All Chapters of CEO'S AFFAIR: MAFIA'S OBSESSION: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11Izzy stood frozen in the middle of the room, her chest heaving, her thoughts swirling like a storm. The air felt thicker now, suffocating in its heaviness. Dante’s words echoed in her mind, haunting her with the weight of their meaning. You already are.Her pulse thrummed in her ears, and she felt her hands begin to shake, though she tried to steady them by pressing them into the cool marble of the desk nearby. She needed to think. She needed to find some way out of this—some way to escape the tightening grip Dante had on her life.But the truth was, she didn’t know where to go anymore. The walls of the Vieri estate felt like they were closing in, like a trap she couldn’t outrun. She had always known that Dante was dangerous. But this... this was different. The way he spoke to her, the way he looked at her—it was as though he saw her as nothing more than an object, something to possess, something to control.Izzy closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe, to focus. She co

Chapter 13Izzy paced the room, the soft click of her heels against the marble floor the only sound in the otherwise silent space. Her hands were trembling, though she kept them clenched tightly at her sides to hide it. Dante’s presence was heavy, suffocating, his cold gaze always following her like a shadow. The walls of the Vieri estate seemed to close in around her, their oppressive weight a constant reminder of how trapped she truly was.Her mind raced—thoughts of Maya, the desperate need to see her daughter, to know she was safe, filled her every waking moment. She had to see her.But Dante had made it clear from the moment she stepped foot back into his world that nothing came for free. Every request, every small freedom, had a price, and he wasn’t the type to grant favors without taking something in return.Still, she couldn’t stop herself. She had to ask.Izzy turned sharply, facing Dante, who was sitting casually on one of the plush chairs in the corner of the room, his finge

Chapter 15 Dante POV Dante leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching Izzy with their daughter, the scene before him almost suffocating in its tenderness. It didn’t make sense. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He had never imagined he’d be back here, in this strange, broken place, feeling anything close to guilt or affection for anyone. Certainly not for her—and not for a child that was the product of his own mistakes. But Maya… Dante’s gaze shifted to the little girl in Izzy’s arms, the one he had been so determined to keep away from his life. His daughter, though the thought didn’t come easily. He had always known about Maya’s condition, the congenital heart defect that had haunted his family for years. He’d always pushed it to the back of his mind, too consumed with his own world of power, control, and vengeance to focus on anything like a child’s health. He had ignored it. Until now. The truth gnawed at him, jagged and uncomfortable. He couldn’t ignore it anymor

Chapter 17 The drive to the hospital was silent. Dante sat in the back of his black SUV, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the leather seat, his mind running through the possible scenarios in rapid succession. His gaze was fixed on the darkened streets outside, the city lights flickering like dying stars. His thoughts were far from the quiet night; they were focused on his daughter, on Maya. Izzy sat beside him, her hands folded in her lap, her gaze fixed ahead. There was tension between them, a thick, unspoken barrier of distrust, but there was also something else—something fragile. They had both agreed, in their own ways, that today wasn’t about them. It was about Maya. Dante could feel Izzy's nervousness beside him, her tension radiating off her, but he didn’t address it. The hospital wasn’t the place for conversation. It wasn’t the place for weakness. His mind stayed locked on Maya. He hadn’t been able to shake the image of her small frame in that room earlier, sitting

Chapter 19 The silence that filled the hospital corridor was almost deafening. Izzy stood next to Dante, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, the weight of his words settling heavily over her like a shroud. "For now, you need to take care of Maya until she’s okay." Dante’s voice was low, commanding. There was no room for disagreement, no hesitation in his tone. He wasn’t asking—he was telling her what needed to be done. Izzy swallowed hard, her mind racing. Take care of Maya? Of course, that’s what she’d been doing all along. But now... now it felt different. She wasn’t just a mother desperate to protect her child anymore. Now she was part of Dante’s world again, drawn into his orbit with a job, a role, a responsibility that she wasn’t sure she was prepared for. But there was no time to think about that. Maya was in surgery, and every minute that passed felt like an eternity. Every moment in this sterile, quiet hospital felt like the calm before the storm. Dante glanced at