The Don's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

I left the office earlier than usual since there wasn’t much to do. With a light workload, I decided to head home. Then I remembered Violet. She’d asked me to come over, even though she’d been back home for a while now. She had security guards keeping an eye on her, but I wasn’t sure if they were really needed anymore, now that Ronan was out of the picture. “Let’s go to Papa’s house,” I told Renzo as we pulled out of the parking lot. Honestly, I hadn’t visited my father in ages—not even when I thought Violet was dead. I knew he’d probably blame me for everything that had happened, and honestly, I thought he might even wish I was the one who had died instead. 

I glanced around and saw the staff were nowhere near us—no one would notice what my foot was up to under the table. Dessert had just arrived, and I’d specifically asked for ice cream because that’s exactly what I wanted. A grin spread across my face when I realized Marco had shifted in his seat to give my foot more room between his thighs. I felt him respond to my little game, and it was all because of me. “It’s your fault,” he mouthed when he caught me watching him. I just smiled back. Scooping up a bit of melting ice cream, I let it drip slowly off my spoon, making sure Marco got the full show. I sensually licked the ice cream from the spoon, eyes locked on his. I noticed his adam’s apple bobbing—he was definitely feeling it.

When I finally remembered that name, my eyes went wide, a mix of surprise and worry rushing through me. My mouth went dry, and I just froze for a second. Hudson. He was a classmate from college, always around, always somehow in my orbit since the moment I stepped onto campus. Sophia and Alec knew him, but it was me he seemed to follow, all the way from freshman year until I graduated. Maybe even after I left. Then, out of nowhere, he and his family disappeared, leaving no real explanation. Back in college, I had guys interested in me, but my focus was on getting my father's approval, so I didn't really pay attention. Hudson was the "almost-boyfriend" suitor that I have. If things had been different, I probably would've said yes to him. But one day, after a cut on my lip, caused by my father, I just couldn’t face him. I was too

Once we got in the car, I looked over at Renzo in the passenger seat.“Can you please stop making stuff up just to get Marco riled up at me? If you keep spinning these stories, you might accidentally feed them to our higher-ups, and then we’ll have to deal with another pointless argument over Marco’s ridiculous jealousy.”I let out a heavy sigh, shooting Renzo a look as he focused a little too hard on the rear-view mirror.“I’m not making anything, Ma’am,” he said. “I’m just repeating what he told me.”“Then why bring Hudson into it at all? There’s nothing going on between us. We’re just friends. Since when is it a crime to have a friendly conversation with someone I trust?”“It’s not,” he replied, “but it can be a problem if someone’s got hidden motives when they talk to you.”I frowned, trying to make sense of what he meant. “What are you getting at? Hudson’s been my friend for years. What hidden motives? Don’t overthink my conversations with other men. This is getting ridiculous. M

Marco let out a deep breath, clearly realizing he had to explain things. His voice was a mix of frustration and honesty as he looked at me.“Back then, when I had late meetings or couldn’t make it home because of work, I’d crash at the condo or book a hotel. I was single—no one waiting on me, no one to answer to. But things are different now, Maddie. When’s the last time I didn’t tell you if I wasn’t coming home? You really think I have time or interest in seeing other women when I know you’re waiting for me? I didn’t have time for that even before, and now that we’re married? Forget it. I’m not cheating on you. Where is this even coming from?”I didn’t know what to say. His words hit me, making me realize how quickly I’d jumped to conclusions just because of something that I just hear. I hadn’t even noticed how close he’d gotten until he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the bed, inches from me.“Should I fire the manager for planting this crap in your head?” he asked, voice low a