The Italian Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elena's mouth dropped. “He has OLD. Obsessive Love Disorder. Normally, it wasn’t supposed to be an issue but it is. He keeps having the urge to kill himself. So the doctor recommended he should be kept in the hospital…..to be monitored. And….” He swallowed as Elena watch him struggle with the words. “To keep him away from me. The doctor said he might do something to me. So both our lives would be in danger if Rio’s free.” Luca explained. “Oh my God…” Elena gasped. Rio wasn’t just in love with Luca. He was obsessed. She didn’t realize how deep it was.

"Because I don't want someone who wants my money. I want the girl who stood in a rainstorm in London three years ago, crying over a broken statue in a park because she thought no one would fix it." Elena froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. "You were there?" "I was in the car across the street," he said. "I saw your passion. I saw the way you touched the stone. I decided then that I wanted those hands on me." The bluntness of his words made Elena’s breath hitch. She looked down at her plate, her pulse thumping in her throat. "That’s... that’s crazy. You’re obsessed." "Obsession is just another word for knowing what you want," Lorenzo said. He stood up and walked around the table. He stopped

That she had experienced that strange sense of disorientation when Lorenzo De Angelis had looked down at her didn't surprise Phoebe in the slightest. This arrogant Italian billionaire had merely incited a stronger sense of loathing than even his subordinate did. But then he was one of those very earthy guys, the sort who couldn't look at any reasonably attractive woman without wondering what she might be like in bed! Just a pig, like all the men she encountered in the last 5 years.

“She’s going to destroy you, Dante. She’s done it before, and she’ll do it again.” Dante’s grip on the glass tightened, but his expression didn’t change. His eyes remained fixed on the view outside, his mind whirring with thoughts he didn’t care to express. “She won’t,” Dante replied in a cold tone, his voice void of any emotion. “Isla is mine now, Luca. There’s no going back.” Luca stopped pacing, fixing Dante with a hard stare. “You’re too obsessed with her. You think this is love, but it’s nothing but a dangerous obsession. Look at what it’s doing to you. Look at how she’s playing you.”

Vincenzo's voice dropped lower, his eyes smoldering with intensity as he moved even closer, "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how deeply I can wound." I smirked as I leaned in closer too, "Well, Capone, I do love a challenge. Perhaps I'll stick around just to see how deep those wounds can go." Vincenzo's gaze bore into me, his tone a low growl, "You might regret that decision." His gaze flickered over my form and my heart skipped a beat, "You're like me, don't you? You're obsessed, that's why you're here. That's why you are so interested in what I do in my life. That's why you followed me in here."

“You’ve been playing cripple for two years, Damien. Do you really think they’re gonna walk into a trap after this long? Whoever it is, they’ve got patience. Hell, maybe more patience than you.” I swirled the whiskey in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light. “Patience, Sky, is a virtue. And it’s a weapon. You, of all people, should know that.” Skylo leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “Sì, pazienza è una virtù,” he said in Italian, mocking a priest’s voice. “But let’s be real, Damien. This isn’t patience—it’s obsession.” I looked at him, my eyes cold. “They destroyed my family, Sky. They wanted us all dead. I only managed to escape. Obsession doesn’t even begin to cover it.

We all watch her as she walks out. “Well, I get it now,” Gio says, looking at the door, “Your obsession with her.” “Obsession?” Nico says, “What’s this now?” “Our eldest over there hasn’t been honest with you two,” Gio adds. “Come on, Gio,” I say. He continues like I said nothing. “Dante has this weird thing for her. You should see the way he gawks at her from his office tower.” “I don’t gawk.” Nico looks at me like he’s seeing something new. “I never thought you’d be interested in any woman more than just to fuck her.”

’ she unknowingly blurts out again, guess she can’t seem to differentiate a loud whisper from thoughts and he can’t help smiling at how cute that is. Her eyes drop to his nose and the full beards he’s raring that’s almost covering up his mouth, and this further confirms her suspicion when she first heard him speak ‘he is also Italian!’ she says and it sounds more like an irk which is really not what she thinks. She’s been keeping up with Gomorrah, her favourite Italian show and it helps her understand the Italian culture and styles and, most of all, accent. He has heard her and frowns at her words, not wanting to read into them deeply, but doing it anyway and he had let the opinion of someon

"It's just for one night, Tyler. I'll never be yours." *** Upon our arrival in Italy, none of us gave a second thought to the idea that Love in Italy might differ from how we were in America. Back home, we were confined by four walls, and our only demons were those within ourselves. But, in the heart of this new dark world, with cutthroat business rivalries, his past resurfaced, challenging him once more. And this time it attacked harder than it ever could, all because of one person..... Only one person-The greatest opponent, driven by a sick obsession and rivalry, Tyler Ricci, who swore to shatter everything Jacob and I had because he wanted...me.