All Chapters of The Mafia's Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The Monster's MercyKael's PovHer tears made anger coil in my chest.I watched as she sat there, tears spilling down her cheeks, and yet… even now, even after everything he had done to her, I could still see it, the care she held in her eyes for no one but him. Dante, that cursed Lycan.My fists clenched at my sides as I fought to contain the rage building inside me. How could she still long for him? How could she possibly care for a monster like that?What would happen if she knew who he was and remembered her past?She belonged to me. Not him. Not anymore.My eyes didn't leave her. She was clearly in pain and the room soon felt too tight, like the walls were closing in on me as I paced back and forth, my boots hitting the stone floor with a loud thud.But she wouldn't stop sobbing."Shut up!" I roared, stopping abruptly and turning to face her.I wanted to grab her, to snap her neck and end this torment.My body trembled with the effort of holding back. But I couldn't. Not like thi

The TunnelEva's PovI didn't want to believe Dante was dead. He couldn't be. And at least if he ought to be dead, I should be his killer. Not some strange psycho guy.I stared at the man before me. There was something in his gaze, something sinister that made me start to doubt if I was human and wonder why they were all after me.What did these men want from me? It was obvious they weren't human. There must be something attracting them to me."Your lover is dead." He said again, trying to make me feel bad, but it sounded super cringe. I smiled inwardly. I might not want Dante dead, but he was never my lover.Instead of acting suspiciously, I decided to give him what he longed for.Tears.I acted like the death of Dante hit me in the gut. Despite having a feeling that Dante wasn't dead.This guy staring at me doesn't know that I can feel if Dante is in trouble or if he is alive or not, because of the mate bond. Though I wasn't sure, I hoped he was alive.I burst into tears for the sho

The TruthEva's PovI was still shaking when I got to a big door in the yard.It looked like a gate, but it wasn't.The narrow wooden frame seemed out of place. It was unnatural against the backdrop of crumbling bricks and overgrown weeds.I was scared. I expected his men, those men I had seen earlier, to come out and stop me from leaving.I didn't take a step. This might be a trap. It wouldn't be this easy to escape. But no one was coming.The hum of car engines reached my ears, faint but growing louder. That didn't make any sense.How could I be by the highway? These atrocities can't be happening here. Not on the road, not in broad daylight.But there was this undeniable sound of traffic, horns blaring as if I were on a city street.If I didn't leave, I would go back to that hell. I needed to take this chance.My hand hovered over the doorknob, my mind racing with a hundred questions.I took a deep breath, steadying my shaking hands. I can't just stand here forever. I had to know w

The ToastEva's Pov"No matter what, meet me at the Club's drink house." I couldn't believe it. Didn't want to believe it. Not yet.I kind of knew this wasn't the end for me and there was still hope. I glanced outside the window, a smile on my face.My stepmum stared at me and hissed."What is making you laugh? I promise to make your life miserable." I gave her a stare and kept a straight face.I stared out the window again, watching the evening sky drape the estate in a soft, warm glow.The sun had set, and the sky was a golden brown light.I loved watching the sunset when I was little, but now they are all memories.Soon the lights from the beautiful buildings flickered on one by one, like fireflies coming to life in the dusk, filling the neighborhood with a comforting glow.I smiled at the beauty. It was different from the chaos in my mind.I gulped as the car rolled deeper into the estate. I sighted most of my childhood friends' houses, but they've abandoned me now. I mean, who wo

The VisionEva's PovThe sharks were circling.I stepped back, wine glass in hand, and scanned the crowded hall. Charity events were supposed to be about pleasure, not business, but business was all anyone in this room cared about.But this wasn't real. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that. I was lying on a cold floor in my father's house, forced into servitude, dreaming of a life that wasn't mine. Or was it?Across the floor, Dante stood at the center of a large circle of people. He looked at ease, comfortable in his own skin, an effortless smile making his already striking face even more devastating.It ought to be illegal for a man to look like that. Tall, built, he carried himself like someone who belonged in the world he controlled. There was a quiet authority about him, and I had always been drawn to men who knew exactly who they were.Given the long, lingering looks we had traded over the past few weeks, I would have been foolish not to wonder where things might go.If