Semua Bab The Disabled Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Xander I stared at my father, emotionless. The news did nothing to me—it didn’t surprise me, didn’t shake me, didn’t change a damn thing. The only thing I cared about was how he had found out so quickly. He studied me for a long moment before finally speaking. “You already knew, didn't you? You knew she could fix your legs." Did I? I had no idea. I wouldn’t say I knew for certain that she could fix my legs, but I had my suspicions. The first time we met, when she helped relieve the pain in my legs, was the first clue. Then there was my personal doctor—one of the best in the world, who had looked downright fascinated when I pointed out pressure points she told me to target. It was as if he hadn’t even considered that possibility before. And then, she turned out to be the woman I was marrying, and she was a doctor. At first, I thought it was a stroke of luck, a perfect opportunity. If she could fix my legs, I could use her. That had been the plan. That was why I went to th

Nathan I barely heard my mother’s voice over the ringing in my ears. My breath was ragged, my body trembling as I stared at the shattered vase on the floor. “Nathan, that is enough!” My mother’s voice cut through my haze of anger. “What if your father hears breaking things in your room? What are you doing?!” I saw red. My head snapped toward her, my hand already rising to strike, but then I froze. My mother. “Fuck!!” I snarled, my entire body coiled so tight I thought I might explode. I needed to hit something—anything. And then I saw the maid standing by the door, her head lowered, her presence insignificant. Without thinking, I lashed out. My palm cracked against her cheek, sending her stumbling to the floor with a painful yelp. She clutched her face, but she didn’t make a sound. She didn’t fight back. She wouldn’t dare. Because there were two kinds of people in this world. People at the top, those who held power, those who could do whatever they wanted without consequence

Eve I stood frozen in front of the massive building, my fingers tightening around the strap of the bag. Should I go in? Or should I just turn around and go back home, pretend this never happened? I didn’t even know when I left the house. One moment, I was in my room, and the next, I was standing here, staring at Theodore’s company like some lost soul. Okay, maybe I knew how I got here. But I didn’t understand why I agreed. I had spent the past few days locked in my room after finding out I was pregnant. Just like today, I had planned to stay put, drowning in my own thoughts. But then the elderly maid entered my room, her eyes silently pleading with me. That was the first sign something was off. And when she finally spoke, my suspicions were confirmed, she wanted me to take homemade food to Theodore. It was strange. After what happened between us, we hadn’t spoken. He hadn’t come home, and I… well, I had enough on my plate without worrying about him. But when she asked me for t

Eve This wasn’t like him. Theodore was always composed, always in control. The perfect gentleman. When I was still working at the hospital, he was well-respected and praised for his kindness. Everyone saw him as a sweetheart—the kind of man who wouldn’t show affection in public, the kind of man who would be patient and gentle, even in bed. But they were all wrong. Maybe I was wrong, too. The first time we had slept together, he had been exactly what I expected, his touches were soft, he was careful with me. But now? Now he felt like a beast starved for too long. His lips crashed against mine again, rough and demanding, as if he wanted to consume me. His fingers curled into my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. I gasped against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside with a hunger that made my knees weak. Heat coiled low in my stomach as his hands roamed, tracing every curve, memorizing every inch of me. He tilted his he

Eve The moment I stepped out, both women looked at me as if they had just seen the devil himself. Their mouths hung open. They were frozen in place, eyes wide with shock. I took a slow step forward, my voice low and deadly. "Say it again." I met their gazes head-on, daring them. "I dare you to repeat what you just said in front of me." “I-I….” Jennifer swallowed hard, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. The receptionist, however, recovered quickly. She smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, you were here all along?" she drawled. "That’s kind of creepy, don’t you think? Just sitting there, listening like some stalker." The other woman tugged at her arm. “Linda, stop.” But Linda yanked her arm away, rolling her eyes. “Why? Why should I stop, Jennifer? I’m already fired, aren’t I? Might as well say whatever I want.” Then she turned her full attention to me, her expression twisting with pure venom. “I don’t know what kind of tricks you pulled to get