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

After hanging out with my friends, I arrived back home and sensed an improvement in my mood. My mind was no longer as scattered or consumed by deep contemplation as it had been before. Marco's profound sadness, which I witnessed that night, had been troubling me. Although I was eager to uncover the cause, I recognized the importance of respecting Marco's readiness to share or not.Regarding the matter of having children, we could defer discussing it to a later occasion. It's possible that Marco has already made a decision and is currently committed to it. However, it remains probable that he might change his stance in the future. We just need to wait for the right moment to broach the topic again.I found myself in Marco's study room, which he often used as his workspace when he wasn't in the office. Although I knew he wouldn't be returning home anytime soon due to his heavy workload, I already yearned for his presence. The thought of calling him and expressing my desire crossed my mi

When I arrived home, Marco was still not there. Heading to the bedroom, I settled in to wait for his return. Restlessness washed over me as the minutes ticked by, leaving me to ponder his inexplicable absence. Despite my contemplation, I couldn't conjure a plausible explanation for his actions.If Carson's suspicions were valid and his absence was indeed due to me, the question lingered: why? Our paths had never crossed, and we had never engaged in any meaningful interactions before. His recent display of kindness towards me felt out of character.Right on schedule, at five o'clock, Marco finally arrived. As the door swung open, our fleeting eye contact revealed starkly contrasting emotions. For him, it seemed like just another ordinary day, but for me, everything had changed.As he entered the bathroom, it took only a few moments before he emerged, making his way towards the walk-in closet. He appeared without his shirt, revealing a physique that would have normally captivated me. Bu

I have a scheduled session with Dr. Alessandra today. Our discussions cover various topics, even those that are not necessarily traumatic for me. Sometimes we delve into challenging moments in my life, while other times we focus on happier experiences. However, one topic we have yet to explore is my childhood.I provided her with some background information about my childhood. Like many others, I experienced a difficult period following my mother's death when my father caused me harm. This is the extent of what I have shared with Dr. Alessandra thus far. Prior to that, I hadn't revealed much because, to be honest..."You look incredible, Maddie. Your happiness is palpable, and your radiant smile is a testament to that. During our last conversation, you were stressed due to issues with your husband. I assume you have resolved those matters?""Absolutely!" I exclaimed joyfully. Our relationship has truly flourished, and I recently discovered that Marco feels the same way too. The though

I was taken aback by their final statement. Did my father really kill Mama? How could this be? I glanced at Marco, but he remained fixated on my father as the police escorted him away. But Mama passed away from an illness, right? Wasn't that the truth? Did it mean that my suspicions about my father were correct?The weight of this realization hit me, and I instinctively covered my mouth."What? I never killed Olivia! I would never hurt my wife!"I observed my father's resistance as the police guided him out of Marco's office. It was hard to comprehend as he vehemently denied any involvement in Mama's death."I am innocent! I did not cause Olivia's death! I am the one being wronged here! Why are you arresting me?" My father's words were directed at Marco. "Moretti, you're a heartless monster! You hold me captive without any evidence! Release me! I am innocent..."His plea was abruptly cut short as the office door shut.The room fell into silence, and I remained in a state of shock, eve

The next morning, as I woke up, I realized Marco was no longer beside me. My instinct told me he had probably left for work. But there was a heaviness weighing on me, the residue of the conversation we had the previous night. I was grateful that he had opened up to me, allowing me a glimpse into the painful memories he carried. However, it also saddened me deeply to think that such a tragic event had shaped his childhood.To imagine a young child, barely ten years old, compelled to witness the murder of his own grandparents - it was beyond comprehension. The sheer brutality and trauma inflicted upon him remains unimaginable.Despite our different upbringings, the experience of watching loved ones perish right before your eyes, especially when they sacrificed themselves to protect you, leaves a profound scar. I wish I could have conveyed to Marco that he bears no blame for what occurred. But the truth is, no matter how many reassurances I offer, he continues to shoulder the burden of g