hear was the desperate, shitty beat of my own heart trying to beat its way out of my broken ribs."Boss? We need to move before the air in here turns into a permanent memory, because the perimeter is clear but they're long gone, and we're wasting time standing in a graveyard," Luca said, his voice coming from the doorway, cautious and low, like he was afraid that if he spoke too loudly, I would finally snap and turn the gun on myself."She called me a monster, Luca," I whispered, the words leaking out of me like blood from an open wound, and the worst part wasn't that she said it, but that for the first time i

THE WRONG SIDE OF THE CAGE~GISELLE'S POV~The quiet in the old Castellano house wasn't the nice, fancy kind I knew at Alessandro's. It was the kind of quiet that felt like it was waiting for something scary to happen, like a floorboard creaking or someone screaming.I looked in the mirror in my old room. It was the same room where I used to dream of a different life, away from all the bad stuff. But the person looking back at me felt like a stranger.I looked really pale and my hair was a mess. I tried to rub my cheeks to look better, but I still looked like a ghost.The door opened, and I knew it was him by his strong cologne."You're awake," Marcus said, his voice sounding so soft and gentle that it actually made the hair on my arms stand up. "I brought you some tea. Peppermint. I remembered it's the only thing that helps with your nausea."I watched him in the mirror as he walked toward me, looking like the perfect savior in his tailored grey suit, but there was something in the

THE DEVIL'S WIFE~GISELLE'S POV~"Get your shitty hands off me!" I screamed, pushing my palms hard against his chest with every ounce of strength I had left in my five-foot-three frame.Marcus tripped back, looking more shocked than injured. At the same time, the big wooden door slammed shut. The noise hit my ears like a punch.The lock turned with a loud click. It was the normal sound for me, being a professional hostage. I stood there, trying to breathe air that smelled like dirt and felt like failure."Calm down, Giselle," he said, acting like we were just having a little fuss over dinner instead of a kidnapping. He smoothed the lapels of his grey suit, looking perfectly polished and completely insane. "You're acting hysterical. It's bad for the baby.""Don't you dare talk about my baby," I spat, scrambling backward until my shoulders hit the freezing wall. My heart was beating a agitated, shitty beat against my ribs, and I had to clench my hands into fists to keep them from sh

THE GHOST IN THE ROOM~ALESSANDRO'S POV~The shirt was really rough and scratchy, making it hard to put on. My teeth were clenched so tight I thought they would break.Trying to move hurt like crazy, with sharp pains in my side. I could feel the stitches inside, the ones Dr. Aris had spent three hours obsessing over was starting to hurt against my skin. My side was getting wet with blood, soaking the new bandage.I looked like a piece of meat that had been left out in the rain to rot. And the worst part was not even the shattered ribs or the whistling sound my lung made every time I tried to take a breath that didn't taste like blood; it was the fact that I was currently being watched by the two people in this world I hated most."You're shaking, Alessandro," My father commented, his voice as dry and heartless as a desert wind. He was at the window, hitting his cane on the floor. It made a noisy, bothersome sound that matched the ache in my head."A king shouldn't tremble in front