บททั้งหมดของ The Deadly Obsession: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Dominic's POVTime heals all wounds, they say. It doesn't. They lied. Or maybe I had to wait a little longer.Waiting was never my string suite. I acted like I could handle it most of the time but I was dying on the inside.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers still on the keyboard, even though the report I was working on had been finished twenty minutes ago. My gaze flicked to the corner of the screen—5:42 PM.I reached for my phone, out of habit and when the screen lit up. I felt a different kind of pain.On the screen was a picture of Alessia and the twins. They were laughing, and having a picnic in the garden. I had sneakily taken them. This was the only thing keeping me sane lately. If only I hadn't messed up.I hadn’t stepped foot in the Mafia branch in nearly two weeks. I had no slip ups. Rico made sure of that. He was a good student of Matteo's.I scrolled to my phone book and let my finger hover over Alessia's new number. Matteo had sent it to me after he helped them change

Dominic's POVNever in a million years did I ever think of time travel. Yet, I was here back at the old house. It was one of the oldest properties we had before all hell broke loose.I had left it, but not abandoned it because it held most of my childhood. My father has a lot of estate buildings, and this was the first I found out I had my name on my will.“This is it?” Diego asked.“Yes. Disappointed?” I asked.He looked out the window and shrugged before parking a few feet away from the house.“Nah,” he replied. “If anything, I'm thrilled. I bet not everyone knows you have something as comfortable and small as this.”I turned my gaze to the view by the side and smiled with a happy, childlike recollection before I answered. “Not really. It's where I started.”Diego got out of the car and enjoyed the view. I smirked again, remembering he wasn't Matteo who would have gotten the door opened for me.I recalled Matteo saying, “Being your P.A is essentially me giving you the princess treat

Dominic's POVHell on earth. Fire in my mouth. How did I get here? With my hands. I listened. I got deceived. It was my fault. Now I take the burn. I have to suffer. But not as she did. Nothing I will ever do will be enough to appease for the wrongs I did.“Betrayed. My father? Friends,” my thoughts roamed in my head.I heard wrong. That had to be it. My brain was playing with me.My eyes locked with the old man's. He didn't mince his words. He didn't blink either.“What did you just say?” I asked again. I had to be sure this time.“Your father's murder. Surely, you know about that.”“Yes,” I said and paused. “It was Cotti's doing.”Achille shook his head slowly. “The Cottis. As in Carlo Cotti?”My gaze turned to him and I stayed silent.Achille had an eyebrow raised and lowered it before he spoke. “Then you were told lies.”I leaned forward. “I don't understand.”He sighed, then breathed calmly before looking away and sipping his tea. “Your father—Luca—wasn’t just a businessman. He w

Sophia's POV“She's dumb. Just like most blondes,” he added.I hated that stereotype. I wasn't dumb.“But you married her mother. Would you say she was dumb too?” Another man asked.My father sipped his orange juice and didn't say anything but shrug.The other men laughed. Sometimes, I wondered what my mom ever saw in my dad to stay with him. Maybe that's why I was also here fighting for his attention.“All women are dumb,” my father answered. “You just have to find the one that's a bit manageable.”They laughed together this time. I wasn't having it.“No, we aren't,” I blurted. It was too late to take it back. I knew the consequences. I was getting the ass whipping tonight.My father gave me the ‘did you just dare? eyes.I remained calm. What's the worst that could happen anyway? I had more thick skin in me.“Ooh. She's bold. She's definitely your daughter,” another man spoke. He had dirty blonde hair unlike my bright ones.Salvatore came forward and asked. “Since you're that bold, y

Sophia’s POV“The devil had no one that good. I crept into the cave, slowly taunting my prey before I attacked. He screamed and I laughed. It always tasted so much better when the victim was scared,” my inner voice recited as I read the book.I closed the novel and placed it on the table. I was sitting in the garden house on the big property in the morning.With hair tied loosely at the back, giving more reveal to the pearls around My neck.I had a white linen dress on. They stopped just below my knees. And for my feet, I had golden brown flats covering them.I glanced over at the jasmine tea and picked it up. It smelt heavenly.It left a soft bittersweet taste after a sip.The sun had just begun to climb the horizon, and silence hung like a held breath. There were no annoying footsteps or knocking from the maids. Absolutely no interruptions.I tapped the touchpad of my laptop, refreshed the screen again.Inbox: 1 new message. Secure Link Received.It had arrived.Instinctively, my ha