All Chapters of His Dark Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

He was married, as evidenced by the ring—not just any ring—on his ring finger. No, it could not be; either he wore the ring on the incorrect finger, or she thought her mind was playing tricks. However, they would know if he was married because most influential people must know in one way or another, regardless of how small they want their wedding to be.Despite her fear, Alice told him what she wanted with confidence. His initial expression was so startling that she began to second-guess what she had done.Without waiting for his answer, she dressed and walked out of the room with the men who had brought her in, who then escorted her to the car."Where are you all taking me?" Alice asked, maintaining a straight face while continuing to second-guess her choice.The driver responded, "To where you came from," as he peered at her through the unusual mirror."Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes and checking her phone as they approached the brothel. Then she realized she had made a mista

"Why did you come back, Lily? Are you fed up with living in France after all these years?" Andrea inquired, his tone neutral, whether they had walked through the large hallways slowly, with many thoughts racing through their heads."Asking how I was would have sufficed, Andrea. I returned because my father had asked me to. He said he missed me, and you know I am now a fashion designer with a contract at YSL." Lily responded with a dazzling smile on her face, staring at him while she looked, which did not bother Andrea at all because he was used to it."You didn't have to tell me that much," he mumbled, checking his watch on his wrist, making Lily nervous. She noticed that Andrea, whom she had known since childhood, was no longer the same. She remembered how he used to want her to be around or with him, or how he would blush at the mention of her name, but now he doesn't even give her a glance.This worried Lily; she assumed he was just mad because she had left for France without sayin

"What are you two doing here? I thought you had given this," old Mr Martini said with a frown on his face, making him appear even scarier. There was a snake tattoo just below his neck, proving that in his youth, he was more than just a regular man. "I was just showing my daughter-in-law my artwork, and it appeared that she shared my interest in art." Despite the harsh way old Mrs Martini spoke to them, her tone was soft; they were truly made for each other, one like fire and the other like water. "You were aware of what happened before you locked this room, and I don't want the same thing to happen again. You promised to keep this room locked for the rest of time." He snapped, his tone still harsh, and Amira felt her throat tighten; she despised seeing two people arguing, and she had to be involved in it. "You have to relax, my dear; don't add more wrinkles to your own; I agreed to keep this room locked." "But agreements can be broken," she said, rolling her eyes and laughing. Ol

His words rang like a bell in Amira's ears, and she lifted her chin to look him in the eyes, noticing the evil grin on his face, which irritated her to the core. Being claimed, tamed, reminded that she would never be independent, and reminded that she no longer possessed free will were all things she hated.The air around them stiffened as they stared at one another without saying a word. They let their eyes speak for them, and as the tears continued to fall down Amira's cheek like a drop of rain, her vibrant eyes popped up.Andrea's golden eyes moved from her left to her right, savoring the variations in color and the tears streaming down her cheeks. It felt like seeing her like this roused the sleeping feeling inside of him, as he had not seen her like this in a long time, aside from the first week after their marriage, when she tried to escape.You are free to cry all you want, cupcake, but I own every single drop of those tears. You can do whatever you want, run as fast as you can

"Why do you need a tattoo?" Andrea asked quietly, trailing kisses down her abdomen and squeezing her perky nipples again. Amira wondered if this was the best time to discuss her past scars. Did she have a valid reason for tattooing her scars instead?Growing up as a child into a young woman, her mother had raised her in such a way that she despised scars on her body, as small as a scratch, and saw them as dirty, as flaws, but most people preferred to keep her scars as a reminder for them, or as something to be proud of."You never told me who was really behind this cupcake; you mentioned your family, but never said who specifically ruined your beautiful skin.” He whispered, pressing his hot breath against her skin and kissing every visible scar on her body.With each kiss that Andrea gave her, Amira's stomach twisted, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she felt a tingle rise on her skin.Then he returned his finger to her clit, rubbing, pinching, and caressing it, watching her trembl