Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession novel Chapter 5

It has been two weeks since I moved here. I have not heard from my father or brother since then.

My anxiety is increasing by the day, and loneliness is killing me. I've stopped myself several times from contacting my family.

I just want them to ensure my safety as soon as possible so I can return to my normal life.

Since this morning, I have been feeling very strange. The anxiety in my stomach is making me feel like vomiting. My heart is restless. I have been trying to keep myself engaged and distracted, but I cannot shake off the feeling that something is about to happen. Something bad.

I flinched when my phone suddenly started ringing. I immediately rushed to it, believing that my father must be contacting me and asking me to come back, but instead, I was surprised to find the call from an unknown number.

Before coming here, Dad gave me a different contact number. Only Dad, Marco, and Dimitri had that number.

Who is calling me other than them?

My first thought was to ignore it, but my hand went against my brain. I picked it up and waited for the person to speak first.

"Hello Alessia"

My eyebrows furrowed. It was the voice of Sara, Marco's fiance. But what made me worried was the fact that she was crying.

"Sara," my voice trembled. "What happened? Sara?"

"Alessia, Marco..." She sobbed.

"Sara," I licked my lips and swallowed hard as my throat went dry. "Please tell me. What happened?"

"They... They died," she cried.

I felt my cheeks flush, my pupils dilate, and my pulse quicken.

"Rossi Empire... It's in ashes."

My entire world shook. Her words were crystal clear, but they still did not make sense. My brain refused to accept them.

"Your father, Marco, your home, their hard work—everything is burning in the flames of revenge."

Her heartbreaking sob tore through the phone line and pierced into my ears. I, on the other hand, was completely shocked and struggling to digest the news.

My whole body trembled, and my hands shook as I struggled to breathe.

No! It can't happen. They can't go just like that. They promised to protect me with their lives.

And then, as if energy coursed through me, I ran without caring about the warning, without caring about the world. Every second felt like an hour as the driver sped towards my city, my home. My head spun, my vision blurred, and my breathing became ragged, but nothing stopped me.

I am sure Sara and Marco are pranking me. Everything will be fine when I get there.

But my illusion shattered when I caught sight of the flames—massive, horrifying, licking the sky, consuming everything I hold dear.

I stumbled as I stepped out of the car. The Rossi estate, which served as the nerve center of my family's dynasty, was engulfed in flames. The heat of the fire sent terror through my entire being.

A small burning rock came under my bare foot, but not even a single wince passed my lips. My heart was broke with every step.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.

"Dad, Marco..."I hoped they would call me back, so I screamed.

The way they always had.

But this time...

I heard nothing.

Nothing except the sound of cruel flames.

No!

They can't leave me like this. I won't let them go alone. I am nothing without the Rossi Empire. If it is gone, my life will also have no meaning.

Without thinking, I ran toward the remains of the grand staircase, my hands outstretched as if Dad would come running down and hug me, telling me that everything was fine and it was just a nightmare.

But instead, I was pulled back. A firm arm locked around my waist, lifting me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. I struggled, kicked, and flailed, but the arm didn't loosen.

The sensation was cold and commanding, pulling me away from the devastation. I turned, only to be faced with the last person I wanted to see.

My nightmare.

My tormentor.

And I stopped dead.

My eyes widened, and my body stiffened. My ears turned red, and my whole body heated up. When my wild struggle stopped, he slowly loosened his grip, letting me down on the ground.

I turned around to face him, and to my surprise, there was no trace of guilt on his face. He stood solid, untouched by the surrounding destruction. It was as if something was normal for him. His dark eyes watched me like a predator who had finally cornered its prey.

"You…" My voice cracked as I shoved at his chest. "You did this!"