All Chapters of His Deadly Obsession: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

James took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and muttered, “Yeah, everything I do irritates you, but when it comes to Francisco—everything he does is just perfect, right?”Lilith narrowed her eyes, her patience clearly thinning.“James, just shut up.”He smirked, not bothering to hide the satisfaction in her irritation. “Fine, I’ll stop. But let’s not forget—you lost him too.”Lilith’s expression darkened. Her jaw clenched, and for a moment, it looked like she might speak, but she chose silence. Her cold stare said enough.Dimitri let out an audible sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, enough. Let’s stay on topic.”Andrew leaned forward, glancing around the table. “We all know this won’t be easy. Francisco may be reckless, but he’s done a lot—things that kept the balance. We need to decide—do we support this internal power shift, or not?”Dimitri raised a brow and turned to Michele, Kai’s son. “Speaking of balance, Michele... I heard about the recent attack on Francisco.”Mic

“Hazel.”Francisco’s voice cut through the silence.“You still doubt me? Doubt my power?”Hazel let out a deep sigh.“Undoubtedly… no.”A slight smirk played on Francisco’s lips.“Really?”Instead of answering, Hazel bit her lower lip and turned her back to him.Francisco ran his hand over his rough jaw. He hadn’t shaved, maybe because he was too busy or too tired.Hazel’s eyes drifted toward the porch attached to the bedroom. The thick curtains swayed gently in the cold breeze, the moonlight pouring through and bathing everything in a soft, silvery glow.The view outside looked calm—almost peaceful. The full moon cast long shadows, lighting up the entire porch in a dream-like haze.She was lost in the view when Francisco quietly walked over and sat down in front of her.Francisco had changed his dress.Wearing only a pair of loose trousers, his bare, sculpted body caught the moonlight—every muscle highlighted in sharp contrast, as if carved by the night itself.Amazing, Hazel thought,

“Ahh…”Hazel was breathing hard, sitting on Francisco’s lap in the car.Her top was halfway open, exposing one of her breasts. She clutched his hair, still catching her breath from their wild kiss.With a sultry, dominant look, she pulled Francisco’s face to her chest.Francisco began sucking gently on her erect bud.Pleasure was written all over Hazel’s face.“Huff…”Suddenly, Hazel shot up in bed, panting and covered in sweat.Her eyes darted around the room.She was alone.She was on the bed.It was just a dream.A dream about her and Francisco.Their bodies tangled, their passion wild.“Oh god…” she muttered, burying her face in her knees. Her fingers gripped her hair tightly.“What am I doing?” she whispered to herself, embarrassed.Her cheeks burned as she bit her bottom lip.“I’m the pervert here,” she murmured.Hazel forced herself to stand, her legs still shaky. She walked to the side table and poured herself a glass of water.She drank it in one long gulp. She was incredibly

The next morning, Francisco woke up on time, but Hazel wasn’t beside him.His heart skipped. He quickly got out of bed and rushed downstairs.There she was—at the dining table, busy with something.He stepped toward her and asked, “What are you doing?”Hazel turned and smiled at him.Francisco froze.She smiled.Bright.Warm.Real.He blinked. Was he dreaming?“I was waiting for you, honey,” Hazel said.Honey?Francisco stared, stunned.“I made something special too,” she added.He couldn’t move.Hazel noticed. She walked up, took his hand, and pulled him gently. “Come.”She made him sit and then sat beside him. Without a word, she started serving him.Francisco stayed quiet, watching her every move.She looked… happy.“Eat,” Hazel said.He picked up his spoon and took a bite.“Is it good?” she asked.He nodded slowly. “Yes.”Then she held out a spoonful of broth to him.“Try it!”Francisco stared at her. His heart raced. He didn’t understand.Was this the same Hazel?He watched her c

Hazel asked in a low, uncertain voice, “Is everything okay?”Francisco didn’t answer right away. He stayed quiet, as if searching for the words.After a long pause, he finally spoke.“Yeah... just tired.”“Sometimes I just want to disappear. Leave everything behind.”“Somewhere no one can find me. Just you and me.”“No chaos. No pressure. Nothing.”Hazel gently moved her fingers through his hair, listening. His words felt heavy, almost like a confession.Without thinking much, she asked, “Do you feel bad... doing those things?”Silence!Francisco didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened.“It doesn’t matter what you feel,” he finally said. “You just do what the world demands from you.”“That’s the world I grew up in.”He lifted his head from her lap and looked into her eyes.Hazel slowly lowered her gaze, but their eyes met halfway.His voice dropped, raw and unsure.“Hazel, can I tell you everything I want?”Hazel’s heart skipped a beat.This wasn’t the Francisco she was used to.H