All Chapters of The Don's Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Everything I thought I knew about Marco and our relationship just crumbled. It hit me hard. I ended up wandering into the walk-in closet, surrounded by my stuff, and the idea of leaving crossed my mind. Maybe I didn’t belong here anymore. But then, where would I even go?Going back to Papa’s place? Yeah, that crossed my mind, but I knew it’d only mess me up more. I didn’t know what to do. Should I really leave? The thing is, I couldn’t even feel anything for Marco anymore—it was like leaving wouldn’t make any difference to him.“I don’t think it’d matter if I left,” I told him with a tired smile. “You could just replace me, right? If I disappeared or something happened to me, you’d have no problem finding someone else. You even said I was replaceable.”I avoided his eyes again. I wasn’t seriously planning to leave, but I started packing a few things anyway—maybe I could crash at Sophia’s for a while.“And where do you think you’re going? Back to your father’s?” he asked.The second he

Confused, I frowned as I stood up and gathered my things. I left our workspace and took the elevator up to the upper floor, where the CEO’s office was. I had no idea why Marco wanted to talk to me. Normally, I never even had the chance to interact with the CEO. If anything work-related came up, our manager handled it.“Excuse me, Ma’am Maddie?” A younger woman, probably younger than me, greeted me politely. “I’m Mr. Moretti’s secretary, Penelope. He’s expecting you.”She led me to Marco’s office, matching her pace with mine. She knocked softly on the door, and I heard Marco’s voice call out, giving permission to enter.I’d been to Papa’s office a bunch of times, so I was familiar with how these things were set up. But as I walked in, my eyes went straight to Marco, sitting in his chair, buried in a stack of papers. Then I noticed his nameplate right on his desk:Marcantonio L. Moretti, JD, MCA, MBA, LCB - CEO.We’d been married for a few months, but I’d never really thought about his e

"When did my father tell you about taking over as CEO?" I asked, meeting his eyes. He had that usual cold expression on his face—something that used to scare me. But over time, I’d gotten used to it. Marco could be ruthless with others, especially if he saw them as threats, but with me, it felt different. I couldn’t be sure, but there was something in the way he acted toward me.I didn’t think he had feelings for me or was capable of any real emotions. That didn’t seem like him, and honestly, I was okay with that. What mattered was how he saw me and how safe I felt when he was around. He had a way of calming my emotions, almost like Poseidon taming a storm."He said I’d take over once I married you," he replied.I nodded. Back then, our finances were in a bad place because of a bad investment my father made. He needed me to marry fast so someone could step in and take over the failing company. It was just a marriage of convenience. The family I was supposed to marry into, the Jenkins,

I got up from my chair, feeling like I should explore the venue and maybe chat with some people. I ended up at the bar, trying to decide which cocktail to get. As I was thinking, I overheard a bit of a conversation."Could it be Walter Arellano's daughter?" an unfamiliar voice wondered.Those words stopped me right in my tracks, and I forgot all about my drink."Oh my God! I heard her dad traded her to the Jenkins family, and when the Jenkins went broke, they sold her off to the Morettis. Desperate move, but I guess it makes sense since their company was basically falling apart," the speaker added, sounding kind of sorry about it.I clenched my jaw, purposely avoiding eye contact. I wasn’t about to let them see that they’d gotten under my skin. They clearly wanted to throw my father’s dirty laundry in my face, but I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction."They’re lucky she’s so pretty. At least Attorney Davide Moretti was okay with his son marrying someone like her, even with her

I was lounging on the sunbed by the pool when I called out for Lucille. Violet, with no classes today, took the chance to enjoy a swim. Lucille came over to join me at the sunbed while Renzo stayed inside. Since I preferred hanging out indoors, not many of my staff were around me, just a few of my guards scattered around the house.I took a sip of my pineapple juice and turned to Lucille. "How long have you been working for Marco?" I asked, curious."I’ve been with the Moretti family for a long time, Ma’am. I practically grew up with them," Lucille said with a warm smile. "My parents worked for Sir Davide, and when they passed, the Morettis stepped in. They took care of me, made sure I got an education—especially Sir Marco."I rested my chin on my hand, listening closely as she continued."I used to think of Sir Marco and Renzo like older brothers. But everything changed when Sir Marco was chosen to take over the family business. He was already a little distant, but after that, he beca