All Chapters of The Don's Obsession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A few days had passed since our argument, and I noticed I wasn’t clinging to Marco the way I used to. I wasn’t sure how to show affection without some kind of resolution, and I could feel myself pulling back a little.At home, I was sitting in front of the TV, staring at the screen but not really paying attention. The movie was a romance—something I usually liked—but it didn’t hit the same way today.Suddenly, my phone started ringing. I didn’t bother checking who it was, just picked it up and said, “Hello…” I thought it was either Marco or one of my friends, but when I heard a man’s voice, my eyes went wide.“Maddie?”Oh crap. It was Carson!I quickly glanced around to make sure no one was around to overhear. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. I had nothing to hide, but talking to Carson could definitely make Marco jealous, and I wasn’t in the mood for another fight."Why did you call?" I purposely left out his name, trying to keep things neutral.“Can we talk in person?” Carson a

Marco lay back on the bed while I got up. I ran my hand along him and took him into my mouth again before switching positions—something we hadn’t tried since Marco was usually in control."I want to sit on you," I said, even though I knew my face was probably turning red.I positioned myself and lowered onto him, looking up as I started grinding, aiming to give us both pleasure. When I felt ready, I slowly took him in.Being on top was totally different—I had complete control of my movements. Marco held onto my hips, and even though he was below me, he began to thrust. He kissed my lips passionately, even biting them gently.“If only you could see how sexy you look right now,” he murmured as I moaned and rocked back and forth. “I want to remember this forever,” he added before kissing me again.I moaned when Marco stopped my movements by gripping my waist, and though he was still beneath me, he started thrusting again.“Marco… Marco…” I called his name as he moved, holding his head so

When we got home, I went straight to our bedroom. Marco must've noticed I was quiet, but he didn't bother me. I needed some time alone because my mind was racing with a million thoughts.I got into bed, and Marco pulled me close, offering some comfort just by being there. I held onto his hand, trying to find reassurance in the dark, desperate not to feel alone.After a while, I couldn’t take the silence anymore, so I asked, "Marco, what was your conversation with Dr. Alessandra about earlier?" My voice betrayed how much I wanted answers.I could feel Marco's breath on the back of my neck as he answered, "Don't worry about it. It wasn’t anything important—"Before he could finish, I turned to face him in the dim light. "Is it possible that my father's abuse didn’t start after Mama passed away? Could he have been hurting us before she died? And what about Mama—could he have caused her death, instead of it being an illness?"This thought had been haunting me for a while now. Could it be t

That evening, I passed along Papa’s message to Marco. He reassured me, saying he'd make sure nothing bad would happen and that Papa wouldn’t escape justice. He promised he’d make sure Papa didn’t get away with anything."You know, I used to pray for freedom from Papa’s abuse. And now that he’s locked up, I still can’t seem to find peace. Even though I know he can't hurt me anymore, his presence still lingers, like a shadow haunting me." I paused, the weight of my words sinking in. "It’s just part of my trauma, I guess. If you’ve been through a lifetime of pain, it’s hard to imagine how deep it goes. Even with therapy, some memories are just too hard to erase."Marco pulled me into a gentle hug, our hands locking together as he softly rubbed my thumb. A smile crept onto my face. It still felt surreal to know he loved me. It felt like something out of a dream."We all carry our own scars, Maddie. If you haven’t been through trauma, then consider yourself lucky. A lot of people tend to do

I felt really down after hearing the news. The first thing that came to mind was, “When are you leaving?” I didn’t want to ask, but I had to know. Renzo and Lucille had grown close to me, and now Renzo was suddenly leaving. “How long will you be gone?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Renzo gave me a reassuring look. “I’ll still come back as your guard, Ma’am. I just don’t know how long this job will take.”Not knowing when he’d return made me feel even worse. “That’s too bad, Renzo,” I said honestly.I leaned back in my office chair, feeling a wave of sadness. Renzo gave me a small, reserved smile. “Take care, Ma’am Maddie. Until next time.”And just like that, he was gone. Now, I have Carter and Finley as my new guards—and to be honest, I don’t like them much. Part of it is because Marco trusted Renzo so much, and the other part is... well, these two are just intimidating. Sure, Renzo could be intense too, but at least I was used to him.One day, I turned to Lucille and asked