All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eric stepped into the dimly lit basement, his all-black outfit blending seamlessly with the shadows. His sharp features betrayed no emotion as he delivered the news.“My lord. He is in the dungeon,” Eric said, his voice steady and clear.Across the room sat Dante. The Alpha and Mighty. The most feared man in Sicily. His title alone made people tremble, but it was his presence that commanded complete submission. Dante said nothing at first. His dark hair was swept back, exposing his cold, sharp features. His hooded eyes were fixed on the wall, distant yet sharp, as memories from his perfect recall played in his mind.His sharp-angle brows furrowed slightly as he looked down at the glass in his hand. The drink offered little comfort, but it was a habit, one that steadied him in moments of quiet rage.Without speaking, Dante stood. His decision was final. The man in the dungeon had forged documents to climb the ranks of his organization, a betrayal that deserved no mercy.“Do you have to

Dante sat alone in the dimly lit basement, the faint hum of an overhead bulb casting a yellowish glow over the cluttered space. His fingers moved methodically over the Rubik’s Cube, twisting and turning the vibrant squares in a ritual he had perfected long ago—a mental escape from the chaos that usually consumed his life. But tonight, even the familiar click of the cube couldn’t silence the storm raging within him. He was on the brink of a confrontation he had fantasized about for years, a meeting with his sworn enemy—the man whose mere existence fueled his darkest impulses. The thought of that face, so smug and unrepentant, ignited a searing rage in his chest. Dante pictured the moment with perfect clarity: his enemy kneeling before him, broken and begging for mercy before he delivered the final blow. Yet, he knew the timing wasn’t right. Not yet. Every move in his world had to be calculated, every piece on the board perfectly placed. For now, he had to wait, no matter how badly

CHAPTER 5.Sophia gave her reflection a final look in the mirror before grabbing her bag and leaving her room.Dressed in a sleek black one-shoulder ruffle dress, she held a silver purse in her right hand as she walked to her car, her head held high.She stepped into the driver’s seat, a little too discomforted. Something about this blind date felt wrong, but she was determined to go. This would be her way of proving a point to her father the next time he tried setting her up again.Sophia adjusted the rearview mirror and studied her reflection. The sharp flick of her eyeliner highlighted her striking blue eyes, which seemed to pierce through the glass. She looked stunning—an undeniable beauty the world didn’t deserve.Her ex had called her cold, accused her of being insensitive to a man’s touch. The words had stung, chipping away at her confidence. But now, looking at herself, she felt the strength returning. She tossed her hair back with practiced ease.She was Sophia—a woman of pow

Walking back to her car was all Sophia needed to snap back to her senses.She stood at the front of the driver’s door, obstructing Dante’s way, yet her heart thrummed with the desire for him. “You can't go in.” Sophia countered, standing in Dante’s way. A gentle smile tugged at the corner of Dante’s lips and he leaned closer to Sophia, raising a finger to her cheeks. “Stop.” she countered, holding his hands in the air. For some seconds and more, the air stilled and Dante felt the sensual surge of ripples across his spine. He glanced at the spot where she held his hand and Sophia loosened her grip on his hand immediately. Dante glanced back at her face. “Why are you running?” His voice was low, almost tender and Sophia almost melted into it.“I am not running.” She denied looking away from him and trying to strengthen her quivering resolve. “You can not run away from me, Princess. You are mine… all mine.” He whispered the last part against her ear and Sophia felt her nipples hard

Sophia sat at her desk, her pristine white doctor’s coat draped elegantly over her shoulders. The coat’s crisp fabric contrasted with the warm light filtering through the office’s tall windows. Her slender fingers moved deftly across the files before her, flipping through pages of patient reports and neatly organizing the documents into stacks.Her dark hair was tied back into a neat bun, though a few strands had escaped, framing her face as she worked with quiet determination. The soft hum of the hospital outside her office doors was a faint backdrop to her focused silence.Occasionally, Sophia paused, her sharp eyes scanning a particularly troubling chart her brow furrowing as she considered her next steps. She reached for a pen, her movements deliberate, and made quick, precise notes in the margins of the file.Despite the pile of work on her desk, Sophia exuded an air of calm authority. The coat was not just a uniform; it was a symbol of her dedication and the countless lives she