All Chapters of Secret Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“I didn't touch you,” the guard immediately refuted, calmly. “There are witnesses.”“Who do you think my father will believe? A guard posted at the gate, or his own flesh and blood?”Panic bled into his voice when he spoke again. “There are cameras ma'am. I can prove I didn't move from my post or lay a finger on you.”I ticked my tongue, shaking my head disapprovingly. “Surveillance footage only counts if you're alive to show it,” I wasn't a hundred percent sure of what I was saying, but I said it anyway. “I don't think Don Leone would stall long enough to watch video clips, if his daughter was suddenly crying and pointing at the man who dared to assault her.”“You won't do that.” His voice wavered looking around his colleagues for some kind of support.I felt sad for putting him in this position when I saw the fear on his face. “I don't have to,” my tone softened. “If you let me through.”He didn't respond.“I'll be fast,” I quickly added. “The Don is not in, I'll be back before yo

“H-how? When did you get into my car?” I demanded.“While you were trying to convince your boyfriend that I wasn't your type.” He sounded unimpressed, like he didn't even have to put in effort to break in.My eyes widened.If he slipped into the car after I opened it and was talking to Jack, then he also heard our conversation.“Jack is not my boyfriend,” I frowned.“Jack,” he tested the name on his tongue, scrunching his face like it left a bitter taste. “Not as hot as Chris Larson.”He heard the entire conversation?I angled my body to face him. He was far too comfortable in the backseat, wrapped in the shadows like it was a second garment. “It's wrong to eavesdrop. It's illegal to break into someone's car,” I scowled. “Or someone's room.”“You didn't answer my question,” Marco pushed off the backseat and slipped into the passenger's seat with ease.Too much ease for a man his size.He moved with the quiet flexibility of a predator.So rigid, yet so—“What question?” I cut off my t

I stood there, shocked, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights.Until someone caught me by the waist and yanked me inside. Marco.“Are you hurt?” His blue eyes blazed with worry as he patted my body, checking for injuries“I-I'm fine.” Then everything that just happened slammed into me like a brick. “Are you trying to get us killed?” I accused between clenched teeth. “I told you to stay quiet,” Marco replied but he was already moving, locking the door, the windows, then dragging me through another door in the office. “There were a gazillion armed men out there,” I whisper yelled following him through a hallway. “They were lurking in the dark until the lights came on. We could've been killed!”“But we weren't.” Marco stopped beside the only door at the end of the hallway, nudged me behind him and cocked his gun.“I made so much noise coming up here. They could've shot me anytime,” I continued arguing, my face pressing close to Marco's back.“They'd assume it was a rat,” he r

I could laugh. But something in the way Marco's jaw tightened, shoulders tensed. And the way he watched me like he was trying to gauge every detail of my reaction told me he was serious.I chuckled wryly. “You sound serious. Did the big boys decide they were bored of drugs and guns then decided they were going to fight over a young music artist instead.”Marco's one brow winged. Unamused.“Is that what you tell yourself?” He asked. “That you're just an artist with no connection to the mafia?”“Well it wasn't by choice,” I started. “It's not my fault I was born into this world but what does that have to do with anything? Many crime bosses have illegitimate babies. You don't see them trying to bite each other's head off for it. What's so special about me?”Marco studied me carefully, taking his time to sip his drink before answering me.“Your dad made a mistake sending you out in the first place,” his jaw ticked. “It's not my place to tell.”My chest tightened.Everyone knew something

I almost caved under my father's stare.In fact, I took a step back before halting in place with a realisation.I did nothing wrong.And I had no reason to be afraid, excluding the fatal fragility of a mafioso's ego.I avoided Dante's warning gaze, trying to stop me from going against my father.Ever since Gabriel Leone threw me out for his wife's sake without proper investigation or consideration, I really didn't give a damn whether he was president or not anymore.“I beg to differ.” I finally replied, holding my ground.Shoulders squared, chin raised, and I didn't forget to maintain eye contact. Mafia men go off on this shit.Dad recognised the challenge with a glint of irritation in his eyes. “Too much time outside the family has made you forget the norms,” dad's voice deepened with repressed tension. “Sophia was right. You've been spoiled. You need to be taught a lesson.”My fists clenched at my sides.Dad's love or tolerance for Sophia has blinded him from the obvious truth. Ho