All Chapters of Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A loud, painful scream echoed in the whole room. My eyes squeezed shut, and the gun slipped through my hands, hitting the ground with a clatter. The scent of gunpowder filled the air, burning my nostrils and making my stomach churn. A loud thud made me slowly open my eyes and the first thing I saw was a pool of blood with a man lying in it. My breath hitched in my throat. The only difference was when I expected it to be Nikolai, it was Dimitri. My breath came in sharp gasps, my heart pounded so violently it felt like it would burst out of my chest. Dimitri was writhing on the floor, holding his shoulder from which blood oozed continuously. The knife lay beside him. His breaths were ragged and uneven. I shot him.Oh God. I shot him."You bastard!" Dimitri spat, "You’re a damn cheater!"My chest heaved up and down. My hands shook at my sides. "My survival instinct kicked in," Nikolai chuckled darkly. "I just made sure I wasn't the one bleeding out on the floor." He cocked his hea

Nikolai was on fire. Enemies, betrayals, and wars had tested his patience, but never like this. Alessia was teasing him, pushing him to the edge, and everything was becoming too much for him to control. Alessia knew he was accustomed to control, to submission, to women bending to his will and allowing him to do whatever he wanted. She understood that in the end, he would take charge, but that couldn't stop her from relishing whatever little control she had over him. Her fingers danced along the ridges of his chest, leaving a trail of heat behind. His fingers moved up her back, raising goosebumps wherever he touched her. His fingers expertly unhooked the bra and tossed it away like the most hated thing. Alessia gasped when his palms squeezed her bosoms tightly, his fingers tugging at her nipples. Alessia inhaled deeply, her hips rolling over his torso on their own. Suddenly, Nikolai sat up, wrapped his arm around her, and pressed their bodies together, chest to chest. Their breath

Third-person POV Nikolai woke up before the sun could fully rise. The first sight he witnessed was the woman of his dreams lying in his arms. The warm glow of the first sunrays cast a glow over her. Alessia. His Dolcezza. His obsession. The reason for his madness and sanity. He had imagined her claiming her in every possible way, but nothing could have prepared him for what had happened the previous night. It was unexpected, yet he liked it. He's always been drawn to the spark inside her. She had fought, played with, and pushed him to the edge, but she had ultimately surrendered, as she always had.And at that moment, she looked so soft and delicate. There was a peace on her face, that he hadn't seen since his return. To him, she is the most beautiful sight at which he could stare all day long. A smirk crept up at his lips as he noticed the marks he had left on her body, branding her as his. His finger lazily traced her bare shoulder, his gaze following the same path. His posses

The moment I saw a shelf filled with leather files, a wave of déjà vu hit me. I was sure the key was inside there. I immediately removed all the files one by one; a few of them fell to the ground, but I cared less. To my surprise, as I pushed aside the last file, a small locker came into view at the back of the shelf. My hand reached out for it. I tried to open it, only to find that it was locked. My eyes burned into the files I had just pushed aside. I picked up the blue one and opened it to find a small key hidden between the papers. How do I know this so precisely? Though I had stepped into Nikolai’s study for the first time, I moved around as if I had known this place for years. The familiarity of the room was both comforting and disconcerting. The thought bothered me, but I kept it aside to avoid distracting myself from my real purpose. I immediately inserted the key and unlocked the locker, and the compartment clicked open. My heart pounded in my chest with anticipation. T

The moment Nikolai left, I let out a deep sigh and sat on the edge of the bed. The key once again dug into my skin, reminding me of its presence. My fingers slipped into my pocket, and I pulled out the key. I held it between my fingers; the metal shone under the lights. I wanted to meet Dimitri today, to learn the whole truth, to understand why Nikolai killed my family and what exactly he did to me in the past. But now that Nikolai is back home early, it doesn't seem easy. I clenched the key in my fist. I had to hide this key somewhere Nikolai can't see. But where? This wasn’t just any room. It was his room. His space. I coukdn’t stop him from wandering around or touching things. My eyes scanned the room, searching for possibilities.The wardrobe? No. He might go through his clothes.The drawer? Too obvious.The bathroom? He spent too much time there.I needed a place he would never think to check.My gaze landed on a tall flower vase in the corner of the room. It was sleek, dark