All Chapters of Trapped in the Crime Lord's Obsession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Anna's POVI woke up to the softest sheets I’d ever felt in a very long time, the kind that makes you feel like you're floating in a cold swimming pool under a hot sun.But as my eyes fluttered open, confusion crashing over me with the speed of light. The last thing I remembered was the hospital—the sterile smell, the cold bed, the seizure that had ripped through me, leaving pain blooming in my stomach. Now, I was here, in a place so exquisite it didn’t make sense.The room was breathtaking. A massive bed decked in silky blue linens stretched beneath me, and the walls glowed a soft cream under the warm light of a crystal chandelier. A plush armchair sat in one corner, a sleek glass desk in another, and floor-to-ceiling windows framed a sprawling city skyline I couldn’t place. It was a hotel, maybe, but one so luxurious it felt unreal. How had I gone from a hospital bed to this?I sat up slowly, my breath catching as I pressed a hand to my stomach. I’d expec

Anna's POVHis smile faded, and his grip on my hand tightened just a fraction. “It’s a short story,” he said softly. “You died, and then came back to life. That was what happened.”I pulled my hand back, shaking my head. “No, it’s not enough. I want the full story, Damon. I remember the hospital, the pain, all of it. And now I’m in Mexico, alive, with no explanation. What happened to me?”He leaned back, his expression clouding with something unreadable. “How am I suppose to know? Anna. I'm not the doctors, and they don't even have the answers.”“How did I die in Las Vegas and then wake up in Mexico?” I demanded, my voice rising. “And why can’t I remember anything after the hospital?”He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Perhaps you were in heaven, I guess. There are many things we do not understand about life and death. It's best we just focus on the dinner," he said, "We can talk about death later."“Then when?” I snapped, my patience fraying. “Bec

Anna's POVI came back to consciousness with a jolt, Damon’s voice cutting through the haze in my mind. “Anna?” he called, his tone sharp and insistent. “You good?”The world felt wrong—tilted, broken. I blinked hard, trying to make sense of it. The car was upside down, its roof now the floor beneath me. Glass crunched under my hands as I shifted, my head pounding like a drum. “I think I hurt my head,” I stuttered, my fingers brushing my temple where a sticky warmth seeped into my hair.Damon’s face appeared in front of me, his eyes flicking over me in a quick, assessing sweep. “You’re fine, Anna. We need to get out of here,” he said, his voice calm but laced with something urgent that made my chest tighten. He shoved at the door beside him, muscles straining, and it popped open with a groan of metal.I tried to move, tugging at my seatbelt, but it wouldn’t budge. “I think I’m stuck,” I said, my voice rising as panic clawed at me.“Don’t worry. I’ll come

Anna's POVI climbed out of the river, my clothes gummed to my body, cold and heavy, like they were trying to drag me back into the water. My makeup, which I’d put on so carefully earlier, was a mess—streaking down my face in dark, ugly lines. I wiped at it with trembling hands, but it was no use. I glanced around, my breath catching. The place looked like a nightmare—a forgotten sprawl of old, abandoned buildings, their windows boarded up or smashed, walls covered in jagged street art. It screamed danger, like a hideout for gangsters or thugs, the kind of place where people went missing and no one asked questions. My stomach churned. This was the last place I wanted to be.Damon was a few steps ahead of me, his hands on his hips. He’d tossed aside his suit jacket, shirt, and shoes, leaving him in just a white polo that clung to his muscular frame. The wet fabric hugged every curve of his body, making him look impossibly sexy despite everything. Bu

Anna's POVMy back slammed against the wall, the jagged brick scraping through my soaked shirt. The vampire towered over me, his black eyes glinting with bloodlust. “You smell different, little lamb,” he said, leaning in close. His nose brushed my neck, inhaling deeply, and a shiver ran down my spine. His voice was smooth, almost seductive, but it carried a promise of death.My life flashed before me in a heartbeat—childhood summers, my mother’s laughter, the day I left home. It was gone too fast to hold onto. “Please let me go,” I pleaded, my voice trembling, barely audible over the thudding of my pulse. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”He tilted his head, a sick parody of pity twisting his pale face. “Sorry, love,” he said, his tone mockingly gentle. “No one sees a vampire and lives to tell the tale.” Then his lips parted into a grin, sharp and cruel. “Don’t worry, I’ll make your death quick.”My heart hammered against my ribs, so loud I thought it mig