Mr. Mafia's Obsession: His Darkest Desire

“Father, I… I need to confess. I don’t know what to do.”

I pressed my forehead against the cold wood of the confession booth. My hands shook, and my chest felt tight. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to scream. I just wanted someone to tell me it would be okay.

“Take your time, my child,” the priest said. His voice was soft and gentle.

I swallowed and sniffled. Where would I even begin?

A few days earlier…

“I am so proud of you, Elysia,” Liana said, nudging me with her elbow. “Finally taking the steps everyone has been talking about.”

I glanced at her and rolled my eyes. “You say that like you weren’t the one teasing me about it all these years.”

Liana smirked. “Okay, guilty. But I only teased you because I knew you’d make it. You always do, little sister. Don’t get all sappy on me now.”

We sat at the dining table, the smell of roasted chicken filling the room. Dad insisted on having a family dinner tonight. Mom smiled, setting plates down carefully, and Liana kept stealing bites from my plate, as usual.

I had been accepted into the convent, a dream I had held since high school. I was looking forward to a quiet life, a life guided by rules, prayer, and purpose.

And today, at least, my parents were exceptionally kind, beaming at me with a pride I had rarely seen.

Perhaps they were happy because I was finally doing something that aligned perfectly with the life they had envisioned for me—their dream for me, the one that had always seemed just out of reach.

I had always been an introvert, happy to stay in the background. Parties, gossip, social media—none of it was for me.

My parents liked it that way, but I knew deep down that it was also because I was… smaller, quieter, less impressive in their eyes than Liana.

Liana had always been their favorite: confident, outspoken, everything they seemed to admire.

I had often felt like I was merely the shadow behind her light, quietly praised only when I followed the rules, never for who I truly was.

I had never dated anyone, not even once. That was how I wanted it. Liana had her share of admirers, but I preferred books and quiet evenings.

“You’re really doing something amazing, Elysia,” Mom said, her eyes shining. “I’m so happy you’re keeping yourself pure. It makes me proud.”

Liana snickered. “Mom, it’s not about that. Being a virgin doesn’t make her a nun.”

“I know that,” Mom laughed. “But it matters in a way. She is taking a good step, and I am glad. That is all.”

Their words wrapped around me like a warm blanket, but beneath it, I could feel the familiar pang of doubt.

Would they have looked at me this way if I hadn’t chosen the convent?

Would they ever notice me just for being… me, rather than for fulfilling the life they had