All Chapters of Dark Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I wake up tired, like I never really slept. For a while, I just lie there staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet in the house. It’s too early for movement, too early for voices, but my mind is already loud. The key is still on my bedside table. I turn my head and look at it. I sit up slowly, dragging a hand over my face. “This is a bad idea,” I mutter. No one answers. Of course no one answers. I swing my legs off the bed and stand, pacing once, twice. I tell myself I don’t need to do this. I tell myself I can wait, think, plan better. But that’s a lie. Waiting hasn’t gotten me anything. All I have are half-memories and questions no one answers. My mother’s face—blurred. Her voice—gone. Everything about her reduced to fragments I can’t piece together no matter how hard I try. And my father? He shuts down every time her name comes up. That alone is enough to know something is wrong. I stop pacing and look at the key again. Then I pick it up. “Just this once,” I s

Mirella Furious doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’ve been waiting—counting hours, replaying everything—just to ask him why he made me risk so much for information he ended up deleting. What was the point? Was this all some kind of game to him? It’s been five days since I broke into Papa’s office, and he’s completely vanished. No messages, no trace. Just silence. Maybe he got what he wanted and decided I was no longer useful. Meanwhile, I’m the one left dealing with the aftermath—the stress, the paranoia, the constant fear that Papa will figure out it was me. And the one person who dragged me into this mess? Gone. I can’t keep living like this. So I decided to step away for a while—to breathe, to think, to spoil myself a little before resumption. I told Papa, and of course, he wasn’t happy. Said I should be focusing on fixing things with Tiziano. As if that’s what matters right now. As if I care. I pushed back, just enough to make it sound reasonable. A few days, I told him. Jus

Mirella I don’t move. For a second, I can’t. My heart is pounding too loud, fast, like it’s trying to warn me, but my body doesn’t listen. That voice… it settles under my skin in a way that makes it impossible to ignore. “So impatient, princess…" I turn immediately, and there he is. Not a shadow. Not a voice behind a screen. Not a presence I can only feel. Him. For a brief second, everything else fades—the sound of the waves, the soft sway of the yacht, even the air around me. My eyes lock on him like I’ve been waiting for this moment without realizing it. He stands a few steps away, like he’s been there the whole time, like this was always how it was meant to unfold. There’s something effortlessly controlled about him, the way he carries himself, like nothing ever truly shakes him. My gaze moves over him before I can stop it. Dark clothes, simple but fitting him in a way that makes it look intentional. His sleeves are rolled just enough to expose his forearms, veins

Mirella “Stop.” My voice cuts through the air sharper than I expect, and even I hear the edge in it. I turn fully to him now, my chest rising and falling a little too fast. “Stop talking in riddles,” I add, my brows pulling together. “Are you trying to scare me or something?” He doesn’t react immediately. That calm, unreadable expression stays on his face like nothing I say ever really touches him. “I don’t need to try,” he says quietly. That only makes it worse. “Then what is this?” I push, my hands tightening slightly at my sides. “You drop pieces, half-truths, warnings—what am I supposed to do with that?” For a second, he just watches me. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He offers no explanation nor warning. He taps on the screen, then steps closer and holds it out to me. “Look.” I hesitate only for a second before taking it. My stomach drops. It’s a picture of papa. There’s no mistaking him. He’s standing with a group of men, al

Mirella The past two days felt different. Like everything that had been weighing me down just faded into the background. I stopped thinking about papa, the organization or about danger. For once, I allowed myself to just live. I went out to the park, where I sat longer than I planned, watching people pass like I was part of a normal life I didn’t belong to anymore. The movies, though I barely followed the plot, my mind drifting every few minutes, An art gallery where the painting felt like they were speaking to my soul, an auction house, just to feel the atmosphere of something familiar. Even going shopping. It felt good, like I was distracting myself on purpose. From the thought of him. Silvano. The name settles differently in my mind now. I mouth it quietly under my breath as I walk back to my room. “Silvano…” I pause slightly, my lips pressing together liking the way it sounds. I never wanted to call him that before. It was easier to keep him as just… the sta