Todos los capítulos de THE DON'S SECRET OBSESSION (His Bride, Her Prison): Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

CHAPTER 11Ariel's POVCarlos. Of course.I turned, trying to look innocent. “I’m just.. just getting some fresh air,” I said, hoping he wouldn't see through my lame excuse.Carlos raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing me. “Fresh air? At 10 PM?”I swallowed, trying to think of an excuse. “Yeah, I just.. I couldn't sleep. I thought some air might help.”Carlos's expression didn't change. “I'm afraid it's not safe for you to be outside, ma'm. The guards are on high alert, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.”I raised an eyebrow at him.Who was he to tell me what I could or couldn't do? I was Dermos's wife, for crying out loud.Well, I'm supposed to be Dermos' and Donna here, even though I find no joy in either. But all said, Carlos is supposed to be Dermos' worker, meaning he's to listen to the donna too, right?I sighed, Dermos' words coming back to me.Donna didn't have any real status here. She was just a breeding machine. “I just want to get some air, Carlos. Is tha

CHAPTER 13Ariel's POVI'd been feeling eyes on me.I knew it was Carlos, Dermos's right-hand man. He'd been watching me more often. I tried to brush it off, focusing on exploring the mansion, but I could feel his presence.Every fucking where.One day, as I was sitting in the library, a book in hand, he walked in. I looked up, meeting his gaze, and for a moment, we just stared.What does he want?“Mind if I join you?” He asked.I hesitated, unsure of what to say. But he didn't wait for an answer. He sat down across from me, picking up a book from the shelf nearby.We started talking about books, of all things. I mentioned how much I loved classics, and he smiled, like I'd said something interesting. We bonded over our shared love for literature, and before I knew it, hours had passed.He kept me company after that, making sure I was okay, asking me about my days. It was... weird. He was Dermos's man, but he was being... nice.Later that day, I was walking down the hall when I heard v

CHAPTER 15Ariel's POVI smiled, trying to keep my composure as Luciana sidled up to me.“Ariella, darling.” She whispered. “That dress is so... vintage. I mean, it's not every day you see someone wearing last season's couture and pretending it's haute.”I laughed, trying to brush it off, but she wasn't done.“I wonder who's behind the mask, hmm? The great Ariella, playing dress-up with the big boys. Do you even know who you are, or are you just a puppet on strings?”I kept my smile plastered on, but I could feel my nails digging into my palms.“Luciana, you're so sweet to worry about my wardrobe,” I said. “But I think I'm doing just fine, considering I'm not a washed-up socialite with a bad facelift.”Luciana's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering for a while before it widened.“Oh, Ariella, you're so.. feisty tonight. It's cute, really. Like a little kitten trying to claw its way out of a paper bag.”Dermos soon appeared beside me, his perfume invading my nostrils. “Luciana, is there

CHAPTER 17Ariel's POVSomething was wrong.I jolted awake, my heart racing like a wild bird. I threw off the covers immediately, my legs tangled in the sheets. I stumbled, catching myself on the bedpost. The room was spinning, but I pushed through.Something was really wrong.I yanked open the door, and a wave of heat instantly hit me. Flames leaked in the darkness, and the sound of shattering glass and metal dropping filled the air.Explosion?I stumbled down the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest.Where was he?De.. Dermos.Soon, I saw him, his face set in a fierce expression, directing his men to safety. Relief washed over me, but then followed immediately by terror.But before I could take a step towards him, a searing pain exploded in the back of my head. I felt myself falling, and the last thing I heard was Dermos yelling out my name before the darkness closed in and I lost consciousness.||I groggily opened my eyes, the bright hospital lights stabbing into my skull like a

CHAPTER 19Ariel's POVI crept through the west wing, my heart pounding in my chest. I'd been warned never to come here, but something about it drew me like a moth to flame.I pushed open a door, and a musty smell wafted out. The room was dimly lit, but my eyes adjusted slowly, and that's when I saw a painting, covered in a cloth.It stood out, so it would easily get anyone else's attention.My curiosity got the better of me, and I pulled the cloth off, revealing a beautiful portrait of a woman.My brows furrowed.And this woman was my mother?Was I seeing things? What was her portrait doing here?My breath caught in my throat as I gazed into her eyes, the same eyes I saw every day in the mirror. But it wasn't just her face that caught my attention; it was the man holding her, his arms wrapped around her waist as he owned her.It was the Godfather.A younger version of him, with a smile and eyes that seemed to gleam with triumph.My blood ran cold as I stared at the painting, my mind