Beauty and her Beast:The Don's obsession
Chapter 42 - 41: Don Don

Chapter 42: Chapter 41: Don Don

Third pov-Ball continuation

After admiring her and proving difficult to even allow her step out of the house, they finally made it to the ball and Bella’s mouth was left hanging in awe of what her eyes was greeted with.

A lavishly decorated space that screams nothing but power and wealth and the way the whioe place is decorated with a touch of sophisticarion and elegance she cannot help but be plesantly surprised.

Through out their ride, Raffaele cannot take his eyes off her as the man settled for just starring at her like a creep while holding her hand in his in a tight clasp.

She would occasionally turn to face him but flush and look away from the devlishly handsome man.

After the pleasantries she could still feel the fear and respect people hold for the great Raffaele Vincenti.

And that led to her wondering.

How that man has the audacity.

"I told you to let go" Bella hiccups, completely didcarding the fact that she has just used a bottle to smash a person’s head. If she is her usual self she would have been panicking by now, with tears streaming down her face but after being drunk and out of it she could only glare at the bleeding man.

Raffaele who is placed at the other side of the hall, notices the commotion and instantly his expression changes as he suddenly remembers Bella.

Marxhing towards the scene, a way is immediately made for him and he could swear his heart fell, seeing his beloved with a half bottle while a man who is bleeding raises his hand to strike her.

"I hope you are tired of living" Raffaele thunders bringing out his gun and shooting the hand of the man which remains mid hair.

The piercing scream of the man has Bella stumbling backwards about to fall but strong arms wrap around her immediately.

"Vi-Vincenti" The man who Raffaele just shot stutters in disbelieve as he stares at the enraged eyes of the beast.

"How dare you raise those filthy hands to my woman" Raffaele sneers with deep hatred while glaring at the man with disgust.

The said man twists in pain but at Raffaele’s words his eyes widen.

Everybody in the underworld has heard about Vincenti’s woman and they also know not to play around with her else they arevtired of living.

His face grows palevand he opens and closes his mouth, suddenly loosing the ability to even speak properly.

"I guess you’ll be an example" A malicious and sinister smile creeps up on Raffaele’s face as he weaps his arms more around Angel.

"Now listen everyone. This woman right here is mine and only MINE, i dare anybody to step forward and try hurt her again and that person will be skinned alive. I Raffaele Vincenti declare her as My Queen" Raffaele’s voice booms round the whole hall which has now been quiet with some of the guest shuddering in fear

"Greet" He practically orders and that is when they plCce a clenvhed fists of their right hand on their chest before mumbling a hort sentence.

"Let’s go" He is about to step forward with her when she jerks her hand away from his.

Raffaele looks at her with Raised brow but she doesn’t pay attention and walks to the weeping man on the floor.

Even Raffaele is stunned when he sees that Bella has just slapped with that man on the face.

She stands up with a giggle before raising and pumping her hand the way wrestlers do.

"I am RaffaeleVincenti" She says with a slow whistle.

"Let’s go" Raffaele tries again after signaling for his men to take the weeping man along.

He doesn’t forgive.

"I want you to carry me" Bella says, arms wide open with a cute smile spread on her lips she went as killing him futher by pouting.

Raising her ul in his arms in bridal style he makes his way outside not caring about the whispers.

"You are so strrroong" Bella says innocently and cutely just beside his ear and her breathe touches his skin causing it to tingle.

Raffaele pauses and lets out a curse before hurrying to the car with the woman in hand.

She is sin

He concludes without much thoughts and places her in the car before getting in himself

While the driver is driving the car towards the house,

Bella is anything but still as she is either too close to him and touching his face or she’ll start a topic he knows nothing about.

"Hey mister" She taps the shoulder of the man driving the car the are presently sittng him.

"Ma’am" The man gulps, terrified. He never once turned to look his lady boss or start thinking of even trying to disrespect as he knows that will be his end.

"Playyy some music" The man had no choice and switched on the radio making Bella’s face to split into a huge grin and she turns to Raffaele.

"Let’s dance" Raffaele doesn’t even know when he laughs at what she is saying butbhe does with his eyes shinning in amusement.

She keeps it for the rest of the ride and at a point even tried to open the door of the car and she succeded only to shriek and fall in his arms.

When they get up, she ends uo throwing up on his suiy and he ended up cleaning them both.

Bella’s pov-present

Engrossed in his work, his brow furrowed in concentration. I can’t help but admire his dedication and focus. Despite the dangerous situation I find myself in, there is something about him that draws me in.

As I continue to chat with Angel, I can’t shake the feeling that I am being watched. I glance around nervously, but no one else seems to be paying us any attention. It must be my imagination playing tricks on me.

I try to push away the memories of last night, the reckless decisions I made in the heat of the moment. I know I should feel guilty, but there is a part of me that can’t help but feel a thrill at the danger and excitement of it all.

I take a deep breath and try to focus on the present moment, on the man in front of me who holds all the power. I know I need to be careful, to watch my every move and word. But deep down, a part of me can’t help but wonder what it would be like to let go and surrender to the unknown.

Parts of my brain tries recalling all that happened last bight, from my drunk spur to me acting irrationally.

"Good morning" He had greeted this morning like nothing happened, or rather like I had done or said nothing the night before but I know better than to think so.

"M-morning" The stutter was innevitable as I myself could not control it and after a rather awkward breakfast for me where I was eating on eggshells the whole time, I made my way to the living room.

"You aren’t going to work" He is always dressed in his work clothes so seeing him so casual is surprising yet pleasing.

I had even surprised myself from me trying to innitiate a conversation

But curiousity led to me conversing with him.

"You want me to go to work" I don’t think he wants me to answer that and I dont and just remain silent.

I sit on the couch in the living room while absentmindedly playing with my fingers and thinking about life.

Bored out of my mind, I decide to go check out the library and that is exactly what I do.

In the library, I sit down and just decide to read a book which is a dark romance and from the cover it looks interesting with a good name.

I am so invested in my book and I snap out of it when there is a knock on the door.

Turning, I see a maid standing there with hands tucked behind her back respectfully.

"The Don is calling you down for lunch" She says and I nod my head before getting up to follow closely behind her, my book in hand.

Nothing would have prepared me for the sight in the living room and I almost find myself rolling my eyes.

There sitted, is the woman who was at the ball and that ws practically throwing herself all over him.

Not that I care.

She is here with an unfamiliar looking man and while they are busy talking to the don he looks everybit of uninterested.

The sound of my soft footsteps alerrs them and soon they are all starring in my direction. The don stands up and comes close before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Baby meet Cornelia and Duke, they are business associates" Raffaele says and the two weird looking people stand up, with their attention on me.

"The girl" The woman cornelia mutters with a clear taste of distaste as she eyes me.

Pray her eyes fall down.