Alle Kapitel von Her obsessed beast : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Innara lay still, her breathing soft but steady. Machines hummed quietly in the background. Agustin hadn’t moved from her side for what felt like hours — unmoving, statue-still, except for the slow clenching of his jaw every time he looked at her bruised wrist or the IV running into her thin arm. The doctor finished noting something on his chart, then turned to him. "Sir, with all due respect… you’re bleeding." Agustin didn’t react at first. The doctor gestured to the dried streaks of blood on his forearm, the torn sleeve clinging to a burn mark, the smudges of soot and ash still clinging to his temple. "Your shoulder’s burned. And your palm — that gash may need stitches." Agustin's eyes remained on Innara. "I’m fine." He replied as if he really doesn't care about himself. "You’re not," the doctor said more firmly. "If you collapse, you’re no use to anyone. Sit. Down." The young nurse standing by the door gasped softly when she finally noticed the raw skin along Agu

Madrid, Spain. Just after dawn, the private jet sliced through the soft Spanish sky, its engines humming low and steady. As the aircraft touched down on the secluded airstrip just outside the city, the world outside was still bathed in the golden hush of early morning. It looked so pleasing to the eye and could calm one's heart. The weather and time zone was completely changed from New York. Inside the jet, Innara sat by the window, one hand resting gently on her swollen belly, the other clutching the thin shawl Agustín had placed over her shoulders during the flight. Her face was pale, her eyes quietly scanning the unfamiliar land, but there was a flicker of calm beneath the exhaustion. She was so nervous not knowing what her future holds for her. Agustín, seated across from her, didn’t speak much — not because he had nothing to say, but because he knew she needed silence more than words. He studied her out of the corner of his eye — the way her fingers trembled slightly, the b

Finally in the evening Agustín bid goodbye to his parents as it was getting late and it was getting dinner time also. As there wasn't any maid or helper in his apartment so he has to cook for Innara and himself. Even though Vanessa asked him to eat atleast something but he politely denied not wanting to eat when Innara must be waiting for him to return back. She must be hungry too.The evening air was cool and crisp when Agustín stepped out of his sleek black car, the lights of Madrid glowing softly behind him. The city buzzed faintly in the distance, but here, in the quieter corner of his luxury apartment complex, silence wrapped the air like a comforting shawl. He cautiously looked around for some danger even if his men were on duty in alarm.He entered the building with a swipe of his key card, shoulders relaxed but eyes alert—he had been gone only a few hours, but something tugged at his chest like gravity, pulling him home faster than he’d expected. It was something unknown becau

"No, I don't. Even my mama tried to set me up on many dates as my match maker but none of them worked out." He said casually shrugging his shoulders but Innara didn't stop there. She voiced out the words in her mind loud and clear. "You don't seem like that." She said lowly again taking a sip of her drink and suddenly he was curious to know what she thinks about him. "Like what?" He asked her with mischief dancing in his eyes. "That you don't have a girlfriend. It seems like you have so many girlfriends." She said earning a loud chuckle from Agustín. He found her so adorable that he couldn't help himself from chuckling. "And why do you think like that, Señorita?" He asked her in his soft calming voice which comforted her and she decided to voice out her thoughts. "You look so good as if you are some model or came out of a magazine." She said making him amused for a while. A faint laugh escaped her lips—unfamiliar, small, but real. Agustín stilled for a moment and he felt l

Zavier stood straight, calm restored, and turned away. "Envíen el cuerpo al muelle. Que las ratas confiesen sus pecados." He said tossing the blade on the table beside them. (Translation: Send the body to the docks. Let the rats confess his sins.) Then he walked to a screen and tapped it. A satellite image of Madrid loaded slowly. He zoomed in - to the apartment block. His eyes were on Agustín and Innara like a hungry lion hunting for his prey. His predatory gaze and unmatchable mind were focused on them and one golden opportunity, she will be caged in his golden cage. "Tarde o temprano, la niña saldrá a la luz del sol y cuando lo haga... le recordaré a quién pertenece ahora." he murmured, eyes narrowing not even interested in her. (Translation: Sooner or later, the girl will step into sunlight and when she does... I will remind her who she belongs to now.) He glanced at Niccolo again. "Envía un señuelo. Que Agustín crea que está persiguiendo sombras mientras yo consi