All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

HilaShe sat in the half-empty room, the bottle of rum before her, drained with just a few drops remaining.Running a hand through her short black hair, she swore as the tears welled up in her eyes. Drink always made her weak, causing the memories she had stifled with a strong hand, to rise to the surface and plague her.She sniffled and stood up, swaying slightly as she made her way to the cupboard and took out another bottle. Her secret stash, to be used in emergencies, she had told herself, lips twisting contemptuously. Who was she kidding anyway?With unsteady hands, Hila poured herself another large drink.Alcohol was supposed to make you forget things, wasn’t it? Then why did she remember everything with such clarity when she had only been trying to forget those terrible incidents?Staggering to her feet again, she swore loudly as she looked around the near-bare room, void of anything that could trace her. This was what her life had become; that of a ghost, a shadow, living out

ProserpinaThat night, as I sat before the mirror after a bath, brushing out my hair, I caught Lucien’s eye as he emerged, towelling his body. He had resumed going to the gym and I strongly suspected that he was also going to the boxing arena to fight. But I did not ask because it would invariably become a sore point between us and I was tired, thoroughly sick of the discontent around us.There were wars that I could win if I carefully sidestepped the smaller battles.He came and stood behind me and I watched his reflection, the powerful muscles rippling as he moved, thinking with the now familiar weakness growing in my belly, reminding me that I was already longing to have him claim me, inspite of being well into my pregnancy now.‘How much I loved this man…’He looked up and met my eyes in the mirror, a glint of something in his eyes. Then with a sudden movement; he bent down and nipped my shoulder, pulling my robe off my shoulder, his hot mouth moving to my neck, grazing the skin l

RiaThe Capo had come around to her side of the vehicle and lifted her down easily although she made a show of trying to get down on her own. But then she gave up; landing face first on the snow was not an enticing prospect.His touch was impersonal; he could have been hoisting a sack of potatoes to the ground for all the emotion he showed, she thought crossly as he slammed the door behind her and checked to see if the door had slammed shut. Satisfied that the Hummer was locked, he turned to her, eyes hidden behind his hand crafted Matsuda winter sunglasses. She knew that they were made and assembled in Japan, hand crafted, a skill passed down from generations. She knew all this because she had once gone shopping for winter sunglasses with her twin and they had picked up a pair for Pappa. Of course, his had been super cool, super expensive but the twins had cheerfully bought it for the man who ran the Mob with an iron hand. Those glasses had been a serious power statement, while Piers

RiaShe was speechless as she looked into the hard black eyes. He was close, too close for comfort and she stood up, meaning to move away. But it only brought her against his broad chest and she swallowed, choosing to sit down instead hurriedly.“Wha...What...do you mean?’ she croaked, abandoning all attempts to put up a brave front.He smiled, just a small movement of his lips and it was not even a smile, she thought as she heard herself breathing loudly. Philippe moved to stand before her and then, he tugged at her upper arms, pulling her to her feet.Ria had taken off her jacket as it was warm inside the room. The beanie she had on was also discarded although Philippe felt that it made her look adorably cute. The classic denim and boots look with distressed jeans and camel-coloured boots with stole and beanie cap, with the cashmere stole added to the style quotient perfectly. Ria always wore her favourite tan-coloured waistcoat with this look to get that extra warmth, all of which

Disbelieving.That was the look on his face, the dark, hard planes gleaming in the dim light they had left on.The look of blank shock on his face goaded her. Rearing up, the Delano arrogance asserting itself again, her expression stormy, Ria sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest to hide her nakedness as she spat at him, demanding furiously,“It’s not a crime, you know, Mister Capo, to want to not throw your virginity away on any random guy!’He shook his head, staring at her, a hand raking his hair. The Capo had a shocked look, his long hair falling around the strong face as he absorbed what she had just revealed.*Ria was a virgin? But he had seen her with many young men, the sons of rich industrialists, As he tried to make sense of what she was saying, her voice brought him back.“… Mr Hardy has kept me happy.’ She pouted mutinously at him.Suddenly jealous and enraged, he grabbed her hair as he almost fell over her and she cried out in pain and anger at his gesture“Quit mauli