Mr. Mafia's Obsession: His Darkest Desire

God is going to judge you, and I’m sure He will.

My eyes stayed glued to the blood on the chair, and the sight felt like a wound that kept opening wider each time I looked.

I backed away from the room with shaking legs and stumbled toward my car as if running from a nightmare.

Shame wrapped around my chest so tightly that every breath burned and made my body feel too heavy to carry.

Why did I go to see him when he was the only person I still trusted?

The question stabbed me again and again, each time sharper, each time crueler, as if my own mind wanted to punish me.

My fingers tapped the steering wheel in frantic, broken rhythms while tears refused to stop falling.

I cried until my voice cracked and my chest felt hollow, like something inside me had been carved out with a knife.

With blurry eyes, I turned on the engine and drove away from that house that had ruined everything.

I kept my pain locked inside like a scream trapped in my throat, afraid it would destroy me if I let it out.

When I reached home and stepped out of the car, I saw my parents talking outside.

Their calm voices hit me like a slap because my world was falling apart while theirs remained untouched.

“Mommy…” I whispered weakly before my knees gave out and I collapsed on the ground.

The world spun wildly around me, as if it too had shattered into pieces.

I blinked several times before my vision returned, slow and foggy.

Faces hovered over me, forcing small smiles that felt wrong, as if they were trying to fix something already broken.

I tried to sit up quickly, but someone caught my arm and gently pushed me back onto the bed.

Their touch was soft, but my body flinched as if it expected pain again.

“Elysia,” my mother whispered as her fingers brushed through my tangled hair.

Her voice was too gentle, too steady, like she was afraid I would break apart if she spoke any louder.

“Mom…” I cried again, and the sobs tore through me like sharp blades cutting from the inside.

My whole body shook, remembering everything I desperately wished I could forget.

“Baby, breathe,” she murmured, trying to calm me, but nothing inside me felt calm or safe.

“Tell us what happened. You’ve been asleep since yesterday, and Mother Superior is worried. You were supposed to take your vows today, remember?”

The reminder hit me like freezing water poured over my heart.

I felt my future crumble in my hands, the life I planned falling apart like fragile glass.

How could I say the words?

How could I tell them that my purity—everything I was supposed to protect—was gone?

“I… I got raped,” I whispered, and then the truth escaped me in a painful rush.

The silence that followed felt like the whole world had stopped breathing.

The smile on my mother’s face vanished instantly, replaced by shock and something close to disgust.

My father stiffened where he stood, and Liana’s eyes widened as if she had just seen something she wished she hadn’t.

“Raped?” Liana repeated, her voice unsteady and soft like a trembling leaf.

The word echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls as if it refused to settle.

My throat tightened until I could barely breathe.

I felt dirty, stained, and so painfully small that I wished the floor would swallow me whole.

“Elysia, who raped you?” my mother demanded, her voice rising with anger that filled the room like dark smoke.

Her eyes turned sharp and accusing, making my skin crawl as if I had done something evil.

“Elysia, answer us! Who did this to you?” my father shouted, acting like shouting would force the truth out faster.

His voice was so loud it made the air vibrate, making me want to shrink into the mattress.

“…Ethan,” I whispered, barely able to speak the name without shaking.

“Who is Ethan?” my mother snapped, her tone so sharp it felt like it cut my skin.

That was the problem.

How could I explain something they never wanted to hear?

“Ethan is my best friend,” I whispered, forcing the words out slowly.

“We’ve been close since high school.”

Mom’s eyes widened with fury so intense it made me look away.

“You’ve been keeping a male friend since high school and we never knew?” she yelled, her voice trembling with rage.

Dad stepped closer, and the anger rolling off him felt like heat that burned my skin.

“How do we know he’s not your boyfriend? Your dirty little boyfriend you’ve been hiding?” he spat.

“Daddy, no… it’s not—” I tried to explain, but my voice cracked under the pressure.

“It’s not what?” he roared, his voice booming through the room.

“You sneaked out of the convent to meet him, and then you had sex. And now you expect us to believe this story?”

His words sliced through me with the precision of a blade.

“What kind of daughter are you? Why can’t you be more like Liana?”

The comparison struck me with a pain deeper than all his shouting.

Liana—the perfect one, the pure one, the daughter they loved without conditions.

And me—the mistake they tried to hide.

The daughter they only valued when I obeyed their dreams for me.

I remembered how proud they looked when I said I wanted to become a nun.

I thought I finally did something right, finally made them see worth in me.

But now that tiny spark of hope vanished like it never existed.

They threw it away with their words, crushing it under their anger.

“You’re a disgrace, Elysia,” my mother said, her voice cold and sharp like shattered glass.

“You’ve always been a disgrace, and I regret having you.”

Her words hit me harder than anything Ethan did.

My heart felt like it cracked in two, and the pain spread through me like fire.

“Get ready to explain to the church why you were ‘raped’ on the day you were supposed to say your vows,” she sneered.

Her disgust settled on my skin like filth I couldn’t wash away.

“I hope God forgives your sins, you dirty little whore,” my father spat, each word dripping with hate.

“Dad…” I whispered weakly, reaching for him even though I knew he wouldn’t reach back.

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped.

“Don’t ever call me your father again.”

They walked out one after the other, leaving the door wide open as if they were trying to let their disgust escape the room.

The silence they left behind felt heavier than their anger, thick enough to choke me.

I curled into myself and hugged my knees tightly like a child hiding from a monster.

I hated myself, I hated Ethan, and I hated the poison of pain crawling under my skin.

Standing before the Pope the next day felt like stepping into a storm with no shelter at all.

My story sounded weak and broken, like something made up by someone desperate to escape consequences.

I had sneaked out of the convent to visit my male best friend, and then I was raped.

That was all they heard.

That was all they believed.

“You must leave the convent, Elysia,” the Pope said, his voice stern and heavy with judgment.

“You committed fornication, and then lied by claiming it was rape.”

The disappointment in his eyes wrapped around me like chains I couldn’t break.

His judgment stung more than any punishment could.

“You are expelled,” he said slowly, like he wanted the words to sink into my soul.

“I pray God forgives your sins.”

My knees trembled as if they no longer belonged to me.

His words settled over my skin like a final sentence I couldn’t escape.

“You should leave,” he said softly, but the softness made it hurt even more.

And in that moment, everything inside me fell apart.