SINFUL POSSESSION

Character intro

Name: -PRISHA CHRIS JOHNSON (FL)(Half Indian half American, bubbly, badass, fierce and helping nature, angry bird, sometimes acts as child)

Name: - LORENZO SALVATORE FLAVIO ROSSI (ML)(Professor at Arcade college for outer word, dark secrets hidden, multi billionaire, arrogant, hard to approach, handsome, ruthless, merciless, hates betraying/betrayer)

Prologue

"Prisha," his voice was a whisper, a plea wrapped in a command. "You shouldn't be out here alone."

Something in her gut twisted, but she forced a smile. "I'm not afraid."

Lorenzo stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup her chin. "Perhaps you should be."

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Prisha is a fearless, half-Indian, half-American woman who believes she's got life all figured out-until she meets the enigmatic Professor Lorenzo Salvatore Flavio Rossi at her university in New York. What begins as a harmless flirtation quickly spirals into a dangerous dance of desire and deception.

Lorenzo is not who he appears to be. Behind the mask of a charismatic professor lies a ruthless Italian mafia boss, deep undercover on a deadly mission. Drawn irresistibly to Prisha, Lorenzo finds himself caught between the duty he must fulfill and the intense feelings he harbors for her. He falls for her, hard, but keeps his true identity hidden, hoping against hope that she will never discover the darkness that surrounds him.

But when the truth comes out, Prisha's world shatters. Desperate to escape the man she once loved, she finds herself trapped in a nightmare as Lorenzo's obsession turns dangerous. A twisted turn of events pushes him to cross a line, leading to a heart-wrenching tragedy that forces Prisha to flee, only to fall into the clutches of a jealous Russian princess who has her own deadly plans for Salvatore.

In a world where love and obsession blur the lines between right and wrong, Prisha must find a way to survive-and perhaps even forgive the man who tore her life apart. But will their love ever be enough to conquer the darkness, or will it consume them both?

SINFUL POSSESSION is a gripping tale of passion, betrayal, and the fine line between love and madness. Prepare to be swept away by a story that will leave you breathless until the very last page.

Author's pov

An unforeseen event transpired that irrevocably damaged the relationship between Prisha and Salvatore, leaving Prisha's heart in ruins and breaking Salvatore's spirit. The very truth he had dreaded most was finally brought to light. Did he intend to hide the truth indefinitely? No, his intention was merely to clarify matters and help her comprehend the situation.

However, as the adage states, "no relationship endures if it is founded on deception," and this was precisely the outcome here. Is their relationship irreparably fractured? The future remains uncertain, but the current circumstances are excruciating for both parties involved.

Prisha gazed at him with tear-filled eyes, her lips quivering and her body trembling. The man before her was no longer the one she had loved, the one with whom she had shared cherished moments. Instead, she faced the formidable Salvatore, the mafia boss, clad in a bloodstained shirt, the evidence of his recent brutality evident.

Blood was splattered across his face, and he showed no inclination to clean it. He had never anticipated that she would witness him in such a state. Behind him stood two guards, weapons drawn, their intimidating presence only heightened her fear.

Salvatore's gaze fell upon her, noticing her bleeding knees as she sat on the dusty floor. He approached her, but as he took a step forward, she instinctively crawled backward. He halted, pained by her retreat, and the sight of her injured knees affected him more deeply than her own suffering. In a moment of desperation, he drew his gun and shot the legs of both guards, the gunfire reverberating through the room.

Blood splattered onto her face as she screamed in terror, "No... no... don't kill me!" Both guards collapsed, clutching their wounded legs in agony.

Four additional guards escorted them to the infirmary. "No... no... no," she repeated incessantly, rocking back and forth in distress. He stood there, observing her, seemingly unfazed by the chaos he had just unleashed, maintaining an unsettling calm as if nothing had occurred.

He stayed away from her, unsure of how to provide comfort or explain the circumstances. One thought nagged at him: how on earth did she find out about this place? But looking at her, it was clear she wasn't in a position to answer his questions.

Meanwhile, Michael and Daniel were speeding towards the location Prisha had sent. After twenty minutes, Michael finally checked her brief message and felt puzzled by her words.

He noticed she had included the location, and before calling her, he decided to look it up to see if he could send help if he was running late. When he opened the link, he was stunned to discover it led to their torture basement. He quickly texted Salvatore to alert him about her presence there, but received no response. So, he instructed one of Salvatore's bodyguards to relay the message.

He then called Daniel to update him on the situation and urged him to hurry. They dashed to the elevator, reached the parking lot, and jumped into the car. Michael sped off towards the building, ignoring traffic laws, while Daniel attempted to reach Salvatore but got no reply. Little did they realize the true horror unfolding at that location.

Unbeknownst to them, Salvatore had become her worst nightmare. He sat on the floor, head bowed, left hand resting on his knee, one leg bent, and a gun gripped tightly in his right hand, feeling utterly lost and unsure of how to navigate this dire situation.

As they approached, both individuals heard the sound of running footsteps. Prisha glanced at the newcomers, while Salvatore, recognizing who had arrived in the basement, chose not to lift his gaze, remaining seated and contemplating his current predicament.

He felt fear for the second time in his life, the first being related to his family. Prisha turned her attention to Michael, who noticed her distress.

"Are you alright, angel?" he inquired with concern.

"Michael, Daniel," she exclaimed, and then rushed to embrace both of them. However, her inner voice began to echo warnings: 'They are brothers, and they too bear the blood of innocent victims; they are no different from him; they are murderers, remember they run a mafia, do not be deceived by their facade.'

Fueled by adrenaline, she suddenly pushed them away with force and sprinted off like Usain Bolt or P.T. Usha, leaving Michael and Daniel astonished by her strength.

"Go after her and bring her back," Salvatore commanded the twins.

"But let her calm down first," Daniel attempted to reason.

"Just do as I say," Salvatore replied curtly, still keeping his head down.

"Yes, boss," they responded, and immediately pursued her.

Prisha was anxiously waiting for the elevator doors to open when they spotted her.

"Angel, don't run! Come with us; we mean you no harm," Michael urged in an attempt to soothe her. However, upon hearing their voices, her fear intensified, and she began frantically pressing the elevator button, desperate to escape.

"No, I'm not going anywhere!" she cried out. When the elevator doors finally opened, she felt a surge of relief, believing her chance for escape had arrived.

Just as she was about to enter the elevator, Michael seized her from behind with a firm grip.

"Let me go, let me go," she pleaded, struggling against him.

"Do not complicate matters for us, angel. We must go; I will not allow anyone to harm you," Michael implored.

She shook her head vigorously, her throat parched from running, crying, and fear, making it increasingly difficult for her to articulate any words. They forcibly brought her to Salvatore.

Salvatore rose from the floor, wiping his face with his sleeve while still clutching a gun in his hand. The two of them pulled her inside once more, feeling sympathy for her plight but unable to defy their capo's orders.

"No... pl... please let me go," she sobbed, clasping her hands together in front of him. He approached Prisha slowly; she, who had been acting like a frantic individual, suddenly fell silent. As he advanced, her heartbeat quickened, and her breath became shallow; she was so terrified that she averted her gaze. "Take it easy, Sal," Daniel cautioned.

He drew closer to her, and it was only due to the tight hold of both men that she remained upright; otherwise, she would have collapsed to the floor. Her legs trembled with fear, and his breath brushed against her face.

"Breathe," he instructed, prompting her to exhale the breath she had been unknowingly holding. In the next moment, black spots clouded her vision, and her body went limp, causing her to faint against Salvatore's chest.

He held her securely in his arms, and after ensuring her safety, he carried her into his building, where the events had unfolded. He laid her on the bed in his private penthouse located on the top floor.

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Prisha's POV

I woke up when my alarm went off at 8 'o'clock in the morning, why 8 when college starts on 9:30 you must be thinking right, let me tell you today is Monday and as I'm a science student my classes starts from 11:30, so I have so much time, so I can be lazy on Monday morning, I got down from my bed, went to bathroom did my morning business, took shower and wore my dress, I wore a jean with hoodie, yea sometimes I wear boring clothes too.

I packed my bag pack, went downstairs. My mom was preparing breakfast for me. My dad already left for company. "Good morning mom" I greeted her, "good morning beta" she replied. 'Beta'(child in Hindi) you must be confused right?, let me clear everything. My mom is an Indian and my dad is an American, so I'm half Indian and half white, my mom speaks Hindi, I have also learned it, my dad tried his best to learn, but he can't talk properly.

As I go to my maternal grandparent's home in India from childhood, I have heard and learned Hindi. Yea it's not like my dad doesn't speak Hindi, sometimes he speaks Hindi, especially when my mom gets angry, when she listens him talking in Hindi all her anger flies out of window, and she'll start laughing. Yes, I'm only child of my parents, after giving birth to me, they didn't think about another child, they brought up me like a son and a girl.

"Here, have your breakfast" my mom served me breakfast, which had bacon, waffles and fruits, yea sometimes we do eat Indian food too, believe me they are heaven, I had my breakfast it was already 9:30, I went to mom, kissed on her cheek "I'm leaving" I said, "OK sweetheart, take care" my mom said and placed a kiss on my forehead, I wore my sneakers and went out.

My college is only 20 min walking distance from home, yea I go to college by walking. I'm burning some calories in morning and evening. I know you may be thinking why I'm going early right?, because I take my time and enjoy my time, and I have to borrow some books from library, so I'm going a Little early today.

On the way to my college there's a school, today teacher's take kids to the park to play. I saw that 2 teachers were struggling to cross the road with little kids. As you know that Little kids acts on their own, they were so excited that they were jumping, giggling, clapping. I wore my hoodie cap, wind was making my hairs to fly all over my face and went towards them.

The signal was red so we had time to cross the road because the park was across the road, opposite to the school. "Let me help you" I said to both teachers, they nodded their head, first teacher took some students with her, second one did the same. Then it was my turn, I lifted a little girl and placed her on my hip. I held another little kid hand then said "follow the sister in line because you are all good kids right" they replied "yes" in unison. As I said the remaining kids followed me, I helped them to cross the road, I felt a heated gaze on me, but I didn't give much thought about it.

After helping them, as I was leaving their teacher said them "say thanks to sister", on listening their teacher they all said "thank you sister, goodbye sister" in unison, aah I love them all "bye bye cuties" I replied them, after that I made my way towards my college it was already 10:30, I ran to library borrowed the books which I wanted by showing my identity card.

After that I completed my work in library itself. It was already 11:20 I ran to my classroom where Pamela was already sitting with an empty seat beside her. Pamela is my best friend, as her name states she's sweet like honey, she doesn't like violence, quarrels unlike me😁, I went to her and sat beside her in an empty seat, "you why did you come this late, it was already time for bell" she scolded me.

"I was in library, sorry grandma" I replied dramatically, which made her laugh, we started to discuss social media, BTS💜💜, new K & C dramas, new books on booknet etc..., "you know today I saw a hot guy with hot twins, they were looking so f*ck*ng hot, one of them was really tall and was looking smoking hot, the twins were also tall, but they were also handsome" said the b*tch, Elena.

"Really when? Why didn't we get to see anything? Where were they?" Asked her minions, "they went to principal's office I saw them both time, when they left, they were looking like models who stepped out from the TV, UFF I want him" replied the b*tch, "oh sh*t we also wanted to see them" said her cake faced minions, I just ignored them, I also heard about this in library, anyway it has nothing to do with me.

So you are thinking why I'm calling Elena a b*tch right?. Let me tell you, she thinks that I'm a threat to her beauty. Beauty my foot she uses tons of makeup to look beautiful, but whenever some guys talk with me, she just burns like hell. She even warned me once "don't act smart in front of me, stay in your limits" which made me angry. "Don't behave like b*tch and don't ever try to threaten me again" she was taken aback by my response.

Indirectly she says I'm more beautiful than her, it's not like I'm ugly. I have got black eyes and long eyelashes and features of mom who's Indian. I have creamy white skin which I got from my parents, my mom is also had white color, "I know he'll definitely like me next time, unlike someone who wants everyone attention" I heard Elena spouting nonsense, she is testing my patience even after I warned her, I had enough of her.

As I cursed her under my breath and got up to stomp towards her in anger. But Pam (short of Pamela) held me back "don't do that, calm down, ignore her prish, come sit down" she made me sit down. "Look who's blaming others when the b*tch is herself is an attention seeker" I said loudly.

The whole class heard me and started to laugh, Elena looked at me in anger, I just showed her my middle finger. As she was about to come towards me, the bell rang and professor came inside.

At the end of the class, the whole class was taken aback when the professor bombarded us with shocking news.

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