Chapter 64: Helpful Wife

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• Veiled Obsession    Chapter 116: Happy Ending

  The night had settled in like a velvet curtain, enveloping the sprawling landscape in a tranquil hush. The distant hum of the city faded as it stretched out below, far removed from the quiet mansion that perched on the hillside like a watchful guardian. Inside, however, a new chapter was unfolding amid the soft glow of warm lights that spilled out from the elegant fixtures, casting gentle shadows across the plush furniture.Salvatore was the first to step through the threshold, his strong hand resting protectively on Isabella’s shoulder. Together, they entered the living room, where the air was thick with unspoken words. Isabella’s eyes were red-rimmed—not from ire, but from sheer exhaustion. She had spent years buried under layers of darkness, wrestling with the weight of lies, half-truths, and deep-seated emotions that had finally been dragged into the light. Each step she took seemed laborious, but there was a new resolve etched onto her face—an acceptance that had taken far too lo

• Veiled Obsession    Chapter 115: Consoling her

  The atmosphere in the room hung delicately in the air—fragile and hushed, as if it were a living entity holding its breath. A tense, whispered conversation had just transpired between Olivia, Sebastian, and Isabella's mother, a discussion laden with secrets that should have remained buried. The door, slightly ajar, betrayed their silent confessions.Isabella stood framed in the doorway, her presence unnoticed until the sharp inhale escaped her lips, slicing through the stillness like a knife.“Is that true?” she asked, her voice a mere whisper, yet heavy enough to make the air thicken with tension. Sebastian turned instantly, his expression morphing from calm to one of shock, while Olivia looked up, her normally radiant face drained of color, her mouth frozen in disbelief. Isabella’s mother took a faltering step back, her hand instinctively finding the edge of the nearest chair for support, as if the weight of the moment threatened to topple her.“You both knew?” Isabella's voice tre

• Veiled Obsession    Chapter 114: Reality

  Salvatore sat in stunned silence, unsure of how to process the turmoil within him. His heart waged a war between two conflicting truths—one laced with bitter betrayal, the other bursting with an unyielding love that felt almost sacred. He couldn’t deny that Isabella’s father was a man steeped in manipulation, a figure whose actions had scarred his own mother and cast a long shadow over their lives. Yet, the feelings Salvatore held for Isabella were pure and untainted by the dark legacy of her family. They were real, vibrant, and filled with a raw beauty that made his heart swell. As moments stretched on, he stood up abruptly, his expression a carefully controlled mask that revealed nothing. His parents monitored him with anxious anticipation, perhaps hoping to see some sign of emotion—be it anger, sadness, or confusion. But Salvatore was resolute, offering them no comfort or clarity. He turned on his heel, moving slowly and deliberately, each step a retreat into the sanctuary of hi

• Veiled Obsession    Chapter 113: Truth

  The front door creaked open slowly, and Salvatore stepped inside, his clothes slightly disheveled—collar of his shirt loose, as if he had been tugging at it in frustration. The soft click of the door echoing through the silent house seemed to amplify the tension in the air, thick enough to cut. It was well past midnight. Warm yellow light spilled from the living room, casting dancing shadows across the hallway and illuminating the dust motes suspended in the air, remnants of long-forgotten evenings. The house was quiet, but a nervous energy wound through its rooms like an unseen thread, hinting that it was far from asleep. As he ventured deeper, his gaze was immediately drawn to the figures seated together on the plush beige sofa—his parents, Sebastian and Olivia. They were both still dressed, clearly having waited for him, the late hour turning the moment into something more charged and weighty. Olivia sat stiffly, her hands clenched tightly on her lap, knuckles white against the

• Veiled Obsession    Chapter 112: Confrontation

  The front door had just swung shut behind Isabella, the echo of her hesitant footsteps lingering in the air like a fading song. A heavy, suffocating silence enveloped the lavish room, rich with expensive decor yet thick with an unshakeable tension that seemed to breathe alongside the ghosts of what had just transpired. Salvatore stood frozen for a moment, his eyes locked onto the door, fists clenched tightly at his sides, knuckles whitening with the force of his anger. His jaw was set like granite, and an intensity flickered in his gaze—an unprecedented fury that his parents had never witnessed from him before. Slowly, he turned around, his expression hardening, eyes glinting like polished steel. “You knew,” he asserted, his voice low but edged with barely contained rage. “You knew who her father was… and you didn’t tell me?” Sebastian, calm and composed at the table where he had just been sitting, met his son's glare with a veneer of indifference. “We didn’t know until she menti

• Veiled Obsession    Chapter 111: Return of an old enemy

  The room had grown warm with the soft hum of quiet conversation and the gentle lilt of laughter that floated through the air like music. A plate of half-eaten pastries lay between the guests on the polished glass table, their delicate crusts glistening under the warm light, while teacups clinked softly, marking the rhythm of their relaxed and pleasant discourse. Olivia, with her vibrant smile, had just praised Isabella’s way of speaking—“gentle but confident”—and Salvatore’s father, Sebastian, appeared genuinely captivated by her composed demeanor. But then, Sebastian leaned forward, his brows slightly furrowed in thought as he regarded Isabella with a mixture of curiosity and genuine interest. His voice, casual yet probing, broke through the comfortable atmosphere. “And what does your father do, Isabella?” The question lingered in the air, heavy like a dropped pin, its weight sinking into the light-hearted banter. Isabella’s fingers froze around the delicate porcelain of her teac