All Chapters of His Darkest Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The loud beeping of machines and the buzzing of the room filled Eliana’s head as she fluttered her eyes open. She couldn’t make out the place she was in, but she knew it was definitely a hospital. The air smelled of antiseptic and something metallic. She felt someone touch her hand. She tried moving her fingers, but they wouldn’t move. They felt dead. She tried to open her eyes wider to see their faces, but her eyes wouldn’t cooperate. They ached so badly, deep inside, the pain spreading around her eyes and temples. Her eyes slowly closed shut against the insurmountable pain in her body and around her eyes and temples. ** The steady, high-pitched beeping of something cut through the fog in Eliana’s head. A machine hissed and clicked in a slow rhythm. Voices murmured above her, talking, but it sounded far away in her memory. They were speaking too quickly for her to catch, their voices low, like they were scared she would hear them. Eliana tried to open her eyes to see the peo

Eliana’s eyelids slowly parted, but she didn’t look anywhere, only staring at the white ceiling. Tears rolled uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. Cesare watched her from across the room. Then he slowly walked over to her side and stood beside her bed. Three days. Three days of watching her with her eyes closed, of not being able to look into those blue eyes of hers. He licked his lips, not knowing what to say, but he knew he had to say something. Then Eliana turned her eyes towards him, and their gazes locked. “How—” “I was abused by your father.” She said. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, words failing him. His gaze moved between her eyes, and he saw the tears gathering in them. They streamed down her face. “I was abused by your father, Cesare, while living at the estate back in New York. He beat me up and tried to… tried to… so many times—” He understood what she meant by tried to. Her voice was scratchy, then cracked. Cesare immediatel

Everything was already on the plane: their suitcases and bags. His father's body was in New York, and Eliana had recovered enough to fly out after being transferred there. Cesare stared down at his phone. Andrea was at one of their casinos, where his uncle was currently shouting about how he was the next Capo. It wasn't true. Ciro could never be the Capo, but it still made Cesare angry that he was causing a scene in New York, right at one of his casinos. “What's the situation down there now?” Cesare asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His jet was waiting, but he wanted to make this call before leaving. No one should know he was on his way back. "People are hollering at him." Cesare gritted his teeth. Of course, the Camorra was like that. "You—" "He just said the drinks and everything are on the house." "Fuck." A fucking liability, that was what his uncle was. This was going to cost them a lot. Their casinos were expensive to run, and the drinks were top-n

Fuck Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!! The only person capable of doing something like this was Ciro and at the funeral of Cesare’s father and his brother. Cesare moved faster than Eliana could process. He locked one arm around her waist and pulled her down behind a row of chairs. Another shot rang out, then another. Glass shattered somewhere near the entrance, followed by more breaking glass around the hall. People scrambled, ducking and running, knocking over flower stands in their haste to escape. Men in black suits drew their weapons. Ciro's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding, but Cesare couldn't make out what he was saying. What the fuck did he have to say? This was clearly orchestrated by him. What a damn bastard. Cesare drew his gun from his waistband and gripped it tightly. Andrea wasn’t here. His soldiers were around but he couldn’t trust anyone with Eliana. But himself. However he needed someone to take Eliana to safety while he dealt with whoever had

CONTINUATION RECOLLECTION OF AGE SEVENTEEN That day was Monday and the next was Tuesday, then Wednesday. Monday was the intended day Eliana had planned to travel and start her vacation for her birthday. Yet Mr. Accardi had said nothing. He avoided her, and she too avoided everyone like the plague they were. Eliana was in her room. She couldn’t go to school today. Her phone was blowing up with calls from her friends. It was a private school for rich kids which he had put her in. The girls were eager to go. Their parents didn’t care, and some of their parents weren’t even at home to question them. Yet Mr. Accardi didn’t want her to go for the trip. She could sneak out, but he was ready to trace her wherever she went and bring her back, which was the last thing she wanted. Her door burst open and she turned her head to see who it was. It was exactly who she had been waiting for to come look for her. She hadn’t come down for breakfast. The housekeeper must have tattled on her