All Chapters of Secret Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

I sighed, the weight of everything from today still pressing against my chest.. Placing a hand on my shoulder, Jack said, “Don't worry. I know not to tell her anything about you.”I imagined different outcomes to the stunt Sophia and Cora were pulling but I couldn't come to a conclusion on what they could possibly want.Cora claimed her intent was to monitor me. But I doubt that's the case.“Earth to Gabi,” Flora's concerned voice dragged me out of my thoughts.“Huh?”“I've been talking to myself for the past ten years,” Flora exaggerated.I guess I'd spaced off.“What were you saying?”“Your meeting, duh. What do you think of StarRise? Are you gonna sign with us?” Flora rambled on and I laughed.StarRise has been Flora's management agency for two years. Judging by her growth in those years, I could tell they were good to her.Not a single bad report has been made about them in recent years. They were likely the agency every artist would dream to sign with.A luxury agency which only

Sophia's touch on my skin —a searing metal cuff around my wrist tugging me along— made me recoil with something heavier than hatred or disgust.Danger.It became apparent when a larger hand took mine from Sophia's, pulling me into an embrace that felt repulsive. An offensive scent that was nothing like Marco's and a hold that entirely felt too imposing for a simple meet-up like they'd said.I tried to pull away. My fingers curled weakly around his shirt but my strength gave out before I could even push.“Woah!” A new voice bit, the smell of alcohol invading my nostrils, when I crashed into him from Sophia's shove. “She's the one? Isn't she like a celebrity or something?”“Brian you're drunk,” Sophia sounded offended.“Just a couple drinks…” he slurred.Sophia huffed a harsh breath. “If anything goes wrong because you couldn't keep your hands off a bottle, I'll end you,” she hissed. Then in a much controlled tone, she commanded, “Take care of her.”I'm sure she didn't mean that in a g

MARCO'S POV. “The name's Brian Delamonte. Nephew to Leone's Donna.”“Leone set up his own kid?” My lips set in a grim line.“Not sure,” Loud music choked Sandro's reply from the background. “Could be her mother, Sophia.”I glanced at the hallway briefly.No sign of anything amiss from my room.“Where is he?” I asked.“Partying at the bar. He's had one too many drinks so far. Blurted without his own mouth that he has a Leone princess in his room for the night.”My hands tightened on the phone. Anymore and it would break.That motherfucker!“Wait until he returns to the room, Sandro. You know what to do.”I hung up. Debating whether to stay or go deal with this Brian Delamonte.I downed my drink and set the glass on the table.I'll wait until Gabriella wakes up.“Mr Vitale?” My head snapped to Stephanie in the hallway. She stepped into the living room, her shoulders slumped with a sigh.“How is she?”“Stable,” She replied. “She was drugged with diazepam mixed with a few other mild, but

THIRD PERSON POV.The silence stretched longer than expected with Gabriella sitting calmly and waiting for Marco to elaborate.But he didn't.Finally, she eased a breath before asking, “You're not gonna tell me what you mean by that?” Gabriella tried and failed to wrap her head around the idea. Since she had a crucial role to play in the cause of the war, it made sense that Marco would protect her for that same reason. What Gabriella could not understand was ‘the reason’.“Principessa,” Marco ran a hand through his hair, messing up the sleek style. “Stop asking questions. And stop expecting shit from me either. I can't give it to you.”She narrowed her eyes at him, “You can't, or you won't?”The feeling of being used and not knowing why made Gabriella’s stomach uneasy.Marco smoothed his shirt, slightly wrinkled but still neat and composed. Just like Marco always is. And right now, he seemed to be running his hands down the fabric to regain that unfazed composure he usually wore.His

THIRD PERSON POV. Gabriella managed a nod, her words stuck in her throat.Marco shook his head, disapproving growl rumbling low in his chest. His lips touched her forehead in a light peck before holding her gaze again.“Userai le tue parole, sì?” he asked in Italian.Translation (You will use your words, yes?)She sucked in a nervous breath, inhaling his beautiful scent of spice. Unsure if she felt giddy from anticipation or fear. Maybe a dangerous mix of both.Marco was the kind of man she would've never spared a glance in the past. But now, enamoured in his deep gaze, rooted by his touch, gently molding her curves, she couldn't seem to look away.Her face warmed when he dropped another feathery kiss on the tip of her nose.His eyes never wavering from hers. Until she parted her lips with a breath of two syllables.“Marco…” Her fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer and raising herself on her toes to meet him halfway.“Posso io?” Her scent, vanilla and a mix of something f