His Forbidden Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

As soon as Sophia got home, she didn’t waste a single minute. She shut the door behind her, pulled out her phone and placed the call. Her voice was calm, but her fingers trembled slightly.“Come in,” she said simply.Her investigative team arrived almost immediately.Within minutes, her living room no longer felt like a home. It felt like a war room. Laptops were opened. Files were laid out neatly on the table. Phones buzzed quietly with incoming data.Sophia stood at the head of the room, arms folded, her expression tight.She took a slow breath and finally spoke.“How did we get here?” she asked, showing the email to the lead PI, her voice steady but edged with tension. “I saw that page in the file. That specific one. But I didn’t understand it. Not fully.”She tapped the document on the table.“So explain it to me. How did we go from that… to the name you mentioned?”The lead private investigator replied. “We didn’t take the document at face value,” he began calmly. “We broke it d

The dungeon went quiet after the shot. Too quiet. The kind that pressed against the skin and made the air feel heavy. Dante stayed on the floor for a long moment, his back pressed against the cold stone wall. The chill seeped through his clothes, biting into his skin, but he didn’t move. He didn’t feel it. The weight in his chest was heavier than stone, heavier than the walls that had seen so much blood over the years. His gun hung loosely in his hand, no longer an extension of his power, just dead metal. His fingers trembled slightly around it. His breathing came out rough and uneven, like his body was fighting against something his mind had already accepted but his heart still refused to understand. Eric Matteo. The name echoed in his head again and again, relentless, unforgiving. Each time it sounded in his mind, it cut deeper than the last, slicing through years of loyalty, memories, and trust. Eric Matteo. The man who stood beside his father at every meeting, always calm, a

Dante freshened up with a very heavy and broken heart, his mind replaying everything over and over again. Every word Eric said, and knowing Lucas was dead too,broke him. The water ran over his skin, but it did nothing to wash away the pain sitting deep in his chest. When he was done, there was only one place in his mind. One person. His woman. He knew she would be home by now. His phone had rang nonstop. Missed calls, messages filled with worry, concern, fear. Instead of calling back, he picked up his keys and drove straight to her place. The moment Sophia opened the door and saw him, her heart dropped. He looked pale and drained. His shoulders were heavy, his eyes dark and distant. This was not the Dante who left her earlier. She knew instantly. The evidence has been delivered. She didn’t ask a single question. She simply stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. His body gave in. His arms came around her, tight, almost desperate, like she was the only thing keeping

Silence filled the room.It wasn’t the uncomfortable kind. It was heavy, thick with everything they had just shared and everything still unsaid. Dante lay back against the bed, one arm wrapped around Sophia, his fingers moving slowly through her hair. He stroked it gently, over and over again . Every few seconds, he leaned down to kiss her forehead, soft and protective.Sophia lay on his chest, her ear pressed against his heartbeat. She traced slow circles on his bare chest with her fingers, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath her palm. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to. For a few minutes, the world outside that room didn’t exist.But Sophia’s heart was restless.She shifted slightly, her fingers pausing on his chest. Dante felt it immediately. His hand stilled in her hair, and his body went alert even before she spoke. Years of survival had trained him to sense when something was wrong.“I want to tell you something,” Sophia finally said, her voice quiet but serious.Da

After she finished touring the entire mansion, including the master bedroom she had instantly fallen in love with, Sophia stepped back into the hallway where Dante was still standing exactly where she left him to tour the remaining part of the house. He hadn’t moved.Like a guard.Like a king waiting for his queen to return.She chuckled softly when she saw him still there, arms folded, watching her with that calm, possessive gaze that always made her stomach flutter. Without thinking, she ran straight into him again, wrapping her arms around his neck.“Thank you, daddy,” she whispered.Her voice was soft.Slow.Seductive on purpose.Dante’s grip tightened on her waist immediately. He bent slightly, his lips brushing her ear, his breath warm against her skin.“I see someone can’t wait to take my full cock while screaming my name,” he murmured low.The words slid into her like heat.Sophia pulled back just enough to look at him. Her eyes darkened with challenge and hunger. Her lips cu