Semua Bab Daddy’s Little Obsession (The Don Who Owns Me): Bab 81 - Bab 90

Aria’s POVThree Days EarlierThe last time I stepped foot inside the Severo Estate, I was twelve years old.Only twelve.A little girl clutching my grandmother’s hand while trying not to cry.Back then, the estate had been filled with black clothes, flowers, and grieving faces.The late Donna Severo had just died, I still remembered the procession.The endless stream of expensive cars, and the men in dark suits.The women whispering prayers. The atmosphere had been heavy, almost suffocating.Even as a child, I had understood that something important had happened.That was my last visit. And now, eight years later, I was returning.Not as a guest, but as a resident.I sat in the airport lounge with my earphones plugged in, my suitcase beside me and my phone in hand.A smile tugged at my lips, I still couldn’t believe it.The Don himself had agreed to let me stay at the estate while I attended university.The money I had saved for accommodation could now go toward my studies instead.I

Laro’s POVThe morning I was supposed to pick Rita’s granddaughter up from the airport, I made a mistake.I looked her up.Rita had given me her social media handles the night before, claiming it would make it easier for me to recognize her when I got there.It did the exact opposite.I was sitting on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, staring at picture after picture.Long dark hair, brown eyes, and a smile that looked genuine.Paint-stained fingers in half her photos.Most of her page was filled with sketches, paintings, unfinished canvases, and random moments from her life.An artsy girl. That was the first thing I noticed.The second thing I noticed was that she was beautiful.Extremely beautiful.The exact type of woman I usually stayed away from.“Fuck.”I tossed the phone onto the mattress. This wasn’t good.I already knew enough about her story from Rita. A mother who had left.Years of struggling, and working hard enough to earn her place in college.And now she was moving in

Aria’s povI woke up before sunrise. It was something I had always done.Back home, whenever life became too loud, I ran. Whenever my thoughts became too much, I ran.And after everything that had happened since arriving at the Severo Estate, I desperately needed a run.So before my grandmother could find chores for me, I pulled on a pair of shorts, a tank top, my running shoes, and slipped outside.The morning air was cool, and fresh. Perfect for a run.For almost an hour, I jogged around the estate grounds.The place was ridiculously huge.There were pathways, gardens, fountains, and sections I hadn’t even explored yet.Honestly, if somebody abandoned me here, it would probably take me three days to find my way back to the mansion.By the time I finished, sweat coated my skin. My breathing was heavy.But my head felt clearer. At least until I entered the gardens.The moment I rounded a corner, my feet stopped. I saw Laro.Why was it always him?He stood a few feet away talking to tw

Fina’s povI barely slept. The conversation with Aria from the previous night kept replaying in my head.The whispers, and he way Rita couldn’t look me in the eyes.The way Marco had practically run from the room.And the way everybody seemed determined to keep me in the dark.My instincts were screaming at me. Something had happened.Something serious. And somehow, deep inside, I already knew it had something to do with Angel.Surprisingly, Dario never came home that night. A part of me was relieved.I didn’t know how to face him.Not when I could feel a secret sitting between us like a loaded gun.The moment morning arrived, I made a decision. I needed answers.And there was only one person I trusted enough to give them to me.Elena.I picked up my phone and dialed her number. She answered on the second ring.“Fina!”Her cheerful voice filled the room.“Hey babes, it’s so good to hear from you.”I swallowed. “Elena, I need a favor.”“Anything.”“I need you at the mansion.”There wa

Dario’s pov EarlierWar was exhausting, but it was not the bullets, not the blood. Not even the bodies.Those things were familiar, and predictable.What exhausted me were the people hiding in the shadows, beaming while plotting.Thiago Gaten was one of them.I sat in the backseat of the car, staring through the tinted window as the city blurred past.Thiago was Julio’s brother, which was the only reason he was still breathing.Any other man, from the Gatens caught meeting with Bird would have been buried before sunrise. Julio had pleaded on the bastard’s behalf, claiming they were already old allies before the fallout. Bullshit! Bird; the Leader of the Dead Ravens.A gang that had spent years trying to crawl into territory that didn’t belong to them.Unlike the old bloodlines, the Dead Ravens had no history, no roots.Anyone could join them.American. Russian. Asian. French. It didn’t matter.As long as they could hold a gun and follow orders, they weren’t built on legacy.They we