All Chapters of ONE NIGHTSTAND WITH THE OBSESSED MAFIA LORD: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I look at the stranger. I never expected him to straight-up point at me as the woman of his choice. My heart skipped a beat, caught between shock and a weird thrill. Was it the alcohol talking, loosening his tongue, or was he just teasing to keep the night interesting? I peered at him with scrutinizing eyes, searching his face for any hint of a joke, but damn, he was dead serious. Those intense green eyes held mine without flinching; he meant every word. He really wanted me as his woman, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. What made me stand out in his world of family drama and high-stakes expectations?He chuckled, clearly enjoying my wide-eyed reaction. "What's with that look? You shouldn't be surprised.""What the fuck? You just said I'm the woman of your choice. Of course I'm surprised!" I snorted, trying to play it cool even as my pulse raced. "Don't mess with me! I'm not in the right mind for bullshit pickup lines tonight.""I'm not messing around," he stated firm

My chest heaved, my breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps that felt hot against the cool, air-conditioned air of the office. My heart was hammering so violently against my ribs I was certain he could hear it. That single, blistering kiss had possessed more raw, unbridled passion than every single clinical, routine bedroom encounter I had ever endured with Matt combined.For a fraction of a second, a cold flicker of panic flared in my chest. Have I gotten myself in way too deep? But the moment I looked up and met the dark, hungry heat in his emerald eyes, the hesitation crumbled into ash. I wanted this. I wanted to feel alive, to feel ruined, to feel desired. And judging by the way his jaw was clenched, he wanted me just as desperately.He didn't give me the luxury of overthinking. Before I could even draw a full breath, he leaned back in, raining a barrage of hot, breathless kisses over my lips, my jawline, and down the sensitive column of my neck, barely giving me a chance to recove

If not that, I found out about Ryan’s affair with my best friend, I would have still been in the dark. The admission tore from my throat, raw and trembling, echoing off the cold bathroom tiles. For years, I had quietly carried the suffocating weight of my supposed inadequacy, but standing there, the dam finally broke. Hot, bitter tears spilled over my lashes. I violently slapped them away, staring at my wet hands.No. I am done shedding tears for a man who isn't worth the salt in them. I refuse to let him humiliate me any further.I stepped out of the tub, wrapping a plush towel tightly around my chest, and stood before the vanity. Wiping a fistful of steam off the glass, I forced myself to actually look at the woman staring back.I had spent my entire life believing my body was nothing special—just an ordinary frame. Yet last night, a man who looked like he belonged on a billboard had treated this exact body like a prize. My eyes traced the curve of my full breasts, the dip of my wa

I dragged my heavy suitcase out of the master bedroom, but my exit was immediately cut off. Ryan was standing in the doorway, his feet planted wide, physically blocking me from leaving."Move," I said, my voice cold and hard.Ryan’s lips thinned into a tight, arrogant line. In his mind, he still genuinely believed I was just having an emotional breakdown. He thought he could browbeat me into submission like he usually did."Are you seriously throwing a whole scene over something this simple?" Ryan scolded, shaking his head. "It's pathetic, Christy. You're leaving me because I slept with Rose once? And don't even start with that ridiculous divorce threat. We both know you won't actually go through with it.""Don't test me, Ryan," I warned. "You talk as if divorcing you is some massive hurdle. You bring absolutely nothing to this marriage. You're not a breadwinner, you're not a supportive partner, and you aren't even faithful. I have a thousand reasons to leave you, but the only reason

A month and a half had blurred by since the day I walked out of that apartment, and my life had settled into an exhausting, mechanical routine.While I threw myself relentlessly into my work, Ryan remained busy being his usual useless, parasitic self. The only real change was the complete wall I had built between us. I had blocked his number weeks ago because the arrogant bastard refused to stop blowing up my phone. Every text was the same infuriating script—calling me a "tantrum-throwing bitch," telling me I was being "unreasonable and childish," and demanding I return home immediately to resume my duties as his provider.Returning from another grueling twelve-hour shift at the publishing house, I collapsed onto my bed, completely drained.A profound, bone-deep exhaustion had settled over me lately. At first, I blamed it on the stress of the impending CEO transition and the mountain of manuscripts on my desk, but the physical drag was getting ridiculous. I wasn't even working longer