The Mafia's Forgotten Obsession

o again. Such as sitting alone at a high-end eatery, waiting for your childhood lo

iting on him, butterflies dancing in her stomach in anticipation and eyes da

the tenth time in the past two hours. She gazed down at her high low red dress that s

ring off. Now that he wasn't here yet, and nor was his number goin

elf and stood up to leave the fancy eat

mes, her family driver, grinned in the driver's seat as h

in her seat, letting out a deep sigh. Jame noticed the sour moo

hat annoyed until she passed her frustration onto James. "Of course, off we go

en home until James notified her. "Uh-uh okay", She said and alighted. On getting upstairs to her room

at?" Vivie

hy wouldn't you even pick your call?" Z

r isn't going through. That explains why my moo

ent you this letter through a delivery man. I don't know what it's about. Maybe he chang

ter instead of texting me?" She

shrugged, chuckling. But Vivienne's lightened expressio

avering, a dazed expression on her face as she

nfused when she noticed another letter that was placed at t

to face you and confess that I've stopped loving you. I know I gave you a promise ring and I promised to marry you after college, but

Tobias loves you better than I would ever do. I will be happy to se

lingered on the pink silk curtains draping down to the polished bronze tiled floor in her room. Her high school sweetheart, the love of her life, the

lustered-looking Vivienne, dashed to her

e content would change when she read it for the second time, but it was the same. Tears had stained her face now as she tried to get a gri

to the floor. She grabbed her hands. "Okay,

Zoe sounded like a blur in her ears as drowned into her dazed state. Tristan had been begging her since forever to reconcile with him after she broke up with him over an

ad always envied their relationships rained mocking comments around. To avoid it all, she had traveled out to Paris for a mini vacation to heal, but she couldn't get her lover out of her mind. And after a month, s

stan, but it kept ending in voicemails. She stood abruptly and wip

said, smiling as she walked over to the vanity. She picked up a diamond necklace

s and slipped into her heels. She then grabbed her clutch and ran downstairs, her heels clicking against the smooth steps of the

se" She instructed the chauffeur who had just brou

e", James replied, sensin

e's mind raced with questions, her heart heavy and flutteri

lse but him, that's how obsessed he is. Something is definitely wrong." V

just drive" Vivienne responded, her voice tinged with deep anxiety. When they arrived at

frantically pressing the intercom. "Tristan! Trista

en it finally went to voicemail, she left a shaky message. "Tristan, it's Vivienne. Please, call me back. I need to talk to you." She was losing her mind, she po

WhatsApp message. She opened and read the content. Her blood instantly ran cold. Her pupils dilat

ianca Bennett, were shot by armed robbers while they were driving down the road on a m

ll is well miss?" James tilted his head while he drove, curious about Vi

dside, beating her chest wildly while at it. Her phone rang in her hands and she picked it up wi

s shaky and low over the phone. Vivienne felt she could go

looking forward to her next words, her body trembling u

gain. "The Bennetts are dead Vivi. They were robbed... and shot". Her mum sobbed over the