All Chapters of The Mafia King Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I am Damon Mondragon. I was fourteen when I learned that the world doesn’t care how old you are when it decides to take everything from you. It happened fast. “Too fast for a boy to understand. Never too fast to remember.” One moment, I still had a mother, warm hands, a soft voice, the only person who made home feel like more than just a place. The next… I had nothing. Only silence. And blood that wasn’t mine staining a life I didn’t know how to continue. They said it was an accident. That was the word they used. Accident. As if her death could ever be reduced to something careless… something meaningless. But I remember everything too clearly for that lie to ever make sense. And I remember the man who walked away from it. Smiling. That was the moment something in me broke. After that, I stopped being a child. I studied harder than anyone in my class, not for success but for strength. Knowledge became my first weapon. Discipline became my survival. Grief doesn’t make y

Months passed in a blur. Some days disappeared quietly. Others left bruises. But every single one of them mattered. Because somewhere between exhaustion, frustration, and relentless repetition… Alessandra changed. And so did I. The Batangas villa became more than a place to hide. It became a training ground. A fortress. A world isolated from everything outside its gates. At first, Aly hated every second of it. She complained constantly. About the early mornings. About the bruises. About the endless drills. About me. "Damon, I swear, normal husbands don’t wake their wives up at five in the morning just to throw them onto a mat," she complained one rainy morning while glaring at me over breakfast. I calmly continued reading the documents in my hand. "Correction," I answered without looking up, "I don’t throw you. You fall because your balance is still weak." Her jaw dropped. "Excuse me?" "If you’re offended," I said evenly, finally lifting my gaze toward her, "improv

Alyssandra POV Hindi ko alam kung bakit bigla akong kinabahan nang dalhin ako ni Damon sa west wing ng villa. Tahimik ang bahaging iyon ng bahay. Mas tahimik kaysa sa ibang parte ng villa. Parang bihirang daanan. Ang mga dingding ay kulay matte black, malinis at minimal ang disenyo, habang ang mahihinang ilaw sa gilid ng sahig ay nagbibigay ng malamlam na liwanag sa buong hallway. Habang naglalakad kami, hindi ko maiwasang mapatingin sa likod niya. Kalma lang ang lakad niya. Sigurado. Parang alam na alam niya kung saan niya ako dadalhin. At iyon mismo ang lalong nagpalakas ng kaba sa dibdib ko. “Damon,” tawag ko. Hindi siya lumingon. “Hmm?” “Saan tayo pupunta?” “Makikita mo.” Napakunot-noo ako. Iyon lang? Wala nang dagdag na paliwanag? Bahagya akong napasimangot habang patuloy siyang sinusundan. Nang huminto siya sa dulo ng hallway, tuluyan akong natigilan. Sa harap namin ay isang makinis na itim na pader. Walang pinto. Walang hawakan. Wa

Damon POv I continued stroking her body using the vibrator starting from her breasts downward until it reached the middle of her thighs Moments later, I poking her center using the vibrator and to make that part more exciting, I turned on the power, and then I moved aside the delicate fabric of her underwear, then I teased her clit repeatedly “Oh my God…” Damon “Ahh…” don't stop.." She keeps moaning loudly while I am doing that “After a while, I saw her body trembled, and after a few moments, I knew she was about to reach the climax of those moments, so I waited for it. And when I saw it, I immediately bowed in front of her, and then I sucked it. After I drained all her juice, I pulled her down onto the bed, then turned her back and told her to bend over. “Then I told her to bend over the spread of her legs She quickly followed what I said. When I saw her in that position, I slowly aimed my cock that I had fitted with a ring on it earlier. “When I made sure that my c

Manila did not welcome them. It tested them. The convoy moved through the arterial highway like a shadow cutting through neon light. At first glance, everything looked normal traffic, noise, the usual chaos of the city pretending nothing dangerous ever existed beneath it. But he knew better. The silence between signals was wrong. Too coordinated. Too prepared. His gaze sharpened slightly. “They’re waiting,” he said calmly through the comm. From the lead vehicle, one of his men responded immediately. “We’ve got movement on three sectors, Boss.” That confirmed it. Not random attackers. A coordinated blockade. A full-scale ambush. He leaned back slightly in the armored vehicle. “So they want a welcome party,” he muttered. Beside him, his wife sitting calmly Dressed in a black body-fit tactical top, reinforced for movement, paired with black overall garterized combat jeans that hugged her form without restricting agility. Her boots were silent, built for impact and speed