Todos os capítulos de The Don's Obsession : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

IsabellaIsabella shifted the Prada shopping bags to her other hand, catching her reflection in the boutique window. Three months of playing mafia wife, and she still wasn't used to the designer clothes, the constant security, or the way saleswomen practically bowed when she entered their stores."Mrs. Valentino, the car is ready," Luca said from behind her.She turned to face her bodyguard—a mountain of a man with kind brown eyes and a scar bisecting his left eyebrow. In the twelve weeks since her forced marriage, Luca had become her shadow. He was different from Dante's other men. Quieter. He actually smiled when she asked about his daughter's dance recitals."I want to stop at that bakery on Fifth," Isabella said, heading toward the black SUV idling at the curb. "The one with the sfogliatelle that reminds me of my mother's recipe.""Mr. Valentino wants you back at the penthouse before dark." Luca's hand hovered near the concealed weapon beneath his jacket as his eyes scanned the bu

IsabellaThe hot water scalded Isabella's skin, but she couldn't feel it.She stood under the rainfall shower in Dante's master bathroom, scrubbing at her arms with trembling hands. The water at her feet ran pink with diluted blood—not hers, but it might as well have been. The metallic scent filled her nostrils, mixing with expensive soap that did nothing to wash away what she'd witnessed in that basement.The knife sliding through flesh. The screams. The casual violence in Dante's movements as he tortured information from men who'd tried to kill her.And the worst part? She hadn't run. Hadn't even looked away.What did that make her?"Isabella?" Dante's voice came through the bathroom door, rough with concern. "You've been in there for forty minutes. Let me in.""I'm fine," she called back, her voice cracking on the lie. "Just……just give me a minute."She turned the water hotter, watching her skin turn red under the spray. Her wrist throbbed where the Bratva enforcer had grabbed her

IsabellaThe Valentino family's monthly dinner was held at the estate in the Bronx—a sprawling mansion that looked like something out of *The Godfather*, complete with wrought-iron gates, manicured gardens, and enough security to guard Fort Knox.Isabella smoothed down her emerald silk dress for the tenth time, her reflection in the car window showing a woman who looked calm and composed. A lie. Inside, her stomach churned with anxiety about facing Dante's extended family for the first time since the Bratva attack three days ago."Stop fidgeting," Dante said from beside her, his hand covering hers in the backseat of the SUV. "You look beautiful, *tesoro*.""I look terrified," she corrected, glancing at him. He was devastating in a black suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful frame. "Your family already thinks I'm some nobody who trapped you into marriage. Now they'll think I'm weak too, getting attacked in our own home.""My family thinks whatever I tell them to think."

IsabellaIsabella woke tangled in Egyptian cotton sheets that smelled like Dante—sandalwood and something darker, uniquely him. Her body ached in the most delicious ways, muscles she didn't know existed protesting the thorough claiming from the night before.Heat flooded her cheeks at the memory. The things he'd done to her, the things she'd begged him to do, the way he'd wrung pleasure from her body until she'd shattered in his arms over and over.She reached across the bed but found empty space where Dante should have been. The sheets were cold—he'd been gone for a while.The bedroom door opened and Dante walked in carrying a breakfast tray, wearing only pajama pants that hung low on his hips. Morning light caught the planes of his muscular chest, highlighting scars and tattoos that told stories of violence and survival."You're awake," he said, his voice still rough from sleep. "I was hoping to surprise you.""I'm surprised you're functioning after last night." Isabella sat up, pu

IsabellaIsabella woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and the unfamiliar weight of Dante's arm draped across her waist. For a moment, she let herself enjoy it—the warmth of his body against her back, the rhythm of his breathing, the safety she felt wrapped in his embrace.Then reality crashed down like a tidal wave.Last night. The argument. The kiss. The stairs.Oh God, the stairs.Heat flooded her cheeks at the memory of how desperate they'd been, how she'd practically begged him to take her right there against the wall. The things she'd said, the sounds she'd made—"You're thinking too loud," Dante murmured against her neck, his voice rough with sleep. "I can feel you spiraling from here.""I'm not spiraling." Isabella tried to pull away, but his arm tightened, keeping her close."Liar." His lips brushed her shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. "Talk to me, tesoro. What's going through that beautiful head?""This was a mistake." The words tumbled out bef