All Chapters of CEO'S AFFAIR: MAFIA'S OBSESSION: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32 The tension in Dante’s chest grew tighter with every passing moment. It wasn’t something he could control. It wasn’t something he had ever allowed himself to acknowledge, not even to himself. But today, as he watched Izzy from across the room, speaking to one of the men from the new partnership, it was impossible to ignore. A seed of jealousy had taken root, and it was growing quickly. Dante had never been the type to let his emotions show in front of others. He was a man who thrived in control—of his business, his family, his empire. And yet, as he stood by the conference table, listening to the chatter of the meeting, his gaze kept drifting back to Izzy. She was laughing, her lips curving into that smile that had always driven him wild. The way she tilted her head, the warmth in her voice—it was all there, that same spark he had fallen for all those years ago. But this time, it wasn’t him she was giving it to. It was him—the new associate who had taken an interest in h

Chapter 34 Izzy’s world was rapidly changing, and not always in the ways she had anticipated. Dante’s possessiveness, his obsession, his growing need to control her—though she understood the roots of it, she couldn’t help but feel stifled. The tension between them, though still filled with love, was beginning to take on a darker shade. Dante’s promises to do better felt empty, at times, as if the weight of his world—his business, his empire—was pulling him further into himself, making him harder to reach. And now, it seemed the outside world was beginning to notice. The first hint of trouble came when she overheard a conversation between two employees in the hallway just outside her office. It was nothing overt—no blatant whispers or gossip—but enough to make her blood run cold. “I don’t know,” one woman’s voice said, barely a whisper. “I think Izzy and Dante... well, they’re too close, don’t you think? I mean, she’s not just his wife anymore, right? She’s... I don’t know... the w

Chapter 36 The days that followed the conversation with Dante were tense. Despite the shift in their dynamic—the fragile hope that maybe they could fight together, side by side—the tension between them remained thick. Dante was still consumed by the need to protect his family, but it was becoming increasingly clear that his idea of protection was suffocating, not just for Izzy but for him as well. His obsession with guarding them from the world was beginning to tear at the very fabric of their relationship. Izzy found herself spending more time at the office, not just to keep herself busy, but because she could feel the distance between them growing. The rumors, the whispers, they hadn’t stopped. In fact, they seemed to be gaining traction. She could see it in the way the employees looked at her now, the subtle way their gazes lingered a moment too long before quickly looking away, as though they were afraid of being caught. And when she’d asked Dante if they could do something abou

Chapter 37 Izzy sat at her desk, the weight of Marco's words still heavy on her mind. Dante, a traitor? It didn't make sense. She refused to believe it, even though the seed of doubt had been planted. There had to be an explanation, a reason for the changes in him. But what if Marco was right? What if Dante really was hiding something, something dangerous, something that could tear apart everything they had built? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone vibrating on the desk. The number on the screen wasn’t one she recognized, but the urgency in her chest made her pick it up immediately. "Hello?" Her voice was tight, her nerves on edge. "Ms. Izzy," a cold voice came through the receiver, its smoothness sending a chill down her spine. "We know what you're hiding. We know about Maya. And we're coming for you." Her blood ran cold. The line went dead before she could respond, leaving her in a stunned silence. She had heard enough. Her breath hitched, and her hand inst

Chapter 39 Dante’s words hung in the air like a storm waiting to break. His voice was ice-cold, laced with a dangerous finality that left no room for hesitation. "Call all men," he repeated, his voice devoid of emotion, each syllable cutting through the silence like a blade. "Prepare for war." The men around him shifted uneasily, their eyes flicking to one another before they snapped to attention. They had seen Dante in his fury before, but never like this. Never with this level of calm calculation, this frigid precision. He wasn’t just angry; he was a man who had been pushed beyond the brink, a man whose entire world was now under siege. Marco, ever the loyal right hand, nodded sharply, his face hardening. "Understood, Boss. I’ll make the calls. We’ll mobilize everything." Dante didn’t respond, his gaze narrowing as he scanned the garage one more time, his mind already calculating the next steps. His men were already on the move—silent, efficient, deadly. But they were up agains