All Chapters of The Mafia's Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11 Eva's Pov Adrian’s unrelenting eyes narrowed. He sensed it—something was wrong. I forced a smile, my teeth tight, heart hammering. “I’m fine,” I said, voice light. But inside, chaos clawed at me. The woman… Was she blackmailing me? Or worse, what if Adrian did something to her? The image on my phone burned in my mind: I was the only one in the image and Adrian… who was the culprit wasn't present. Every detail pointed to me as the killer. I didn’t know whether to scream, cry, or run, and my hands shook against my bag. Adrian leaned closer. “Are you okay?" I smiled harder. “Nothing at all, I would drop here. Have a nice night." Lies. Everything about me was lies. And I hated myself for it. But I couldn’t let him know. Not now. Not ever. I wasn't sure the elderly lady was the sender, and if I told Adrian—her life would be in danger and that would mean Adrian and I may still cross paths. And that was something I didn't want anymore. I yanked at the doo

Chapter 13 Eva's Pov Victor leaned back, folding his hands neatly on the desk. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, but there was… something different in it. “Eva,” he said, voice smooth, deliberate. Something in me misfired listening to him. This wasn’t where I was supposed to be. “Welcome. You’re in. But I need you to know one thing before we start.” I blinked. He stood, walking around the desk. The office smelled faintly of coffee. “You know why you’re here,” he said. “You’ve seen the documents. You understand what this job really is?” My stomach dropped. “I… don't. I thought this was administrative… accounting… finance.” He shook his head, calmly, almost as if he were correcting a child. “Those numbers were a test. You passed. It's not because you understood them, but because you admitted what you didn’t.” "Honesty under pressure. That’s what matters here.” I swallowed hard, my pulse thudded in my throat. Victor Salieri’s job again. I raised my eyes to meet his

Eva's Pov The ceiling had seventeen cracks. I counted them. Twice. Three times, well if you're counting the one that looked like a chicken foot, eighteen, which I did because my brain had apparently decided that tonight we hyperfixate on my imperfections and mistake, instead of, you know, sleeping. The house owners still hadn't come back to drive me out. That wasn't good. That was either "they called Dad" or "they're dead in a ditch" and honestly? I didn't know which one scared me more. My hand drifted to my collarbone. The driver's hand disappearing into his jacket haunting me. The question. Where is he? My lungs locked. Victor wouldn't. He wouldn't kill me. That, I knew. Mostly. Sort of, even if we started wrongly. Morning came anyway, after a tough night. I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at my hands. I was supposed to turn up at work today, but I didn't have the courage to face Victor. A sharp knock sounded from outside the door. My left hand shot to my right

Chapter 17 Eva's Pov The first thing I heard was beeping. It was steady and annoying. I tried to move my body, but my body felt heavy. The second thing that hit me was the antiseptic smell, and then, I realised, I was in a fucking hospital. The last thing I remembered was the gunshot. Now sunlight cut through the blinds like a blade. Had I been out for days? Adrian. My eyelids fluttered when the thoughts came that he brought me here. How he found me, I don't know, but those men would have harmed me. My eyes wouldn't open at first. Like someone had glued them shut. When they finally did, the fluorescent lights made me wish they hadn't. I turned my head slowly, because everything hurt, and there he was. Adrian, asleep in the chair beside my bed. He looked different, I had never seen him this way. Dark circles carved his eyes. His jaw was shadowed with stubble that wasn't there two days ago. His shirt was stained with something that might have been my blood or someo

Chapter 19 Adrian's Pov The door clicked shut. I didn't move. I stood in the hallway staring at the wood grain, like it had answers to my questions. I couldn't name this feeling and why I felt this way. My hands pressed into my temples. She was there. Crying and lying to my face about who hurt her, about her phone and everything. Why can't Eva be honest with me? Shit. My hands went to my hair. And then, a random memory hit me. Bullshit. She never lost anything. She left things on purpose, but never lost anything, she was very meticulous. I walked to my room. My phone buzzed. I looked at the sender and a small smile lit my face. Marisa. “Coming home tonight?” She asked with an emoji. I typed back. “Later.” The dots for typing returned and then. “Miss you.” But now, I didn't respond to it. I turned to the window. The city glittered below, indifferent. My hands on my temple. There was one thing I couldn't say out loud. The thing rotted inside my chest, I j