The Mafia King's Obsession 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

DominicTwo days left.The uneasy feeling in my stomach gets worse every hour. Since the Met Gala, I haven’t left Lana’s side for long. Half my day is spent working. The other half is spent taking her against every surface in my penthouse. Weeks ago, I knew she would change this place. I just didn’t realize how much. She brought warmth into my home, but also into the darkest parts of me.The thought of losing her feels impossible now.That’s why I asked Elara to buy this for her. I turn the small white box over in my hand before placing the bright red bow my housekeeper picked out on top of it.“Lana?” I call.She should already be dressed. After fucking her in the shower earlier, I left her to get ready while I went to collect the gift from Elara. For the last few days, Elara has mostly stayed out of sight while Lana and I have been all over each other like animals. Still, every time I catch her eye, she gives me those knowing little smiles. She’s happy for us.For some reason, th

LanaI stand in front of the mirror, gripping the cold marble counter because it’s the only thing keeping me steady. Time is up.Today, my father is supposed to call Rocco and make the first payment toward the debt.Dominic and I have carefully avoided talking about it for the last two perfect days. We barely left the penthouse. Most of the time, we stayed in his bedroom, wrapped up in each other like the outside world didn’t exist. It felt like we silently agreed to enjoy whatever time we had left without thinking about what came next.But deep down, I feel empty.Because somehow, despite everything, I fell in love with Dominic Vance.And the worst part is that I keep falling harder.Every second with him pulls me deeper in. At the gala, he called me his girlfriend in front of everyone. Later, I spent hours staring at the glossy photos of us in The Metropolitan Review. We looked happy. Perfect, even. Like the kind of couple people envy.But none of it was real.It was built on debt.

DominicGod, I feel terrible. Not just from the wound either. I look down at the clean bandages wrapped around my ribs and let out a slow breath. The bullet passed straight through me. The doctor said it missed every vital organ. Lucky, apparently.Too bad it missed my heart too.That thing hasn’t worked right since Lana Hawthorne walked out on me a week ago.“Lana, I love you.”The words keep repeating in my head. I held them back for years, and when I finally said them, it was too late.“Go to hell, Dominic Vance. You left me. You ran away like a coward. You don’t know the first thing about love, you bastard.”Her voice still cuts through me like a knife. And the worst part is she wasn’t completely wrong. Maybe Lana was right. Maybe I really don’t know what love means.But whatever this feeling is, it feels real enough to destroy me.The last week without her has been hell. I barely sleep. Food tastes like nothing. Breathing feels heavy. The penthouse feels cold now. Empty. Every ro

LanaI take another sip from the warm coffee and try hard not to fall apart.Today is my last final exam. After Chloe let me use her laptop and gave me full access to the internet again, I checked my email and saw the acceptance letter from the University of Coral Bay. I’d stared at the screen for almost ten minutes before it finally felt real.I got in.Once I finish this last exam, I’ll officially graduate. Then I can leave this city behind and move somewhere warm and bright and far away from everything that’s happened here. No more Dad. No more debts hanging over my head. And most of all, no more Dominic.My throat tightens the second I think his name.How could I have been so blind? Seriously, I might as well have been living in some fantasy world. I never saw what was right in front of me.God, I used to adore Dominic when I was younger. He was my first crush. That summer before Leo died, we spent almost every day together. We were always running around Bellavista, getting into t

Dominic“Just leave, Marco.” I stood near the elevator and braced my shoulder against the wall because my body still felt weak.For the past week, I’d stayed locked in bed like a useless idiot. Now I could barely keep myself standing upright.My brother blocked the elevator doors, his jaw tight and stubborn.It dragged me back to when we were kids. He used to tower over me then. Older. Stronger. He always knew how to use that against me. Later I grew bigger than him, and everything changed between us.Now it felt like we were right back where we started.“I’m not leaving until you tell me you’ll at least try to forgive me.”“I can’t,” I snapped.“We’ve been brothers for twenty-seven years, damn it, Dominic.” He shoved a hand through his dark hair. When he looked at me, all I saw was Giovanni Vance staring back at me.People always said I looked exactly like our father until Marco walked into the room. Then nobody could deny whose son he really looked like.“I screwed up,” he said quie