All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Dante’s voice was calm. It was the kind of calm that made the room feel suffocating, the kind that sent chills down the spine, warning of the storm that was about to break. There was no rage in his tone, no shouting—just a steady, controlled voice that carried more danger than any scream ever could.“You know him?” he asked, his deep voice smooth yet razor-sharp.It was a simple question, but it held a weight that pressed down on Lilian’s chest, making it hard to breathe. She felt the warning hidden beneath those three words. This wasn’t just a question—it was a noose tightening around her neck, waiting for her to hang herself with her answer.“I… I… I…” Lilian stammered. Her mouth felt dry. Her tongue refused to cooperate. The words choked her before they could even escape.Dante’s lips curled into a mocking smirk.“Oh? Now you stammer?” he said, his voice laced with cruel amusement.And then, he stood.Lilian felt the shift in the air immediately.Dante moved with the kind of grace

Dante pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Sophia’s as their breath mingled. His hands cradled her face, his thumbs gently stroking her warm cheeks. His voice was low and filled with emotion as he whispered against her lips, “I promise, princess. I won’t let anything keep me away from you.”Sophia looked into his deep, dark eyes, searching for any trace of doubt. But all she saw was sincerity, raw and unshaken. Her heart swelled, and a small, soft smile formed on her lips. “Good,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Then, without hesitation, she leaned in, claiming his lips once more. This time, her kiss was urgent, filled with a hunger she could no longer hold. Her fingers tangled in his thick hair, pulling him even closer, as if she wanted to drown in him.Dante groaned against her lips, his arms tightening around her waist as he deepened the kiss. He lifted her effortlessly and carried her toward her desk, never breaking contact. When he reached it, he pla

Dante led Sophia to the car, his hand resting protectively on the small of her back. When they reached the passenger side, he opened the door for her with ease, stepping aside so she could slide in. With gentle care, he placed her bag and laptop in the backseat before shutting the door. Then, without a word, he moved to the driver’s side, got in, and started the engine.The low hum of the car filled the silence as they pulled onto the road. The city lights flickered outside, casting a soft glow inside the vehicle. The atmosphere was peaceful.Dante kept one hand on the steering wheel, effortlessly maneuvering through the streets, while his other hand drifted to Sophia’s lap. His fingers moved slowly, tracing circles on her thigh, his touch warm and possessive. It wasn’t rushed or demanding—just enough to remind her of his presence.Sophia sat quietly, her eyes fixed on him, completely lost in thought.Where was this man all my life? she wondered. Where had he been while I wasted my ti

As soon as Sophia entered the house, she walked straight into the living area, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The familiar scent of home filled her nostrils, bringing back memories of when she used to live here.Her father was seated comfortably on the large sofa, going through some old files with a glass of whiskey placed on the table beside him. The moment she walked in, he looked up, his eyes lighting up with warmth.“Oh, here you are,” he said, setting the files aside.“Good day, Dad,” she greeted with a small smile.“If it’s not my beautiful daughter, then who?” he replied with a wide grin. “Good day, honey. How have you been?”Sophia watched as he stood up and opened his arms. She didn’t hesitate to step forward, wrapping her arms around him in a warm hug.“I’ve been good, Dad,” she said softly.Her father pulled back slightly, looking at her face. “It’s been like… when? A month or two?”She let out a small chuckle, shaking her head. “No, Dad, I don’t think

Dante was seated in his study, surrounded by neatly stacked documents and a laptop screen glowing dimly in front of him. His fingers tapped lightly on the desk as he skimmed through some reports, his mind half-focused. Though work demanded his attention, Sophia was always somewhere in his thoughts. It had become second nature to think about her, to worry about her, even when he was buried in business matters.A sharp knock on the door interrupted his concentration. Without looking up, he responded in a firm voice, “Come in.”The door opened slowly, and one of Dante’s most trusted men stepped inside, his posture straight and professional. He was one of the few people Dante relied on without question. This man wasn’t just any bodyguard—he had been given a very special task. A task that Dante had assigned personally.His job was to watch over Sophia.But she didn’t know about it.Dante had made this decision long before their relationship had even begun. Back then, she was just a woman h