Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Claim: A Mafia King’s Obsession.: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Nadia’s POVI don’t see Lorenzo the next morning. I don’t see him the morning after that either. At first, I tell myself that’s what I wanted.He told me to get out of his room, and I did. He didn’t come after me. He didn’t send a guard to drag me back. He didn’t knock on my door in the middle of the night. For two days, Lorenzo totally ignores me. I should be grateful.Instead, I keep looking for him. I hate that about myself. I hate that I feel the mansion is too large when he isn’t in it. There are too many corridors, too many rooms, too many places where I can hear footsteps and immediately wonder if they’re his. But they never are.I move into the room above the master suite. It’s smaller than the suite Lorenzo forced me to share with him, but I prefer it. It’s just as exquisite as the suite and there’s a balcony overlooking the rear gardens.Most importantly, there is a lock. I check it twice the first night. Then a third time before I go to bed.I don’t know what I’m expecti

Nadia’s POVFor several days, I move through the mansion like a ghost. I walk through the corridors that are usually empty.I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner in my suite. And I spend most of my time in my bedroom . It’s not because anyone ordered me to stay there.It’s because I’m tired. Tired of being watched.Tired of wondering whether Lorenzo is going to appear around the next corner.Tired of pretending that his silence doesn’t hurt. He avoids me. Completely.If he’s in the dining room, I don’t see him. If I’m in the library, he chooses another room. I once heard his voice behind a closed office door and I stopped. My hand reaches toward the handle.Then I remember his fingers around my throat an i lose every zeal to see him.Maybe this is better. Maybe this is exactly what I need. Distance. Every evening, I ask myself why I keep waiting for him to come to me.He nearly killed me. His mother hates me. His enemies want me dead. And yet, every time I hear his car sound outside, some

Nadia’s POV“What do you think you are doing?”I freeze instantly, my body trembling from pure shock. My blood runs entirely cold. Lorenzo. Alex’s gaze remains fixed on the doorway, his expression twisting from anger to fear.I see Lorenzo standing in the doorway. His face is empty. Not angry. And that is what frightens me most.Viktor is nowhere in sight. Lorenzo’s eyes move from Alex’s body hovering over me, his filthy hand on my leg and to the knife lying several feet away.His gaze then flickers to my face, a darker edge settling over his expression.Alex releases me immediately as Lorenzo takes one step inside. I immediately spring up from the floor, dragging my nightwear down to cover my exposed legs.Alex gets to his feet, I can see the fear written on his face. “You.”Lorenzo’s gaze doesn’t leave him. “I warned you to stay away from her.”Alex laughs. “You cut off my arm.”Lorenzo doesn’t blink. “I regret that… I should have done worse.”My heart stops as Alex’s face twists.

Nadia’s POVThe master suite is beautiful in a way that makes me hate and despise it.Everything is expensive. Silk curtains. Heavy sheets. Gold details everywhere I look. It should feel luxurious, but all I can think about is how trapped I am .I lie awake, staring at the ceiling while the clock slowly drags toward morning. Lorenzo had forced me into his bed and then left me there alone.His scent still clings to the room. Sandalwood. Tobacco. That expensive cologne he always wears, and I hate that I can recognize it so easily.Every little sound outside the door makes me tense. A footstep. A creak. The faint movement of one of the guards.I can’t relax. I keep thinking about Alex.I have no idea what Lorenzo has done to him after dragging him downstairs, but I already know it couldn’t have been good.I throw off the covers and head to the door, taking the hallway that leads downstairs. I am already halfway when I hear a sound, I pause in my tracks.A heavy metal door slams somewhere

Nadia’s POV The first thing I notice is how quiet the car is. Not peaceful. Just quiet. The kind of silence that makes every little sound stand out — the hum of the engine, the tires against the road, the faint click of the turn signal. I sit in the back of the black SUV with my hands wrapped around the strap of my tote bag. I hadn’t realized how tightly I was holding it until my fingers starts to hurt. Beside me, Viktor stares through the windshield, his attention shifting between the road and the mirrors. He has barely spoken since we left the estate. I can’t blame him. Lorenzo has given him one job. Get me to campus. Make sure I stay there. Bring me home. That is it. I look through the tinted window. The gates of the estate are behind us now. For months, those gates has been the first thing I see whenever I wonder how far away I am from freedom. Now they are disappearing behind me. I should have been happy. Instead, I feel strangely nervous. “Thirty minutes,” Viktor s