All Chapters of Mafia's Obsession - The CEO's Contracted Songbird : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Luigi “She was with child. But she wasn’t just pregnant,” I said quietly. “She was carrying twins.” That revelation landed in the room and hit like a physical blow. Luca straightened breath coming out in a loud exhale. “Twins?” Liam’s face went pale. HIs fingers tightened slightly on his cup, knuckles whitening. I nodded once, took a breath “Months passed, then one day… Siobhán called Amelia. From Ireland. Pregnant. Alone. Desperate.” Luca’s expression hardened. “She and Amelia were still close...she knew Amelia could not conceive due to her heart condition,” I said. “She needed the money and wanted to know that the child would go to a good home, so she offered her one of the babies for adoption” Both of them were now leaning forward, totally immersed. “Amelia went to Ireland…just before the birth, signed the adoption papers and brought that baby back. Raised him as her own.” My eyes lifted to Liam. “That child… was you. After I read the letter…” I said, my voice quieter now, “

Adriano How? How the hell had I been so blind? A broken laugh clawed its way out of my chest, turning into another sob. How had she told Denton everything…But not me? The answer came immediately. Because I never gave her the chance. Because I never *listened*. My head dropped back against the fridge with a dull thud as memories started flooding in—Unrelenting. Merciless. Her in the park. My head in her lap. Her stroking my head, feeding me. Soft smile. Bright eyes. Her in my kitchen, humming under her breath while she cooked like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her in my bed…Warm. Soft. Safe. Always giving. Always caring. Always *loving me*. The day she ran me a bath. The way she took care of my friends like they were her own. How she doted on Remi…Clung to Luca…Trusted Denton…But with me—God…With me, she gave everything. Hugs. Cuddles. Kisses. That open, unguarded adoration that I didn’t deserve then—And sure as hell didn’t deserve now. And how did I repay her?

RemiIt was Friday. And on the surface…everything said I was fine.The operation had gone well. No rejection. No infection. Vitals holding and steady. Strong. *Textbook recovery*, they said.If things held like this…I’d be outta this joint by next week. Free. And I could back to Arianna…where I belonged.But something didn’t sit right. The feeling persisted all day. It lingered under my skin…quiet, insistent. Like a wrong note in a perfect song.Maybe it was because it was the longest I’d gone without seeing Arianna’s sweet face. Maybe it was because of the dreams…or the flashes.Her as a kid. Small. Fragile. Crying out in the night and refusing to let go of me. I used to think she would outgrow it.She didn’t. Neither did I.People would probably call it unhealthy. To close. Too attached. Too dependent.I didn’t care. It was us. And together…we were stronger.But damn…I missed her. The beautiful expressive face. Those ridiculous blue eyes that saw too much. That laugh when she go

LuigiMy brother was furious. Understandably so.Stefano paced like a caged tiger, dragging his hands through his hair, disbelief and rage tearing through him in equal measure. I didn’t interrupt it. I let it burn out enough so he could hear me.Because I knew that storm. I had lived it myself… not even hours ago. My own reaction had been worse.“Stefano…” I called, voice firm, steady.“What?” he snapped, turning on me, eyes blazing.I held his gaze. “We have another problem,” I said evenly. “More immediate than Liam.”He barked a harsh laugh, sharp and disbelieving. “You must be kidding me,” he shot back. “What could possibly trump this?”I didn’t rise to it. His reaction was expected. Instead, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small drive from the camera. Without another word, I inserted it into my laptop and turned it toward him.He watched me, suspicion replacing some of the anger. “Do you remember,” I said quietly, “when Adriano swore to Liam that he would make him pay

AdrianoI don’t remember much about the drive back to the mansion.Just fragments. Denton’s voice—low, cutting, relentless. The things he said. The things I *did*. And flashes…God—those flashes.Broken pieces of the night before, jagged and out of order, slamming into me without warning. Enough to make my grip tighten on the wheel until my knuckles went bone white. Enough to make something dark and violent coil in my chest.But by the time I turned into the driveway…I had forced it into shape.I chanelled that darkness clawing at my insides into a plan. Cold. Clean. Controlled.1. — First and foremost...find Arianna.2. — If she’s with Liam, retrieve her. Set her and Remi free to live their lives how they pleased.3. — Eliminate Liam. Remove the threat to them and our familyThe plan was simple and straightforward. As long as I showed no hesitation, no deviation. No mercy.----------When I entered the house, Eunice our long time housekeeper was in the receiving hall, setting fresh fl