Semua Bab Her Mafia Stepbrother’s Obsession : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Alessia’s breath caught in her throat. Her fingers tightened around the brass knob, her knuckles turning white as she held onto it as though it could keep her steady. Being so aware of her own body made her panic. She was completely bare beneath his oversized silk shirt, and the thought of it made her feel exposed and helpless. What if he decided to take advantage of her right now? She was trapped inside his private suite, still weak from the fever, with barely enough strength to stand. If he wanted to hurt her, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop him. Cassian slowly unfolded his arms. He took the unlit cigarette from his lips and placed it on the mahogany desk, then he stood. Alessia watched him, her eyes widening as he rose to his full height and walked toward her. His steps were slow, giving her plenty of time to watch him come closer. His pale silver eyes stayed on her, moving over her waist and the silk hanging loosely around her hips. The fabric shifted each time s

Alessia stared up at her mother in confusion, her trembling hand still pressed against her burning, throbbing cheek.She had no idea what she had done wrong this time. She had barely survived the yesterday — enduring a raging fever, escaping Rocco’s predatory hands, and collapsing at Cassian’s feet — only to be dragged into this private study and struck like a dog the second she stepped through the door.“I… I don’t understand, Madre…” she choked out, her voice a frail rasp.Her tear filled eyes drifted past her mother toward the grand mahogany executive desk at the far end of the lavishly decorated study. Don Antonio sat quietly behind the polished wood, his broad hands folded over a thick leather folder. His dark eyes were fixed on her, cold and calculating.“Ha! You fought Rocco! We all saw it! And now, you want to dare deny it? Do you have any idea who he is?!” Elena yelled, her raspy voice rising into a furious screech.She raised her heavily ringed hand again, stepping forward

The West Wing was as silent as a tomb.The servants didn’t move around there like the other parts of the estate — not unless someone had barked a direct order, or a supervisor was hovering nearby while they scrubbed at the stone floors. Nobody wanted to cross paths with Cassian De Rossi. They knew better. Wandering into his domain for no reason was basically asking for trouble, or worse.Cassian lounged behind his enormous mahogany desk in his private study, rolling a fresh cigarette, looking totally unbothered, every movement of his was slow and precise . Across from him, Luca, his right hand lieutenant set down a neat stack of reports — syndicate news, territory scraps, northern shipments. All about business.Two more guards , huge and stone-faced, planted themselves near the double doors. No one, absolutely no one, looked relaxed.Then suddenly , the heavy oak doors flew open with a loud bang, hitting the stone wall so hard it echoed. Don Antonio strode right in, his expression a

Alessia’s head had been spinning ever since the ugly news of her forced marriage to Rocco Prieto became official. She couldn’t think straight at all. Every time she shut her eyes, she saw flashes of Rocco’s rough hands and heard her mother’s cold, smug laughter. That thick, choking panic wouldn’t let go. She hadn’t managed more than an hour or two of sleep in days, if you could even call it that — just restless flailing on her narrow cot, her heart pounding out of her chest. The worst part? She’d spent almost every minute, awake or half asleep, trying to figure out a plan to escape. But even as she did, she knew there was no way out. The De Rossi estate was locked up tight, armed guards everywhere, always watching. She was stuck, with no one to help and nowhere to run.“Alessia.”The voice yanked her back from the edge of her messy thoughts. She spun around and saw Marta, the head housekeeper, shuffling toward her. There was sympathy in the lines of Marta’s tired face.“You’re to s

“Escape?” Marta gasped, her hand flying to her chest. She leaned in close, the words almost too soft to hear. “Alessia, child, that’s — that gets people killed. Don Antonio doesn’t forgive traitors. If you’re caught…”“I have to try, Marta,” Alessia whispered, staring at her hands as they shook in her lap. When she finally looked up, her eyes burned with determination that made Marta’s heart ache. “If I marry Rocco, it’s the end for me. He’ll destroy me. Escape is the only chance I have.”Marta just looked at her, pain written across her face. Ever since Alessia had been brought to the estate, she’d watched her take beatings and cruel words. She’d stood by as Alessia was worked to exhaustion, as her mother ordered her around, as Bianca made her life hell.Marta had always wanted to do more for her, but there was never much she could do against the family. Now, seeing the fear and fight written all over Alessia, Marta made her decision.“This is dangerous,” Marta finally said, her voic