All Chapters of Secret Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I woke up in my bedroom.The only evidence of the chaos that ensued last night was my broken glasses on the night stand.Although I could manage without my glasses, without them my vision was slightly blurry. Especially in the daytime.Anxiety kicked in the moment the cold rim of the pink glasses touched my face. I hopped out of bed and bolted to the living room.The front door was locked from the inside.“How the hell…?” I wasn't deceived by the illusion that I was safe because I hadn't locked this door myself. I knew what happened last night wasn't a dream.Maybe the part where I imagined the man who saved me was Marco Vitale was.I was almost kidnapped and ambushed on an abandoned road on my way back from the music concert last night.It was as real as it gets.Dred pooled in my stomach at the thought of someone being inside the apartment.Eyeing the staircase suspiciously, I grabbed the kitchen phone, immediately dialing Dad's home office.The line connected after several rings.

I slammed on the brake but the car still ran into the tree trunk ahead.The brake only softened the impact of the crash slightly.My head bounced off the air bag.Fortunately, I didn't sustain physical injuries but the bonnet was smoking.I just sat there for a few minutes like I was in a trance.“Gabriella!!!” Dad's voice sliced through my daze. “What the fuck just happened? Where are you?!”“Argh…” I groaned, pushing myself off the seat.I carelessly hadn't even buckled the seatbelt.“Gabriella!”The smoke got into my lungs causing me to cough a fit as I stumbled out of the car. Before I could draw in a fresh breath, I felt a grip on my hand.I looked behind me and noted about four men around me.Holding guns.I coughed violently, my eyes threatened to roll back.“Take her to the car!” Someone yelled.They tried to drag me away.“No!” I protested, planting my bare feet on the gravel.This time I lost both shoes.“Lift her if you have to! Leone's men will be here any minute!”I scra

Announcing my identity meant there was no turning back; once you become a part of the mafia, there's no getting out.There was a time when I dreamt of the day dad would announce me as his.I longed for people to look at me in a different way.Now that day was here, I didn't just not feel anything—I didn't want it.But you're not given a choice with the mafia.“Your wife and kid okay with your arrangements?” I mumbled sleepily.He gave me a complicated look from behind his desk.It looked strangely like…Regret?Then it was gone.“It's already decided,” he picked up a document and focused on it instead. “I have an idea who the perpetrators are. They won't stop until I do the right thing.”“The right thing,” I echoed.He made them sound like a bunch of moralists who cared about right things.“The right thing, is to announce your identity as a Leone, nobody would dare fuck with you again.”I yawned. “You've always been a terrible judge of character. You think they're scared of the Leones

There's only one man I'd met who wore such an intoxicating scent around.How did he get behind me?There was obviously nobody on the balcony when I got here.“Marco Vitale,” I spun to face him, excitement rushing through my veins.“What did I say about calling my name?” He frowned. I was too excited at the prospect of meeting him again so early to pay attention to what he said.“Why are you here? Are you following me?” I sounded like a giddy schoolgirl.“No.” I couldn't see his eyes in the dark, but I felt the heat of his gaze on my skin, taking in my appearance. And I heard his almost inaudible grunt.For some bizarre reason, I was hoping that was a sound of approval.I'd only ever cared about Flora's opinion whenever I dressed up before. “Then why are you here?” I crossed my arms over my exposed cleavage, however it didn't help because it covered nothing. “For someone who claims their identity is a secret, you definitely enjoy appearing everywhere.”He scoffed lightly.Like he ac

The Leone villa felt cold in the aftermath of the event.It left a dark, bitter feeling in my mind. And I couldn't get Marco off my mind throughout the ride home.I was about to open my bedroom door when I heard noises downstairs. Like Marco said; I possessed the survival instinct of a kitten. Against better judgement, I took off my heels and tiptoed to the source of the noise —dad's office on the main floor.Guards were all over the estate but dad had strictly prohibited guards from waltzing in and out freely in the main house. They had they're own building, which allowed me to eavesdrop on dad's meeting unnoticed. “We'll catch him, he won't have a choice but to support the treaty,” I heard Dad say. His voice, slightly raised, heavy with agitation. Another person argued, voice muffled from the call, “And what if Dante fails to catch him again? Then he walks free. Marco is not giving us a choice, Don Leone!” “No!” Dad slammed something on his table. “He can't stand in the shadows