The Italian Obsession Novels & Stories

Charles adjusted himself well before settling down to business. The image of Hailey kept popping into his head and he stopped working. He placed his hand on his forehead and inhaled deeply. "Who exactly are you?" He muttered. No matter how much he thinks about it, the fact that she's proven hard to get makes him crave her the more. And once he wants something, he must surely get it. **** HOURS LATER*** The door suddenly flings open loudly, Charles frowned but when he saw Mr Monterio with Celine behind him, he needed no soothsayer to tell him what they were here for.

“Let’s just work on the project. Romeo and Juliet, right?” He groaned. “God, not that one. Can we pick anything else? Wuthering Heights, maybe? Something where they destroy each other with passion and rage instead of poison and teenage melodrama.” I smiled despite myself. “You’re oddly poetic for a guy who looks like he doesn’t believe in love.” He leaned closer, the grin gone. “I don’t. But I believe in obsession.” Something in my stomach twisted. Dangerous. That’s what he was. All warning signs, and I was already ignoring them.

"Give me one more." "No." "Why not?" "Because I can't survive losing you again." "You won't lose me again." "I already lost you." "Jane, you left me." "You left me first." "When?" "When you chose Amanda." "I chose wrong." "Yes, you did." "I won't choose wrong again." " "Because I'm here. Because I followed you to Italy. Because I'm fighting for you." "Or because you're obsessed with me." "I'm in love with you." "Love and obsession look the same sometimes."

In less than ten minutes, they will be here. “Who are those fuckers? The Italians?! Is Alessio mad because of the little gifts we sent him recently?” I asked as I focused on shooting the tires of the cars behind us and cursed when it seemed impossible. This must be them. They didn’t like the gifts we sent them. I sent them some pictures of their man and might have sent a couple of organs as well. I mean, I wanted to tell them that they don’t need to worry and he is already dead. There was no need to search for him.

With a smirk in his face Alexander said"Hi gyus how are you two? Its so bad that you two didnt even got any time to celebrate your victory.And here you are in my base getting tortured by me " Alexander got up from his chair and said while moving near to them"Did you think you and your boss could kill me so easily?".He was very angry on his enemy Robert Qu.He dare to send his men to kill him.What does he think he is. when the two men saw that Alexander was very angry they started shivering.They heard that he is a moster who kills people without blinking his eye.They regreted taking a task to kill the king of underworld.

The Obsession Begins. It was a quiet evening in Milan. Dante had just finished a high-stakes business meeting when he spotted her at the hotel bar. Izzy Romano. The woman who had unknowingly captured his attention for months. She wasn’t like the others. There was something about her—her serious demeanor, her quiet strength, the way she carried herself with dignity and poise. Dante couldn’t stay away. When their eyes met across the room, something clicked. A force he couldn’t explain pulled him toward her, and before he knew it, they were talking, the world around them fading into the background.

Liam chimed in. Tony's face brightened. "You two grow taller every time I blink." They laughed and ran to their room. The living room had the scent of her latest fragrance experiments. Tony stayed calm— eyes closed inhaling the fragrance. Tony leaned forward slightly, like he was weighed down with something. "Audrey... there's something I want to let you know." She looked at him, tense and curious. "Go ahead." He sighed, rubbing his neck. "I...I....I think I like someone. But before going further. I just need to know and be sure I'm not stepping on any emotions you might have for me."

The eyes of a man who played human emotions the way a musician plays an instrument. "You're wondering if you matter," Dante said. "If our marriage is real, if my feelings for you are genuine, or if I've been orchestrating you too." I couldn't speak. "The answer," Dante said, "is both. I do love you, beyond words Aria. " "Luca," I whispered. "Is he.." Dante's expression softened slightly. "Yes. he's also my son and i love him to death. And for him, I would burn the world. That's the difference between love and obsession, Aria. I'm obsessed with Luca. I love you."

I’m staring at the photo on the screen. I would be lying if I said he didn’t cross my mind in the past month but I started to forget what he looked like. Now the memories flood back in. His face is unsmiling here but he still looks handsome. I read the news crawl. He’s Diego Santoro, millionaire businessman. I’ve heard that name before, wealthy beyond imagination and rumored to be part of the mafia. What the hell have I gotten myself into?