Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession novel Chapter 4

I paced back and forth in my room, biting my nails, waiting for my father and brother to return so that I could tell them about my encounter with Nikolai at the college.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the dangerous obsession I saw in his eyes. It is terrifying me to the core.

The silence in my own home felt suffocating. Each tick of the clock only intensified my anxiety. There was this deep feeling in my stomach that something was about to happen. Something that would change everything.

The soft knock on the door broke the chain of my thoughts.

"Come in," I whispered.

"Princess, the master is calling you to his study," the maid informed me.

"Father’s back?" I asked, surprised.

She nodded.

Without waiting for her to leave, I walked past her, heading straight to my father’s study. I just wanted to hug him, cry in his arms, and tell him how that man tried to scare me.

People call me "Princess," but it’s not just for the title. I am, in every sense, my father and brother’s princess. They’ve always protected and fought for me in the past, and I knew they would do so again if needed.

I didn’t need permission to enter my father’s study. I just pushed the door open, only to be surprised to see my brother, Marco, and my fiancé, Dimitri, already there. The three of them were seated around the large oak desk with grave expressions on their faces. The room fell silent the moment I entered.

"My Princess," my father’s calm yet firm voice broke the stillness. "Come in."

His eyes, usually cold and threatening to the world, were always warm and comforting to me. In his presence, I forgot all my worries.

But this time, his eyes held something else — something that made my stomach tighten: Stress. Tiredness. And… defeat? Something troubled him. My gaze flicked to Marco; he tried to smile at me but I could tell it was forced. Dimitri, too, looked tense, his shoulders stiff.

The tension in the air and seriousness on their faces indicated that obviously something was wrong.

"Sit down, Alessia," Marco said, his voice low but firm.

Slowly, I lowered myself into the chair, my eyes flickering between the three men. I longed to tell them everything about my encounter with Nikolai, but the unease in the room held me back.

I felt a warm, rough palm settle over mine, and though the hand belonged to my fiancé, my first instinct was to pull away.

‘You are in trouble Princess, if you let that bastard touch you.’ Nikolia’s words rang in my head.

Dimitri was chosen for me by my father. He believed Dimitri was the best for me, that he was dependable, strong, and would offer me the security I needed. I was promised to him the day I turned eighteen. But I have never felt at ease around him.

I believe this is due to the age difference between us. I wasn't sure if it was just me, but we seemed to be on opposite sides of the world at times.

"What happened, Dad?" I broke the silence when it became too much for me. "Why are you so stressed?"

"Nikolai is back," Marco answered, his gaze hardening.

My stomach churned, and my heart skipped a beat.

They know. They know Nikolai is back.

"And he’s already making moves against us." Marco looked away, his jaw clenching and fists tightening "He has sabotaged that shipment, which was about to bring us a lot of fortune. He paid off the dock workers to change the cargo manifest and sent our goods elsewhere."

My heart sank and my fists tightened as I could feel the hatred building inside him.

Yes, he is our rival but I didn't think of him steeping so low. There were rules—a code that even he should have respected.

"But more than anything else, right now we are concerned about you." Marco added.