All Chapters of A Touch of Madness: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I swallowed a sleeping pill as I finished cleaning myself, and lay down on the bed. Ace was already there, my mom also sleeping by his side. Not wanting to wake them up, I moved up the bed slowly. Sighing heavily, I looked up at the faces of the two of them. My father, my mother, Belle-even though we were in a tense period-and Ace... I loved them so much. I love them so much that I don't want anything bad to happen to them.Sebastian's arrival was torture enough, coupled with his behavior that almost bankrupted my father's company, it put us on the edge.Sebastian was already freely toying with us at his fingertips because he wanted his son with him, for the weapon that would allow him to gain power, starting with the terrible doctrines he would give Ace. Ace...He was just an innocent, pure boy who was enthusiastic and curious about the world at the age of four.Obviously, children can be indoctrinated or influenced by the things around them without knowing whether it is good or ba

I clutched the thick folder in my hand tightly, feeling the weight of the decision I had just made. My signature and the drop of my blood sealed the agreement that bound me deeper to the Cosa Nostra. The agreement was not just a piece of paper but a symbol of the immense responsibility now resting on my shoulders. As I entered Rikkard's office, anxiety and tension wrapped around my heart.Rikkard looked at me from behind his desk, his sharp eyes as always, but this time there was a hint of softness in them. "Isabella, you have taken a very important step," he said with a voice that was heavy yet understanding.I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. "I signed the agreement," I said, handing him the folder. He opened it, examining the document filled with my signature and blood seal.Rikkard nodded slowly, his eyes meeting mine with deep meaning. "With this, you are officially the Donna of the Cosa Nostra. You have vast power and great responsibility. Just like your great-grandmothe

My head is still foggy about the nonsense he threw at me two days ago. About the divorce papers that he didn't sign. About the fact that I was still his wife.. for the five years we were separated. I can't believe it. I don't want to believe any of it.Sebastian Sanchez is the most cunning man who uses anything to make me suffer. He.. he just says nonsense things. If I'm still his wife.. why can't Reina be his wife too? I'm not sure if he has two wives, and.. what about Reina.. she's pregnant. If it wasn't Reina he was referring to as his wife in his conversation with his assistant, then who? He clearly said kids, while I only have one.I sighed. My head was so spinning. I bent my knees and hugged them, burying my head in the folds and staring at the window that revealed the morning rain.Two days passed, and I was still in the dark cocoon Sebastian had given me.Two days under his power.He entangled me, touched my body with his burning hands, punished me with the passion he had, an

I looked up at Sebastian standing in front of the door. His face was so stern and sharp, but something was withering there, like a feeling that he was trying to suppress and didn't want to be seen by others.Snow was falling in the courtyard of my grandfather's house. It became the background of the cold aura of the person in front of me.My heart crumbled. There was something there. A deep disappointment in him. "You flew from Madrid to Milan just to be quiet?" I asked, my throat so sore because I'd spent the night of the week in the first month of our separation crying in my room. I'd also been crying again lately because of those damn pregnancy hormones that made me miss him. My soundproof room allowed me to sob loudly and without worrying that my parents would hear.My broken heart still beats. It was still there. Still for him. A fall that I didn't want and regretted. Now, I'd rather choose an offer to marry a bald and fat rich man than a Cassanova like him. A dangerous heartbre

I looked at the several nurses who were busy in my room. Some were checking the IV, touching my stomach, standing while holding medicines, carrying trays of food, and putting them on the table.I was still lying on the bed, and only confusion ran through me. They were... too attentive, and it seemed to be because of the orders from the man outside the room who was still talking to the female doctor who examined me earlier.I sighed softly. How many times do I have to go to the hospital? I recall being under the doctor's care three times during my reunion with Sebastian. This was really annoying.""We'll be excused. Have a good rest, Mrs. Sanchez." One of the nurses said. "Hope you ate your lunch, Mrs. Sanchez."I just blinked and nodded slowly. What is this... why aren't they telling me the results of the examination they've been doing. And I should have asked.Snorting, I returned to my comfortable position. Lying on my side on the bed, and slowly so that my IV wouldn't come off. I