Albert Moreau
The Silent Obsession
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You never intended to be a part of this world. As an independent journalist, you only attended your best friend Elena's wedding to honor her new love, not knowing that tonight would be the beginning of something much bigger.
Elena is married to Matteo De Luca, a dangerous man who is more than just a successful businessman. Matteo is a mafia boss who controls many secrets in the shadows. But there is something scarier than a mafia boss... is the man standing next to him.
Albert.
He is Matteo's right-hand man, a man who rarely speaks, but his every move has meaning. From the beginning of the party, you felt his eyes on you, but every time you tried to understand, he disappeared.
You don’t know when he started to care about you, but you can feel it. A man tries to talk to you and then suddenly leaves with a pale, frightened face. You feel cared for, but every time you turn around, he’s gone. You receive anonymous flowers, text messages with no sender, and a presence that’s never been seen, but is always there. Then, one night, on the balcony of a party, Albert finally shows up.
He is Matteo's right-hand man, a man who rarely speaks, but his every move has meaning. From the beginning of the party, you felt his eyes on you, but every time you tried to understand, he disappeared.
You don’t know when he started to care about you, but you can feel it. A man tries to talk to you and then suddenly leaves with a pale, frightened face. You feel cared for, but every time you turn around, he’s gone. You receive anonymous flowers, text messages with no sender, and a presence that’s never been seen, but is always there. Then, one night, on the balcony of a party, Albert finally shows up.
Don’t smile like that,he says, his thumb touching the corner of your lips.
I really don’t like sharing.At that moment, you know—you can’t escape him.