All Chapters of Dark Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mirella He watches me like he’s trying to decide whether to drag me out of the pool or ruin me. Water drips slowly down my skin as I hold onto the edge of the pool, pretending his presence doesn’t affect me when in reality, every nerve in my body is suddenly awake. “You’re bold tonight, princess.” A smile tugs at my lips. “Am I?” “What are you up to?.” I tilt my head innocently. “Maybe I’m just swimming.” His gaze drags over me slowly, making heat creep into my cheeks despite the cool water surrounding me. “That’s not all you’re doing.” The way he says it sends a small shiver through me. I try not to react but fail. His eyes catch every little movement anyway. Instead of looking away, I slowly push myself backward through the water, keeping my eyes on him the entire time. Something dangerous flickers across his face. “You’re testing me tonight.” “Why make it seem like it’s a bad thing.” “It usually is.” My smile widens slightly. Something is slowly buil

Mirella My breathing comes out uneven beneath him. Silvano keeps my wrists pinned above my head against the couch while his dark eyes remain locked on mine. The weight of his body traps me in place without him even trying. The room suddenly feels smaller. Fear crawls beneath my skin, but underneath it lurks something worse. Guilt. Because he looks genuinely furious. He gazes at me with cold eyes. “You drugged me,” he says again quietly, like he still cannot believe it. I force myself to swallow past the dryness in my throat. “I did not know what else to do.” His jaw tightens instantly. “That is supposed to make this better?” “You hide everything from me.” “And your solution was to put something in my drink?” “You would never answer me otherwise.” A humorless laugh leaves him. “You think sneaking through my phone was a smarter option?” Heat rushes into my face despite the panic building inside me. “I needed answers.” His gaze sharpens. “And what exa

Mirella The silence stretches between us, thick and charged, like the air before a storm breaks over the city. I search Silvano’s face for something—anything—that might contradict the quiet certainty in his voice. You already know the answer to that. The words settle low in my belly, warm and terrifying all at once. I do know. Or at least, my body does. Every time he looks at me like I’m the only real thing in his world, something inside me shifts. But knowing and admitting are different beasts, especially when the man saying it moves through shadows the way other people move through daylight. “I shouldn’t,” I whisper. My arms are still crossed tight over my chest, a useless shield. “This is insane. My father, your family, the Bravata—none of it should lead to… whatever this is.” Silvano doesn’t step closer. He stays by the balcony windows, city lights carving sharp shadows across his jaw, but his eyes never leave mine. “Life rarely asks what should be. It only asks what you’re wi

Silvano’s POV I shouldn’t have touched her. The second my forehead rested against hers, I knew I had crossed a line I’d sworn not to cross. Mirella Salviati was supposed to be useful. A means to an end. The daughter of the man tied to the blood soaking my family’s grave. Instead, she had become the one thing capable of unraveling me. “It’s the beginning of everything that’s going to ruin us,” I said quietly. Her eyes lifted to mine, searching. She didn’t move away. That was the problem with Mirella—she keeps stepping closer to danger even after seeing its teeth. I force myself to pull back slightly, but my hand stays curled against her neck, my thumb brushing over the frantic pulse beneath her skin. One move. One decision. I could still end this before it became weakness. I don‘t. “You still don’t understand who I am,” I murmured. “Then stop hiding.” A humorless laugh left me. “If you saw all of me, princess, you’d run.” “Would you let me?” “For five minutes.”

Mirella Morning light filters through the gauzy curtains of the resort suite, soft and golden, as if the sea outside refuses to acknowledge the storm still raging inside my chest. I wake slowly, reaching across the cool sheets before I stop myself. Empty. Silvano is already gone, melted back into the shadows where he lives. I should feel relief. Instead, the absence leaves a hollow ache. He is still here, though. I feel it in the way the resort staff glance at me a little too carefully when I step out for coffee. In the black car that follows my driver at a precise distance on the winding coastal road. In the silence that feels watchful rather than empty. Silvano Neri never truly leaves. The drive back to the city stretches longer than it should. I press my forehead to the cool window and watch the cliffs give way to familiar streets. My father’s house—the house rises at the end of the private road like a fortress dressed in elegance. White stone, tall windows, perfectly manicured