All Chapters of His Deadly Obsession: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

“If I don’t give you the baby,” Hazel said, her tone cold and steady, “then what?”Kevin groaned softly, leaning back in his chair. Smoke drifted from his cigar, curling between them like a dark veil.Hazel’s eyes burned with hatred, but her voice didn’t tremble.Kevin exhaled and said, “I thought about helping you, Hazel. Giving you a way out. Separating you from my grandson before you both destroy each other.” He paused, his gaze sharp as steel. “But you won’t take it. Because you know him too well. If you try to keep that baby and run, he’ll find you. No matter where you hide.”Hazel’s fingers clenched at her sides, but she said nothing.Kevin took another slow puff, studying her like a piece of art he didn’t quite understand. “The more you stay with that child,” he continued, his tone low, deliberate, “the worse your life will get. My grandson will make sure of it—without even realizing it. You’re already in hell, girl. I’m just offering you a softer one.”Hazel’s jaw tightened, f

The sea was restless. Waves crashed against the shore with violent force, driven by the wind, rising and breaking again and again as if the ocean itself was angry.Lilith stood at the edge of the beach, her coat fluttering around her legs, eyes fixed on the dark water. Her face was stern, unreadable, but her thoughts were anything but calm. The longer she stared at the sea, the heavier her chest felt.She was waiting.Footsteps approached behind her. Her manager stopped a few steps away and spoke carefully.“Ma’am, I don’t think Mr. Francisco will come.”Lilith didn’t respond right away. She kept watching the waves, letting the wind whip through her hair. After a moment, she spoke, her voice low but certain. “I know he will come.”Her manager hesitated. “He hasn’t replied. It’s been hours—”“He has to,” Lilith said, cutting him off, her eyes still locked on the horizon.The manager lowered his gaze, understanding there was nothing more to say. He quietly turned and left her alone wit

Lilith stopped, lowered herself, and hugged Victor carefully. Her arms wrapped around him, holding on as if she needed his strength.Victor kissed her forehead, his voice soft.“I wish you a happy life, my dear.”Lilith nodded, blinking away the sting in her eyes.“Thank you, Dad.”Her manager stepped forward and gently positioned Victor’s wheelchair beside the aisle. Lilith rose, took a steady breath, and turned toward the stage.She looked at Francisco.Tradition demanded he step forward. That he extend his hand and welcome his bride.He didn’t move.He stood still, his face unreadable, his hands resting calmly at his sides.For a moment, Lilith thought he might change his mind. That he would lift his hand at the last second.He didn’t.The silence grew heavy.Murmurs rippled through the guests. Heads leaned closer. The media sensed it instantly—cameras clicked faster, greedier. This wasn’t part of the script.Lilith’s chest tightened.This wasn’t just rejection.It was a public sla

Kevin stared at him, shock flickering across his stern features for the first time. He looked not at a grandson anymore — but at a monster forged by love and loss.“You’ve lost your mind,” Kevin said, his voice lower now.Francisco stepped closer, gun still warm in his hand.“No,” he replied softly. “I lost her.”He tilted his head, eyes glinting with something terrifyingly calm.“And until I get her back, there’s nothing left for me to lose.”The hospital groaned with distant screams and hurried footsteps. Chaos spread like wildfire beyond the door.Kevin tightened his grip on the cane.Francisco turned toward the door, ready to leave the chamber.Then Kevin spoke.“Don’t you want to see your son?”Francisco stopped.Slowly, he turned back, disbelief flashing across his face. His brows arched as he stared at Kevin, as if he hadn’t heard him right.Kevin’s expression had changed. The rage was gone. In its place sat something heavy, almost grim. Without another word, he turned and walk

Five years had passed, and everything around Hilton’s mansion had changed.A maid hurried through the corridors, anxiety written all over her face.“Little Master, where are you?” she called out again and again.Her steps slowed as fear crept in. She clasped her hands tightly and murmured, “I’m finished if I don’t take the Master to Madam…”She picked up her pace and searched harder.In the garden, a small boy... no more than five years old... sat alone on the grass with his dog, Mowgli. The boy threw a ball. Mowgli wagged his tail excitedly and sprinted after it, barking with joy.The boy watched silently.Suddenly—“Master!”The boy turned back.His eyes… brown and green mixed—hazel eyes.His fair skin and medium-brown hair softened his features, but his expression stayed stern.He carried a calm, heavy maturity far beyond his age.“Master!” the maid ran toward him quickly, breathing hard. “I have been looking for you for an hour.”She bent slightly, trying to catch her breath.“Ple