All Chapters of His Silent Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Kiara's povNervousness engulfed my body like a second skin. It was all too much. The theatre lights felt too bright, I felt too exposed and the multiplying crowd felt suffocating. My hands shook as I smoothed down my skirt. My toes curled in my pointe shoes. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and the throbbing heartbeat that threatened to evacuate my chest. It didn't help that my dad and brother were going to be among the crowd anticipating my performance. The thought that calmed my fraying nerves was the fact that there would also be another person in attendance. My heart fluttered and I suddenly started to feel warm despite the chilling temperature at the thought of him watching me like he always does.I didn't care about the hundreds gathered in the opera theatre as thoughts of him consumed my mind. In my mind, I was only performing for one person and that filled me with a sense of tranquility amid the chaos around me. My shoulders loosened and I stopped thinking about anythin

Dante’s povEveryone must be wondering what a guy like me is doing at a ballet recital. I stood at the corner watching, waiting in my charcoal suit and matte leather shoes. But what had people staring uneasily was the ghastly look on my face and my towering size. I didn't soften my face or attempt to seem approachable. I knew how people saw me and the way conversations stalled whenever I drew near. It was familiar, almost boring even, among the perks of being an enforcer for the Italian mafia. Most of these people had an inkling of who I was which I can confirm if I bothered to listen to their hushed whispers. Needless to say, they were not who I came here for. I arrived half an hour earlier to secure my usual spot at the deserted corner where I had the best view of my pretty ballerina on stage and I was well hidden from view. My leg bounced without me noticing. Every tick of the clock was louder than the last. The promise of what was coming filled me with anticipation and impatience.

Kiara's pov Being around Dante made me uneasy because his presence felt heavy. I found myself shrinking a little like my body was bracing for something it was taught to expect. Old instincts were waking up without my consent, telling me to stay alert, keep myself small and stay ready just in case. I subtly lifted my gaze to see him clicking away on his phone and I might as well have been invisible to him. That gave me the subtle confidence to excuse myself from the dining room claiming that Greta needed my assistance in the kitchen, which was a few feet away. He nodded without meeting my eyes and I took that as my cue to flee to literally anywhere else away from this intimidating man's presence. Greta eyed me knowingly when she saw me approach. She was like a mother to me taking the role of our caretaker after my mom passed away when I was five. “Mi vida, shouldn't you be keeping our guests company?” She said, faking a disapproving look. I let out a small laugh because she knew I w