《The Don’s Secret Obsession 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

Two weeks had passed since Sofia’s kidnapping — fourteen agonizing days that felt like an eternity carved out of hell itself. The Virelli estate had become a pressure cooker of fear, frustration, and barely contained violence. The war room, once a hub of calculated strategy, now resembled a tomb of broken hopes. Empty whiskey bottles lined the edges of the table. Cigarette butts filled ashtrays. The air was thick with despair, the sharp scent of alcohol, and the tension of men who no longer knew how to speak without triggering an explosion. Luca was barely recognizable — and even more dangerous than before. He had lost nearly fifteen pounds, his once powerful frame now gaunt beneath his rumpled black shirt. Dark stubble covered his jaw, unkempt and rough. His eyes — those sharp, commanding eyes that once struck fear into enemies — were sunken, shadowed by sleepless nights and endless torment. He sat hunched over the table, a half-empty glass of whiskey dangling from hi

Unknown POV Many years ago, long before the current generation of power players entered the world, a young Italian woman from a respected family found herself drawn into a dangerous romance that would echo through decades. She was barely twenty years old, the daughter of a family with deep roots in the Italian underworld. Spirited and intelligent, she had always chafed against the strict expectations placed upon her. While other girls in her circle were groomed for advantageous marriages within the traditional networks, she craved something more exciting, more passionate. She believed she could navigate the world on her own terms. That belief led her to Sergei Kuzmin. Sergei was older, in his early thirties, and already carving out a name for himself as the rising Pahkan of a Russian faction that operated on the edges of the city’s territories. He was charismatic, with sharp features and an intensity that made people pay attention. Their first meeting happened at a neutral

The Virelli estate felt unnaturally quiet in the early morning hours. Elena paced the length of the grand living room, her silk robe trailing behind her like a ghost. Every few minutes she glanced at the encrypted phone on the coffee table, willing it to ring. The silence clawed at her nerves. She had sent her husband and sons into battle against a ghost from her own past, and the guilt was suffocating. Valentina sat on the edge of the sofa, watching her mother with worried eyes. The young woman had tried everything — making tea, offering reassuring words, even suggesting they pray together — but nothing eased the tension radiating from Elena. “Mamma, please sit down,” Valentina said softly, reaching for her hand. “They’ll be okay. Luca is the strongest person I know. They’ll bring Sofia home.” Elena stopped pacing for a moment, squeezing her daughter’s fingers, but her gaze remained distant. “You don’t understand, Valentina. There are things… things I should have told

This Chapter Contains Mature Sexual Content. Please Skip If You Are Not Comfortable. The private hospital room was quiet except for the soft beeping of monitors. Dante slipped inside just after midnight, his clothes still carrying the faint scent of gunpowder and blood from the raid. Giovanni was sitting up in bed, looking stronger than he had in weeks, though pain still etched lines around his eyes. Dante crossed the room and kissed him briefly, a desperate, exhausted press of lips. “We got her back,” he said without preamble. “Sofia. She’s alive.” Giovanni’s face lit up for a moment, but Dante’s expression stopped him. “What happened?” “She’s in a coma. Severe trauma, infection, dehydration. Apparently, she was pregnant with twins. We lost one of them. The surviving one is hanging on, but it’s critical.” Dante sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. “And… we have Bianca. She’s locked in one of our cells

Sofia sat propped up against the hospital pillows, the afternoon sunlight casting a gentle glow across the room. She was growing stronger each day, though her body still ached and fatigue lingered. Luca sat beside her on the bed, one arm wrapped carefully around her shoulders, his large hand resting protectively over her stomach. “I still remember the day papà brought me home,” Sofia whispered, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “I was seven. Scared, quiet, with nothing but the clothes on my back. I didn’t know how to fit into a family like yours.” Luca’s expression softened with deep regret. He pressed a tender kiss to her temple. “I was jealous,” he admitted quietly. “When my parents adopted you, suddenly everyone’s attention shifted. You were this fragile, beautiful thing who needed protecting. I was cold to you at first because I didn’t know how to handle the way you made me feel. Even then — even when you were just my foster sister — something