All Chapters of The Don’s Reluctant Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

"You will not disobey me, Elena. You will marry him."Those were the words of her father, Don Allberto Ricci, and the echoed loudly in her mind like she had just been slapped in the face.When her father had calles her that morning, she should have known that something was off. Don Alberto had done everything possible to gnore his only child in the last few years, that she had given up on thinking she actually had a father."I will do no such thing, Father." She hissed, gritting her teeth as anger pulsed through her veins. "It is funny, how you think I will just sit here, and let you sell me off to the highest bidder!""Well that highest bidder is my only chance at being on the stringer side of this war, Elene, and you will marry him." He moved closer, his eyes blazing. There were few times her father had shown her this side of him, and this, compared to all those times, was the worst."No_" the words had just left her mouth, when a slap landed on her face, cutting off the air in her

The walk down the aisle was more of a walk of shame than anything else as Elena held on tightly to her father's arm like her life depended on it.If it caused him any kind of pain, Don Alberto said nothing, gazing straight ahead of him as he led her to slaughter.The smiles from those around almost made her loose it. They weren't ware that this was all just a sham.She gazed around, searching through the crowd, and almost stumbled when her gaze caught that of Donavan.What was he doing here?He was supposed to be far away from here? Right?Donavan was the first to look away, his face void of any expression. If he was here to add salt to her wound, then he was going to be disapointed.She almost didn't realize when they reached her husband to be, and her father left her side."You are not bad to look at." Luca said, once she was standing next to him, causing irritation, so intense, to flood her whole being. How...how....annoying!At least now she could focus her mind on something. Ang

If she had though seeing Luca was over for the day, she had been sorely mistaken, because just as she had prepared to lay down and rest her sor muscles, a servant had knocked on her door, informing her that Luca had asked to see her in his study.Talk of bad timing.Elena stood in the huge stufy, ignoring how huge it was and focused on the man in front of her. Arms crossed, she watched Luca move with calculated ease. He removed his jacket, unbuttoning his cuffs as he turned to her with a cold smirk.“There are rules in my house, Elena,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “You will follow them.”She arched a brow, refusing to show fear. Rule? Of course a man like Luca had rules in his house. “I’m not your slave.”His smirk deepened. “You’re my wife. That means you belong to me in every way that matters.”Her jaw tightened, but she remained silent. She had to pick her battles.“First rule,” Luca continued, stepping closer. Yeah, he had to come into her space again. “You will respect my a