Todos los capítulos de THE MAFIA OBSESSION : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Natalie's POVI couldn't stop thinking about the conversation I had overheard between Aiden and Mr. Moretti.Their words kept replaying in my mind, especially the part where Mr. Moretti accused Aiden of keeping information from him. There was something between those two men, an agreement that existed long before I became Aiden's wife, and I was caught in the middle of it.I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, while Aiden stood in front of the mirror adjusting his watch. He looked perfectly relaxed, as though there were no secrets between us and nothing unusual about the late-night phone call I had heard…that was what frightened me most about him.He could look directly into my eyes, smile, call me his wife, and make me feel as though I was the most important person in his world. Yet I had no idea what he was hiding behind that smug smile.I turned onto my side, pretending to be interested in something on my phone."Aren't you going to get ready?" Aiden asked.I glanced at him. "Ge

Natalie's POVI couldn't stop thinking about my mother's name…It had sounded different when Mr. Moretti mentioned it during his conversation with Aiden. There had been something in his voice, something more intense than ordinary curiosity. He hadn't asked about her as if he were surprised that she was alive….He had sounded like he had been waiting a long time for answers and Aiden had refused to give them to him and that was what frightened me most.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wedding ring on my finger. It caught the afternoon light, its diamond sparkling whenever I moved my hand. Anyone looking at me would probably think I was a fortunate woman who had married a wealthy man but I felt suffocatedThey wouldn't know that my marriage had begun with fear, that my husband had used my mother's circumstances to secure my agreement, or that I had spent the days since our wedding trying to understand what I had gotten myself into.Now there was something else…my mother was c

Natalie's POVI had spent the entire morning trying to convince myself that I was overthinking everything.It should have been easy. I was married to Aiden Ross, a man who had given me more than I could ever repay. He had paid for my mother's treatment, made sure she had the best medical care available, and provided everything she needed without making me beg for it.Anyone looking at my life from the outside would probably think I had nothing to complain about, but they weren't the ones living with him.They weren't the ones who had seen the way his expression changed whenever my mother's name came up. They hadn't heard the coldness in his voice when he spoke to Mr. Moretti, or the way he insisted that their agreement benefited them both and they certainly hadn't seen the documents in his study.I could still remember the bad feeling I had when I saw my mother's name among those papers. It wasn't just curiosity anymore. Something connected my mother to the men who had become such a

Natalie's POVThe woman's disappearance was the first thing I thought about when I woke up…I had spent most of the previous night examining the information I'd gathered about Mr. Moretti, trying to find something that connected his past relationships to the woman who had vanished years ago. The more I searched, the less his history resembled the life of an ordinary mafia man.There were gaps in his records. Relationships that seemed to end abruptly. Women whose names appeared in old documents and then disappeared from the picture entirely, and now, there was this woman.I still didn't know who she was. I didn't know whether she had been a lover, a business associate, or someone who had simply made the mistake of trusting the wrong man, but I knew her disappearance deserved more than a passing glance.I returned to the information I'd collected and spread the documents across the desk. Most of them were useless on their own. A name here, an old address there, a reference to a business

Natalie's POV I kept returning to the photograph laid on my desk beside the documents I had gathered about Mr. Moretti's business dealings and the woman whose disappearance had left so many unanswered questions. In the photograph, Lucien stood beside his father at what appeared to be a formal event. He looked younger than he did now, perhaps in his early twenties, with the same guarded expression.Mr. Moretti had one hand resting on his son's shoulder…probably to keep a good reputation about his family…they might have appeared to be a close father and son. Mr. Moretti wore his regular satisfied expression of a man proud of what he had built, while Lucien stood beside him in an expensive suit, his face composed.Yet the longer I studied the photograph, the less I trusted what it showed me, a picture could capture a smile without revealing what had happened before it. It could preserve a moment without explaining what either person had been thinking and a father standing proudly beside