The Italian Mafia Don’s Revenge Turned into Obsessive Love

Celestia’s POV.

“What?! You want me to marry someone I don’t even know?!” I exclaimed in a horrified tone.

Mom’s face turned a deep shade of red. “You think this is about what you want, Celestia?! Since your father disappeared without a word, the company has been on the brink of failure! I’ve sacrificed everything to keep us afloat, and now you’re refusing to help?!”

I stood up, glaring at her as I felt my heart pounding with anger. “I won’t marry anyone! I won’t let you control my life anymore! You can’t dictate my happiness, Mom! No matter how much you try to guilt me into it! This isn’t about the family! It’s about my life and my choices!”

“How dare you speak to me like that?!” she thundered, the walls seeming to shake with her fury. “If you think you can just walk away from this without consequences, you’re sorely mistaken! You will marry Mr. Larussovan whether you like it or not, Celestia!” she roared, her face flushed with anger.

My breathing became ragged as I stared at her, every word feeling like a blow. I shook my head, the anger boiling inside me. Without another word, I turned my back on her and walked away, ignoring her desperate pleas and the echo of her frustration in the room.

I was overwhelmed, and in a haze of desperation, I staggered into the nearest club. I drank as much as I could, hoping to numb everything. I don’t know how many glasses I had.

I left the bar eventually, barely aware of my surroundings, and got into a cab.

Suddenly, a strange smell filled the air. I looked around but felt dizzy, and before I knew it, everything went dark.

When I woke up, the city was gone. I was lying on the ground surrounded by endless rice fields.

My head throbbed painfully as I sat up, confused. The cab, the city, my stuff, everything was missing. All I had was this vast, quiet field. I was alone and had no idea how I ended up here or what to do next.

“Fuck that taxi driver! Fuck that marriage for convenience! Fuck everything! Just fuck it!” I yelled in frustration, tears started escaping.

“Why do I have to live this kind of life?! Why does Mom only think about money?! You never care about my feelings, Mom! I hate you so much! And now, you want me to marry some stranger?! You’re unbelievable! How could you do this to your only daughter?!!” I cried out in the middle of the empty road.

With nowhere else to go, I saw an abandoned building nearby and decided to spend the night there. I just want to be alone now…

As I stepped inside, the dim light revealed a group of men. The tallest one among them held a gun, and his eyes locked onto me with a cold, threatening stare.

I smiled bitterly. “Just kill me now…” I started sobbing hard. As my tears fell uncontrollably, I took slow, hesitant steps toward him.

“Please, just end this. Shoot me right here. I can’t take it anymore.”

He stared at me with an unreadable expression. Then, his deep, commanding voice cut through the silence. “Leave us.”

His men hesitated for a moment before retreating, leaving the two of us alone in the stark, oppressive quiet.

He took a step closer, his shadow stretching over me. “You think death will solve your problems?” His voice was low.

“I just want the pain to end…”

Without warning, he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against my forehead. The steel felt like an icy brand against my skin.

“Do you really want this?” he demanded, his voice sharp and demanding. “Look at me. This is your chance to end it all.”

I flinched at the sensation.

“I could end your suffering now,” he said softly.

He paused, his nose twitching slightly. “You reek of alcohol. Is that your escape? Drowning your sorrows in drink, hoping it will numb the pain?”

With a shaky breath, I blurted out, “My mom… she wants me to marry someone I don’t even know. She wants to take away my freedom. All my life, she’s been controlling me!”

The man’s eyes flickered with something akin to understanding, though his expression remained stoic.

He studied me, his expression inscrutable. “You know what’s the best way to numb the pain?” he whispered huskily.

“Tell me…” I whispered, almost in a begging tone.

He smirked. “A good fuck.”

Before I could even say anything, he grabbed my neck and pulled me closer. He pressed his lips against mine, a desperate, consuming kiss.

When he broke the kiss, his eyes searched for mine.

“Do you want a good fuck, Miss?”

“Maybe… I need to feel something other than this emptiness…” I murmured.

As our bodies pressed together, I felt the weight of his authority and the gravity of my own desperation. I fumbled with his clothing, driven by an urgent need to feel something, anything other than the pain that had consumed me.

“Tu sei mio da ora in poi…” he whispered as he entered me.

“Yes, don’t stop!” I moaned shamelessly.

As I surrendered my virginity to this stranger, in this old abandoned building, it was both physical and emotional, a moment of profound vulnerability.

He drove into me with an aggressive thrust, his movements rough and insistent. “Senti come ti prendo!” he roared, his voice raw with intensity.

I don’t understand any of it, and the pleasure was too blinding.

His grip tightened, his control slipping as he pushed deeper. “Sei così bella…”

“Fuck me hard! Oh my god!” My eyes rolled at the unexplainable pleasure.

“Cazzo! Quanto ti desidero! Dimmi che ti piace!”

The room filled with the sound of our urgent breaths and his harsh Italian curses.

Those were the final moments I remember before drifting off to sleep.

I stirred awake in the abandoned building’s eerie silence. My head throbbed, and I scanned the room, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. A jolt of shock ran through me as I realized one thing.

“Did I just lose my virginity to a complete stranger?!” I exclaimed into the air. Seriously? I lost my virginity in this old abandoned building? What else could be worse than this?!

My eyes then fell on a crisp $500 bill lying beside me. Grabbing it, I felt a mix of anxiety and relief.

“At least he was nice enough to leave money. He probably noticed I didn’t have any,” I huffed. I left the building hastily, my mind racing with questions and guilt.

Back at home, my mother was waiting, visibly enraged.

“Where have you been all night?” she demanded, her voice sharp and cutting.

I shot back. I felt my face flushed with anger. “I was out. Do you even care, or are you just looking for a reason to yell at me?”

Her eyes flashed with anger. “I was worried sick about you!”

“You think I wanted to be out there? You’re the reason I feel like I can’t breathe around here. You don’t get to yell at me when you never listen.”

“That’s not the issue right now. You have to get ready. You’re meeting the man you’re going to marry. He’s already in the office room!”

My jaw dropped. “Are you serious? You’re planning this behind my back? I didn’t agree to this!”

“Sometimes life doesn’t go the way you want.”

My anger boiled over, a mix of resentment and helplessness flooding me. “So, you’re just controlling my life again!”

She sighed. “This is for your own good. You’ll understand.”

I stormed off, seething with frustration, feeling trapped by my mother’s decisions. Despite my anger, I knew I had no choice but to prepare to meet my soon-to-be groom. The thought made me laugh dryly.

When I finished preparing myself, I made my way to the office with a heart heavy with resentment. I pushed open the door, expecting to meet a stranger, but what I saw left me in stunned silence.

There, standing in the center of the room, was the man from last night. He looked at me with a cold, unreadable expression.

“Y-You’re the one my mother wants me to marry?” I whispered in disbelief.

Mom led me into the office with firm steps. “Celestia, this is Mr. Ravaniel Larussovan. He’s the CEO of the Luxes Empire.”

The man, Ravaniel, stood with a commanding presence, his face set in a serious expression.

“The Luxes Empire is the largest and most influential conglomerate in the region,” Mom continued. “Their resources and power are immense. This marriage will solidify our family’s position and bring us significant benefits.”

Ravaniel’s gaze remained steady, his voice devoid of warmth. “We’ll proceed as planned. Let’s not waste time. We both understand the importance of this. We should handle it accordingly.”

Ravaniel’s POV.

Magnolia left us, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving the room heavy with silence. But that silence didn’t last long. Celestia’s gaze shot toward me, filled with a mix of anger and desperation. She stood there, trembling, her lips barely able to form the words, but I saw it in her eyes… something was about to break.

“I can’t do this,” she said, her voice trembling, but there was a fire in it. The words were almost desperate, like she was pleading for some escape that I wasn’t going to give her. Her gaze flickered to the door, as though she was contemplating running, but she knew better than that. She knew she was trapped.

“This isn’t what I agreed to.”

I fixed my eyes on hers, narrowing them to cold slits. Her defiance was almost amusing, but I wasn’t in the mood for games. The air between us grew thick with tension, the kind that didn’t need words to speak for it. I could feel her pulse quickening, could see the fear flickering behind her eyes, but it only fueled the anger building in my chest.

“You think you can back out now?” I asked, my voice a low growl, as though I was addressing something beneath me. The words came out sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife. The calmness in my tone was deceptive. I didn’t need to raise my voice to show the danger in my words. I wanted her to know how little choice she had left. My gaze didn’t waver from hers, not even for a moment.

Her breath hitched, and I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. She wasn’t as brave as she was trying to make herself out to be. She was just scared, like the rest of them. Scared of what I was capable of, scared of what I might do next. And in that fear, I could taste her hesitation, the cracks starting to form in her resolve. But she wasn’t going to get away with it. Not now. Not after everything I had sacrificed to get here.

I stepped forward, the sound of my boots against the floor echoing in the room, each step deliberate, as if I was making sure she knew exactly who was in control. My presence loomed over her, oppressive, suffocating. I let the silence stretch for a moment before I spoke again.

“Do you understand what you’re saying, Celestia?” I took another step closer, watching as she instinctively pulled back, but I closed the distance. My voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper now, but it held an unmistakable threat.

“You think you can just walk away from this?”

Her eyes flashed with defiance again, but it was weaker now, less certain. She couldn’t hide the trembling in her hands, the way her breath came in short gasps. She knew. She knew I wasn’t the kind of man you could simply walk away from. Not without consequences.

I let the tension hang between us, savoring the moment, before I leaned in just slightly, my breath brushing against her ear.

“You’re in this, Celestia. Whether you like it or not. You don’t get to decide when this ends. Not anymore. This is bigger than you, bigger than your petty resistance.”

She shuddered, whether from fear or something else, I wasn’t sure. But I could see it in her eyes. She was starting to realize the weight of her words. The weight of her decision. And there was no turning back now.

Her breath caught. “You don’t understand,” she spat, frustration coloring her every word. “I never wanted this. I’m not ready to be married to someone I barely know. This… this is not what I signed up for. And…” She paused, swallowing hard. “Last night… it was a mistake. I was drunk. It shouldn’t have happened. I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to feel something… anything, but not this. Not this marriage. I can’t do this!”

Her words didn’t reach me. Not in the way she wanted. I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch. My expression stayed frozen, but I could feel something darker in my chest stirring. I took a single step forward, narrowing the space between us, the tension crackling.

“You may not have signed up for this, Celestia, but let me make one thing clear,” I said, my tone deceptively calm, like I was speaking to a child who didn’t understand. “This is no longer about your wishes. It’s about what needs to be done. There are forces at play here far bigger than your little fantasy of choice. You don’t get to back out now.” I let the weight of my words settle, harsh and unforgiving, like a slap to her face.

She glared at me, defiance burning in her eyes, but beneath that, I saw fear creeping in. She took a step back, her hands shaking at her sides. “Why do you even want to marry me? Why do you want to save our company?” Her voice trembled, and I saw the panic taking hold. “We don’t even know each other!”

Without a word, I closed the distance between us in a heartbeat. My hand found her neck, cool at first, almost tender, but then my grip tightened, pulling her closer, forcing her to face me.

Her breath caught, her pulse racing beneath my touch. She was scared… desperate. It only fueled the fire in me.

“Sometimes,” I said softly, my voice dark and dangerous, “the reasons are more complicated than words can express. We don’t have the luxury of time to question every little detail. This is what needs to happen. And it will happen, whether you like it or not. The wedding will be in a few weeks.”

I released her neck abruptly, and she stumbled back, gasping for air, as I turned on my heel and walked toward the door. I didn’t spare her another glance as I slammed it shut behind me, leaving her standing there, her heart still racing in the quiet, suffocating room.

I barely acknowledged the doorman as I entered my club, my jaw clenched tight, barely keeping the fury inside me contained. My mind was a storm, rage, confusion, cold calculation, all swirling together in a violent whirlwind. The agents were waiting in the lounge, but I didn’t care to even look at them as I walked through.

“What’s the update?” My voice cut through the air, sharp and biting.

Rocco stepped forward, his face pale, unease written all over him. “We’re still working on tracking Dencio Marcinni, Don Ravaniel. We’ve expanded our search, but…” He faltered, glancing down. “We’re facing major obstacles.”

I narrowed my eyes, my gaze cold and unforgiving as my anger began to simmer. “Obstacles?” My voice was dangerously low, the fury just beneath the surface. “Obstacles? You’ve had weeks to find him. And now you stand here telling me you’ve got nothing?”

Rocco shifted uneasily, but I didn’t let up, pinning him with a stare that could freeze blood. “But, Don, we are pushing harder now. We’ve followed every lead, but Dencio’s covering his tracks well. We’re running out of options,” he muttered, fear in his voice.

I clenched my fists, my body trembling with barely contained rage. My teeth ground together, and I hissed, “You think I care about your obstacles? About your excuses?” I took a step closer, towering over him. “All I want are results. You’ve had more than enough time. And all I see are delays, mistakes, and failed promises!”

Without warning, I slammed my fist onto the table, the sound a deafening crash that echoed through the room. “I want him found. Now. Do you hear me? I don’t care if you have to tear this city apart, burn it to the ground. I want him, and I want him now!”

Rocco flinched, his face drained of color. “We’re doing everything we can, Don. We’ll get him. I swear it. We’re working day and night…”

“I don’t want your damn promises!” I snarled, my voice like a growl, sending a shudder through the room. “I want results. I want him dead. I want him to pay for everything he’s taken from me. And I want it now, or you’ll regret it.”

The room fell silent. The agents knew better than to speak now, all of them shifting uncomfortably, but none of them daring to break the stillness.

Rocco finally managed to speak, his voice breaking. “We will intensify our efforts, Don Ravaniel. We won’t stop until we find him. I swear on my life.”

“Don’t swear to me,” I hissed, my eyes narrowing. “Swear to your survival. Because if you don’t deliver… if I hear another ‘update’ and not results, you’ll regret it.”

The agents scrambled to leave, eager to escape before I decided to make them an example. I stayed seated, trembling with rage, but I forced myself to take a drink, the glass shaking in my hand as I downed the liquid. It burned, but it didn’t touch the fire inside me.

I stared at the photo of my wife, her smile forever etched in my mind, though now those smiles were twisted… distorted into grim reminders of everything I had lost. What was once warmth now felt like a cruel mockery. Emerald’s laughter, a sound that used to bring me peace, now echoed in my head like the hollow clang of a prison door.

“I’ll make them pay, Emerald,” I murmured to myself, my voice low and thick with venom. The photograph seemed to mock me, the edges fraying as my thoughts became more erratic. “If I can’t reach Dencio, I’ll go after his daughter. Celestia Marcinni…” Her name left my lips like an incantation, a vow. The fury in my eyes burned even brighter as I pictured her, soft and fragile, unaware of the storm that was about to engulf her. She would be my instrument of revenge, whether she realized it or not.

“I’ll make her fall for me,” I whispered, my words drenched in malice. A cruel smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I pictured her… helpless, weak, a pawn in my hands. “And when she does… when she believes she can trust me, I’ll make sure she bleeds on her knees. I will break her, piece by piece. Every bit of pain her father caused me will be reflected in the torment I make her endure.” The thought of seeing her cry, of watching her face twist with agony, made the anger surge through me once more. It wasn’t enough to hurt Dencio. No, he had to see his daughter suffer for his sins. He had to know what it felt like to watch the ones you love drown in the same misery you had inflicted.

My fingers clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms, but I couldn’t contain the rage that bubbled beneath the surface. I could feel it, hot and suffocating, gnawing at the edges of my mind. I slammed my glass onto the table, the sound of it shattering like a thunderclap in the otherwise quiet room. My hands shook violently, the tremors now a physical manifestation of the chaos inside me.

The air around me was thick with tension, suffocating in its stillness. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, each beat only fueling the storm that was building inside me. I would not stop. I could not stop. This had become something far bigger than just Dencio. This was about retribution, about taking back what had been stolen from me, about making everyone… every single person who had wronged me pay.

The agents better pray they didn’t get in my way again. I didn’t care about their excuses, their promises of results. Time was running out, and I needed answers, now. But Celestia… she was my next step. The moment she fell for me… if she fell for me, it would be too late for her. She would be trapped, and the consequences of her father’s actions would become her own personal hell. I would tear her apart, bit by bit, and nothing would stop me.

As I stood up, the rage inside me felt almost tangible, like a physical weight pressing down on my chest. I walked toward the window, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The city stretched out before me, unaware of the storm brewing in the heart of its very streets. Celestia Marcinni was going to be my weapon of revenge. I would break her. And when I did, I would stand over her, watching as she crumbled beneath me, knowing that the pain would finally be worth it.