All Chapters of Trapped in the Crime Lord's Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The full moon illuminated the night, casting an eerie glow over the hospital's surroundings. Mario's men patrolled the perimeter, their eyes darting at every shadow, fully expecting an assault from Damon. Yet, the true threat lurking in the darkness was far beyond their imagination.Inside, the tension was palpable. Three men stormed into the elevator, ascending swiftly to the top floor where Mario’s ward was located. Their faces were pale, their breaths ragged, and their hands fidgeting with their weapons.When they reached Mario's room, they pushed the door open with urgency."Boss," one of the men blurted, his voice trembling, "it appears we’ve been compromised. You need to evacuate immediately."Mario, calm yet intrigued, shifted his gaze toward them. "Compromised? How?"The man hesitated, his fear evident. "We’ve found 50 dead bodies scattered around the perimeter—all of them our men. Whoever did this… they’re a ghost."Mario’s eyes widened briefly in shock, his composed demeano

Anna followed Bonnie into the grandiose building, her eyes scanning the polished marble floors, high ceilings, and the faint hum of business activity. The place resembled a bank but had an air of exclusivity that made her feel out of place.As they stepped inside, uniformed officers immediately greeted them with warm smiles and respectful bows. "Welcome, ma'am," one of them said, opening the door wider.Anna looked around, still utterly confused. "Bonnie, what are we doing here?" she whispered as they were escorted deeper into the building.Bonnie didn’t respond, only offering a mysterious smile that only served to irritate Anna further.Soon, they were led to a private office, its decor a blend of luxury and professionalism. A man in a sharp suit, clearly the General Manager, rose from behind a mahogany desk as they entered. His face lit up when he saw Bonnie."Ah, Miss Bonnie," he greeted, extending his hand. "I’ve been expecting you."Bonnie shook his hand, her usual confident deme

The atmosphere was tense as Anna's family gathered in the room. Damon and Bonnie stood silently, observing the heated conversation between Anna, her sister, and their father.“You sold us to Mario Manzoni!” Anna accused, fury blazing in her eyes.Her sister nodded in agreement. "How could you do that to your own daughters?"Their father raised his hands defensively. "You don’t understand. I had no choice!""No choice?" Anna seethed. "That's your excuse for betraying your own blood?"Her father’s voice hardened. "You don’t know Mario like I do. He’s ruthless, and he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants. He'll kill you both if you insist on staying here." He turned to face Damon. "And he'll kill you too if you try to protect them."Damon simply smiled, his expression unreadable. He nodded subtly at Bonnie.Anna’s voice cut through the room. "Then maybe we should just offer you to him since you’re the one who owes him!"Before her father could respond, Bonnie stepped forward,

Anna's POV"I have to admit, I think I'm beginning to like Damon," I confessed, glancing at Bonnie to gauge her reaction as she sipped her wine.She smiled slyly. "Should I call that progress or a setback? And more importantly, what are you going to do about it?" Her eyes flickered between me and the scattered bar patrons, always on alert."I want to run away. Before it's too late," I said softly, taking another sip. The sweetness of the wine dulled the chaos swirling in my mind.Bonnie chuckled and placed a comforting hand over mine. "That's fear talking. You're scared you'll fall in love with him—and you don't believe any man is worthy of that, do you?"I nodded reluctantly. "Exactly. Which is why I have to run."Bonnie's expression turned thoughtful, as though weighing my words carefully."Anna, you can't run from Damon," she said firmly. "Kill that idea. At least for now.""Why not now?" I asked, my brows furrowing."Manzoni Clan," she reminded me. "They

The dimly lit room was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, the air heavy with tension. Damon leaned back in his chair, a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers, exhaling a slow stream of smoke as he listened to the suppliers seated before him. They were a rough bunch—three men with hardened faces, each bearing the scars of a life spent in the underworld.The leader of the group, a middle-aged man with slicked-back gray hair and a jagged scar running from his cheek to his jaw, leaned forward. "The shipment came in last night. High-quality stuff, pure as it gets," he said, tapping his fingers on the wooden table. "Now, about the payment—"Before Damon could respond, the heavy doors to the room swung open, and his right-hand man, Victor, strode in with urgency written all over his face."Boss, we need your attention."Damon didn’t even spare him a glance. Instead, he took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly before speaking. "I'm in the middle of a deal, Victor. Wh