All Chapters of The Don’s Secret Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sofia’s POV “If you don’t tell me right now whether there was a boy in London I will drive this car into that barrier and we will both die and it will be your fault.” I grabbed the dashboard with one hand and turned to stare at Valentina Virelli — my sister, my best friend, the single most dramatic human being currently operating a vehicle on Italian soil. “There was no boy,” I said. “Liar.” “Valentina—” “Your left eye does that thing when you lie. It always does that thing.” She demonstrated, squinting one eye in an exaggerated twitch that bore absolutely no resemblance to anything my face had ever done. “There was a boy. Was he cute? Was he terrible? Were they both? Those are the only three options, Sofia, I need specifics—” “Watch the road.” She watched the road. Barely. “His name was Daniel,” I said finally. The shriek she produced made me genuinely concerned for my hearing. “I knew it. I knew it. Daniel. Is he Italian? Please tell me he’s not Italian, Ita

Luca’s POV (Slight mature contents ahead) Her lips were soft... too soft. I could feel it without touching it. I wanted to punish her, to teach her a lesson for daring to enter my room. But the moment I saw the shadow of her petite figure, my anger twisted into lust. I wanted to claim her... to devour her... to ruin her... I couldn’t really explain the kind of pull I had towards her at that moment. I pressed against her, caging her between my arms as my fingers threaded through her silky strands, forcing her to tilt her head up. She barely reached my chest, she was small and fragile, so easy to overpower, to bend to my will. The stark contrast in our height and weight sent a thrill down my spine. It felt like a doll trapped in the grasp of a beast. My breath fanned against her trembling lips, and I could feel the way she quivered beneath me. Utterly trapped. Her inexperience was obvious, and it only fueled the hunger cour

The morning sunlight spilled through the grand windows of the Virelli mansion, painting the dining hall in golden warmth. Sofia had barely managed to calm herself after yesterday’s events. No matter how hard she couldn’t shake off how he ogled her during last night’s celebratory dinner. His gaze was intense, unwavering and burning like a mark she couldn’t wipe away. She touched her lips and a cold shiver ran through her as she recalled how his lips moved against hers, demanding and dominant. No matter how terrifying he had become, her foolish heart still reacted to him. She could have pushed him away but she just couldn’t. She was sure that kiss was not meant for her because at first Luca thought she was just a new maid. She had heard about his reputation of being a playboy. He was also cruel, heartless and dangerous. But why does this realization hurt her so much? Her chest tightened with an ache she couldn’t put into words. She was almost sure this was just her childish infa

Luca’s POV The door opened slowly. Sofia stood in the doorway in a way that managed to be both an entrance and a near exit simultaneously — one hand on the door handle, body angled slightly as though she hadn’t fully committed to being here. She was in different clothes than dinner. Dark loose trousers and a simple top, hair down, and she was looking at him with an expression he was beginning to recognize as her default around him — composed, careful, and doing a great deal of work to remain both. “Sofia, the situation at the boutique today,” he said. Her expression shifted. Closed slightly. “Valentina told you.” “I had someone with you.” A pause. He watched her process this — the particular quality of her stillness when something surprised her and she was deciding how to respond to the surprise. “You had someone following us,” she said. “Watching. Not following.” “That’s a very fine distinction.” “It’s an accurate one. I do it whenever any of them go out. I

The house felt different now Not visibly. Not to anyone else. But to Sofia… everything had changed. Every hallway felt narrower. Every glance felt heavier. Every silence… louder. And Luca? He didn’t hide it anymore. Not completely. It started subtly. A hand at the small of her back when they passed each other in the hallway—brief, almost accidental… but not quite. The stolen kisses in the hallway when no one was looking. The midnight summons and sleeping in his room then sneaking back to her room before anyone wakes up in the house. A look held a second too long when no one else was paying attention. A quiet “Stay close” murmured under his breath if they stepped out for any event as family. Possessive. Controlled. But unmistakable. Sofia felt it everywhere. And it made her pulse race in a way she couldn’t explain… or stop. That evenin