YOU'RE Marrying Diego De Luca

♦ Olivia's Pov♦ The dining room of the Rossi mansion was grand. A table that could seat twenty, though only four of us sat at it tonight.My father at the head. My mother to his right. Beatrice across from me, perfect as always. And me. The unwanted one. The difficult one. The disappointment. I knew something was wrong the moment my father cleared his throat. He only did that when he was about to deliver bad news. When he was about to break something. When he was about to destroy someone's life. Usually, it was mine. "Olivia," he began, his voice cold and final. "You're marrying Diego De Luca." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. I dropped my fork. It clattered against the porcelain, loud in the silent room. "What?" My father didn't even look at me. He was already bored with the conversation. "The De Luca family has agreed to the arrangement. The wedding is in three weeks." "But... I don't even know him." "You don't need to know him. You need to marry him." He

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

I HATE seeing you cry

The wedding dress was suffocating. White. Layers of tulle. Tiny crystals that caught the light and made me look like a princess.I felt like a prisoner."Olivia, stand still." My mother's voice was sharp. "The veil isn't straight."I didn't move. I couldn't. Every muscle in my body was frozen. Every instinct was screaming at me to run.Run. Run. Run."Olivia." Beatrice stepped in front of me, inspecting me like I was a doll she was about to discard. Her eyes were cold. Calculating. "You look... acceptable, I suppose."I stared at her. "Acceptable?""Don't get excited." She smoothed a strand of my hair, her touch sharp and condescending. "You're not beautiful. You never have been. But the dress helps. It distracts from your... inadequacies."My blood boiled. "You're enjoying this.""I'm enjoying watching you finally be useful." Beatrice smiled, and it was sharp as glass. "For once in your miserable life, you're doing something for this family. You should be grateful.""Grateful." I lau

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I'll Stay

"I wasn't—""You were." He smiled. "But that's okay. I'm not offended."I stared at him. "You're not?""No." He tilted his head. "You don't know me. You only know the rumors. The whispers. The stories." He paused. "And I'd rather you run from a monster than marry a stranger."I didn't understand."What do you want?" I whispered. "Why are you being so... nice?""Maybe I'm not a monster," he said. "Maybe I'm just a man who wants to get to know his wife.""I'm not your wife.""Not yet." He leaned in again. "But you will be. You're running away, but you won't get far." He paused. "Your father has enemies. He's made one. A powerful one. The moment you leave me, they'll come for you."My blood ran cold. "You're threatening me.""No." He shook his head. "I'm protecting you. There are people out there who want to hurt your family. Hurt you. I'm the only one who can stop them."I didn't know what to say."Running away won't save you, gattina," he continued. "But staying with me will.""Why?" I

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Like what you see...?

At the Villa ~Staff members rushed through the halls. Flowers were being arranged. Music was being tested. The small group of guests—Diego's trusted inner circle were being seated in the garden.And I was standing in front of a mirror, staring at my reflection.The dress was stunning. White silk. Simple elegance. Nothing like the heavy, suffocating gown my mother had chosen. Diego had chosen this one. He'd had it delivered this morning, along with a note:"Wear this, gattina. It matches your eyes."My eyes were brown. The dress was white and filled with wonderful designs. But somehow, I understood what he meant.He saw me. The real me. Not the version my family wanted me to be."What are you doing?"I spun around. My father was standing in the doorway, his face red with rage. His suit was rumpled. His tie was crooked. He looked like he'd been running."You," he spat. "You selfish, ungrateful—""Father—""Don't you dare speak to me!" He stormed into the room. "Do you have any idea wha

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

Soft, Gentle

I couldn't breathe. He was so close. So impossibly, devastatingly close. I could feel the heat radiating from his body like a furnace. I could smell his cologne. Something dark and expensive, mixed with the clean scent of soap from his shower. I could feel his breath on my skin, warm and uneven. "Diego," I whispered. "Hmm?" His voice was low. Rough. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do. My mind was a blank slate, wiped clean by the sheer intensity of his presence. Every thought I'd ever had had evaporated, replaced by a single, burning awareness of him. His body above mine. His skin against my skin. His eyes—those dark, beautiful eyes fixed on me like I was the only person in the world. I just knew I didn't want him to move away. I reached up. My fingers trembled as they touched his chest. His skin was warm. Smooth. I could feel the muscles beneath, hard and defined. Diego's breath caught. "Olivia." His voice was strained. "You're killing me." I didn't know w

Last Updated : 2026-07-02

All Chapters of Obsessed, He Spoils Me Rotten: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

YOU'RE Marrying Diego De Luca

I HATE seeing you cry

I'll Stay

Like what you see...?

Soft, Gentle