Lahat ng Kabanata ng Veiled Obsession : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The air between them hung thick with unspoken words and raw emotions, charged with a tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. It was as if the very atmosphere crackled with the weight of what they had both avoided acknowledging until this pivotal moment.Olivia’s vision blurred, tears welling up as she gazed at him, truly seeing him for the first time. Every line of his face, every subtle shift of his expression, resonated with the depth of his feelings. She had always sensed the intensity of his obsession, the relentless devotion that seemed to bind him to her. Yet, standing before him now, everything crystallized into sharp focus; she understood something profound and undeniable.A small part of her had been in denial, fiercely resisting the emotional pull he had on her heart. But as she observed his chest rising and falling unevenly, the sweat glistening on his brow, and the way his hands clenched tightly at his sides—straining against the urge to bridg

Sebastian’s arms were enveloped around Olivia as he slept soundly, his face nestled against the soft curve of her neck. There was a sense of safety in his embrace, an instinctual tightness that conveyed his fear of losing her, even in slumber. Olivia couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, her fingers gently trailing along his strong jawline. A year ago, she would never have envisioned this—living a life filled with genuine happiness alongside a man who had once instilled fear in her heart. The obsessive, possessive Sebastian she had initially known had transformed, evolving into someone she now couldn’t imagine living without.As if sensing her unyielding gaze, Sebastian stirred, instinctively tightening his embrace. His lips brushed lazily against her shoulder, and through the thick veil of sleep, he murmured in his deep, husky voice, “Watching me again, little bird?”Olivia stifled a soft laugh, feeling warmth spread through her chest. “Maybe.”His dark, expressive eyes flutt

Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed tightly over his chest, watching Olivia as she tried to reach for a fallen book on the floor. Her pregnant belly, now prominent at six months, seemed to make even the simplest of tasks a formidable challenge. He could see the frustration etched on her face, a mix of determination and exasperation.“Olivia, please stop that,” he said firmly, pushing himself away from the door and stepping closer.She let out an annoyed huff, her fingers straining to grasp the book just out of reach. “Sebastian, it’s just a book. I can pick it up myself,” she insisted, her tone a blend of stubbornness and pride.Not willing to let her continue, he knelt down, his knee creaking slightly as he bent. He swiftly grabbed the book and set it on the table with a deliberate motion. “You’re not supposed to bend over like that, especially now,” he said, concern lacing his voice.Olivia looked at him, her brow furrowing slightly. Despite his protective instincts

The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft, silvery glow of the moon as it seeped through the delicate, sheer curtains. Shadows danced across the walls, creating a tranquil yet tense atmosphere. Olivia stirred restlessly beneath the covers, a frown creasing her brow as she felt an all-too-familiar discomfort start to unfurl within her. At first, it was merely a dull cramp—an unwelcome but not unusual visitor. Yet soon, the sensation intensified, becoming sharper and more insistent, catching her breath in the back of her throat.She shifted uncomfortably, pushing aside the sheets to press a trembling hand against her abdomen. The pain was no longer confined; it wrapped around her like a tightening band, squeezing with relentless pressure. A wave of panic fluttered in her chest, each thud of her heart echoing in the stillness of the night."Not now," she whispered, her voice quivering with fear and desperation as another relentless wave crashed over her, leaving

The soft light of dawn slipped gently through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the spacious bedroom. The room was enveloped in a tranquil silence, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of the couple nestled together in soft, rumpled sheets.Olivia was the first to stir, her lashes fluttering like delicate butterfly wings as she turned toward the man sleeping beside her. Sebastian's arm was draped protectively around her waist, his face serene and peaceful, softened by the remnants of sleep. The past two years had gently altered his features—his eyes held a gentler light, and his jaw appeared more relaxed—but the depth of his intensity remained, just redirected into a calm reassurance.As she watched him, a small smile crept across her lips, savoring this quiet moment. Then, a tiny sound shattered the stillness of the morning.A faint, muffled giggle erupted from the baby monitor resting on the nightstand.Olivia’s heart warmed at the sound. “Your son’s awake,” she