บททั้งหมดของ The Deadly Obsession: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Dominic's POVThe sharp buzz of my phone shattered the quiet of the old villa’s courtyard. Achille was slicing fruit with the kind of precision only an ex-assassin could pull off in his eighties, calm and focused like nothing could reach him anymore.I walked away, barely ten steps or maybe two extra. I didn’t look at the screen—just answered.“Diego?”“We’ve got a situation,” he said, his voice clipped and strained.“What kind of situation?” I asked, looking at Achille, who was in his own world slicing some apples.There was a pause—too long. Then, he spoke. “Someone leaked the footage.”I stilled. “Which footage?”Technically, drama never seemed to stop in my life and I had the feeling it was going to be wild. I was right.“The one from the massacre. Alessia’s family. It’s everywhere. Every news channel and every platform is airing it. Your face is on TV. It’s blowing up.”I stood. A cold settled in my chest, but I did not panic. Panic was for people who didn’t see it coming. I did.

Dominic's POVI waited, allowing the footsteps to approach. I got ready to attack, preparing to use my elbow to knock the teeth out of whoever would have the mind to touch me.One…two…three. I counted silently, but then the person walked past me. It was a teenager.I exhaled softly. I had almost attacked a teenager. The clerk noticed my stiffness and spoke to me. “Mister,” she called.I think I was deaf until she called the second time.“Yes,” I answered.“You're good?” She asked.“Yeah,” I answered. “I was just thinking of what to get for my sister.”I was lying effortlessly.The clerk bubbled up and cooed. “Aww. You're so sweet. It's by the left after you go past the men's side. Do you know her size?”“Nah, I might just call her. We haven't seen each other since she went to college.”The clerk smiled even harder. I returned her smile even when it felt awkward and left for the men's clothes side of the store.I slipped toward a corner stacked with oversized hoodies and baseball caps.

Marco's POVI spotted the red glow slicing across the windshield—Dominic’s taxi didn’t even slow. It shot through two seconds ahead of the grating "CLICK." I slammed the brakes and swallowed a curse. That was my moment—and I blew it.“Shit!” I cursed.I had made sure the others hadn't followed him because that could have cost the driver his life.I didn't want any innocent blood on my hand, and the driver looked like he didn't know a darn thing happening.The other six men were assassins, just like I was. I was made leader to keep them in check. And watching them play with a previous suspect we had to catch was terrifying. They were a few seconds from killing his kid if I hadn't stopped them.It's not like I wouldn't appreciate them doing the same to Dominic, but I wanted a chance with him alone. My taste for revenge wouldn't be cut off by their interference.Plus, Dominic was smarter than I gave him credit for. It was almost like he didn't regret anything and already knew what was co

Sophia’s POVStill on the floor, the sting of Madame Caliste’s slap burned hotter than the rage pulsing through my veins.My lip throbbed, my cheek stung, but worse than the pain was the humiliation. Kneeling on cold marble like some street mutt. No one had ever dared to treat me like that. Not even my father. And now here I was, trembling, eyes wide as her voice sliced through the air again.“Behave,” she said, turning on her heel with military grace. “And I might forget your existence. Misbehave, and I’ll erase it.”Then she walked out. Like a queen.The silence she left behind was heavier than any slap. I sat frozen, hands fisting the edge of the bedsheet, my nails digging into fabric. My chest rose and fell fast. I didn’t cry—De Lucas didn't cry. But one tear slipped down my cheek anyway. Not from weakness.From fury.~My hands were shaking as I scrubbed my face in the bathroom. I ignored the blood at the corner of my mouth, cleaned the smear from my lip, rinsed again, and again.

Sophia's POVDon't do it. Father, don't you dare.Those were the only words that occupied my mind as I watched in horror. I could have all my power gone in an instant.Well, not completely, but considering how I didn't have the respect at home with the madam Caliste and the maids or the guards or even my husband Dominic. This would be another blow if Don Pedro was to give Martina his full support.“I want my husband released and 40 percent of the shares given to me,” Martina said. She spoke like she was given an order rather than a request.“Like hell,” I retorted.“Martina, that's not possible. You want the largest share and the power too?” Don Pedro asked. “Would you also demand that I step down for you.”I smirked as I watched her. Don Pedro had hit her with a twisted question. She didn't answer immediately.She breathed and spoke in a calm voice. “No, father. I only offer what I know I can do.”“And yet you haven't been able to do so much,” I mocked.“Like you have. I have seen yo