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• Fated To Be His Obsession   Chapter 104 - The Fall Of Damien Cross

  EIGHT YEARS AGORain battered the windshield in thick, violent sheets as the car tore through the winding roads of Blackthorn Hill.Damien sat in the backseat of the car, looking out the window as the scenery passed by. His father, Carlisso, sat beside him, occasionally glancing at him with a warm smile."Why do I have to go visit Sebastian, Dad?" Damien asked, his voice laced with a hint of reluctance. “He’s halfway across the world.”"Because, Damien, family is everything, his wife just died,” Carlisso replied, his voice firm but gentle. "Sebastian needs you right now, and it's your job as brothers to be there for each other."Damien looked up at his father, his eyes searching for answers. "But why can't he come here instead? The whole family is here, he’ll get all the support he needs.” Damien raised a brow.Carlisso's expression turned serious. "Because, son, sometimes people need to get away from the chaos of our world. Sebastian is dealing with a great loss, and being here might

• Fated To Be His Obsession   Chapter 103 - I Can Kill A Tyrant Too

  The silence inside the mansion was thick, and Damien's every breath echoed too loudly against the steel and glass walls. The air felt heavier now. Something was off.He moved quickly toward the front door, gripping the knob and twisting hard.But it was locked. “Fuck!” He whispered.He turned to the windows, sprinting to one near the entryway. The reinforced glass was bulletproof. Nothing short of an explosion could shatter it."Miranda!" Damien called. "Unlock the doors.""Request denied. You do not have administrative access."Damien slammed his fist against the window. "James!"A moment later, a soft beep echoed through the house.“Initiating direct connection... James Bennett on the line."“Damien.” James' voice flowed in like silk as he appeared on all screens in the house.“You son of a —“ “Language.” James chimed in. “You might want to be holy before you die, maybe you can make it to heaven.”“What are you doing?” Damien snapped.“Nice house, isn’t it?” James said, gesturing l

• Fated To Be His Obsession   Chapter 102 -The Trap

  James Bennett lay in his grand, king-sized bed, staring up at the prestigious moulding on the ceiling. The silk sheets beneath him, the ambient warmth of the room, even the faint tick of the antique clock across the suite—none of it brought him peace.He had read Damien’s note five times. Memorised the words. Studied the handwriting. And though he would never admit it aloud, the message had carved a weight into his chest."Your time is up. I'm coming for you."He tossed again, this time turning fully onto his side, his hand curling around the pillow as though strangling it might rid him of the unease crawling up his spine.His phone buzzed softly on the nightstand.With a grunt, James reached for it, squinting against the screen’s glow. The name lit up: Lena Bennett.He swiped to answer. “It’s late.”Her voice came through calm, clipped, and composed. “I thought you’d want to know. The house is fully activated.”James sat up slowly, the sheets rustling around his waist. “Good. That to

• Fated To Be His Obsession   Chapter 101 - A Feast For My Enemies

  The knock came at midnight. Sharp and deliberate. Echoing through the stillness of James Bennett’s pristine penthouse.Ethan Graves had made sure he was as quiet and careful as possible because when it came to Damien — there were no slip-ups.He had gently placed the envelope by the foot of the door and slipped away before anyone could see.James sat up in his chair in the study, where he’d been sipping aged scotch and rereading investor reports.He scowled when he heard the door. It was a little over midnight and no one dared knock on his door this late.He opened the front door cautiously, expecting a messenger or security alert. But there was no one. James shook his head as if disappointed. “Nonsense,” he muttered as he turned around to return inside.With one more glance around the area, his eyes drifted to the floor and that's when he saw it, an envelope, elegant and understated, resting at the foot of the door.His brows furrowed as he bent slowly, retrieved it, and turned it o

• Fated To Be His Obsession   Chapter 100 - What Next?

  Marcel’s car screeched to a halt in front of Sebastian’s newly purchased home, gravel crunching under his tires.He barely managed to step out before he spotted Damien and Sebastian waiting on the porch. Both of them stood, arms folded, concern etched into their faces.“Marcel,” Damien called out. “What happened? You sounded strange over the phone.”Marcel didn’t even greet them. He simply walked past them as if he knew where he was going.“Marcel,” Sebastian said, going after him. “What is it what’s wrong with you? Talk to us.”“I’m done,” Marcel yelled, his voice breaking. “I’m just done.” I can’t do this shit anymore.” He fell to the ground.Sebastian furrowed his brows. “What do you mean, you’re done?”Marcel went quiet, as he put his palms over his face, trying to steady his breathing.“What went on with Sarah?” Damien asked softly. “We can’t help if you don’t talk to us.” He pressed. “What do you mean you’re done?”“I’m done caring.” He said, shaking. “Done feeling. Done trying

• Fated To Be His Obsession   Chapter 99 - The Break

  The engine hummed softly as Marcel drove through the quiet streets leading back into the city.Rain tapped lightly against the windshield, a rhythmic sound that only seemed to highlight the chaos in his mind.He hadn’t said a word since leaving the cafe. He couldn’t. Every memory, every piece of the life he thought he had lived with Ryan, was unravelling before him.He gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white, his jaw clenched. Sarah’s voice haunted him. “Ryan wasn’t your son.” How?The words circled in his head like a cruel chant. He remembered the day Ryan was born—how he held that baby, how he cried like a fool, because he didn’t have a clue what he was getting into.He remembered the scraped knees he bandaged, the fights he broke up, the awards he clapped for. He remembered the first time Ryan called him “Dad.”And now? It had all been a lie. A damn, selfish lie. How could she?He swore under his breath, slamming his palm on the steering wheel. “I was a fathe