All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S OBSESSION : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Sienna stood in the center of the guest room, her suitcase halfway zipped, clothes folded in trembling hands. The quiet hum of the city beyond the glass walls did little to soothe her racing heart. She hadn’t left yet, but she had already checked out emotionally.Each item she packed felt symbolic another thread she was trying to pull free from Damien’s world. A world she had once craved so desperately, but now, it felt like a trap she’d willingly walked into with her eyes wide shut.Behind her, the door opened.She didn’t need to look to know it was him.Damien’s footsteps were slow, hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he should be there. She could feel his presence before he said a word heavy, pained, desperate.You’re leaving?His voice was low. Barely audible. It cut through the silence like a crack through ice.I’m not walking away. I just… need space.You’re walking away from me, Sienna.She turned around slowly, her arms folded tightly around herself like a shield.Then what do yo

The night was still, but it felt as though the air itself was charged with tension. Damien paced restlessly across the expansive office, his thoughts running wild, colliding with the weight of the revelations he’d recently uncovered.Sienna. The threat. The shadowy figures pulling the strings behind the scenes. Nothing in his world made sense anymore. All the carefully laid plans, the calculated moves, everything he thought he had under control, was now on the brink of unraveling.Damien had always prided himself on his ability to stay calm, to think his way through problems. But this was different. The stakes were personal now. Sienna was in danger, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to protect her. He had been too naive to believe that the people closest to him were truly on his side, and now he could feel the dark hand of betrayal closing in.He stopped near the window, looking out at the twinkling lights of the city below. His empire his success was all built on foundations of p

The room was still. Too still.Sienna stood by the window, her fingertips barely brushing the cold glass, eyes scanning the dark skyline like she was searching for answers only the night could offer. The city never slept, but tonight, everything felt quiet like the world was holding its breath alongside her.Behind her, the soft click of the door opening pulled her back to reality. She didn’t turn. She didn’t have to.She felt him.Damien.His presence was heavy not in a threatening way, but in the way storms feel before they break. That silent, charged weight of something about to pour.He didn’t speak either.Just stood there, like he was waiting for her to be ready… or maybe hoping she’d read his thoughts without needing words. And maybe that was the problem too many unspoken things between them. Too many pauses that carried weight instead of peace.“You didn’t come home last night,” she said quietly, not as an accusation, but a confession. Her voice didn’t shake. It didn’t need t

Sienna sat stiffly in the backseat of the limousine, her fingers intertwined, pressing into each other so hard it felt like her bones might crack. The low hum of the engine was the only sound between them, and yet the silence was loud the kind that gnawed at the corners of her mind and filled her with dread.Damien hadn’t said a single word since they left the airport.Not one.And that was scarier than any confrontation could ever be.She turned to look at him again. He was angled toward the window, his profile chiseled in the dim lighting. His jaw was tense, locked so tightly she wondered if he even realized he was grinding his teeth. His eyes were narrowed and unfocused, like he was a million miles away or worse, like he was reliving something he’d tried to bury.Sienna leaned forward slightly, the distance between them in the car suddenly feeling like a wall.Damien?He didn’t blink.Damien, talk to me.Still no answer. Just a slow inhale and an even slower exhale.Sienna bit her

Damien’s grip on Sienna’s hand didn’t loosen as they strode down the stark hallway, the weight of his mother’s threat still clawing at their backs. But he didn’t stop. Didn’t look back. Not once.Sienna could feel it in him the storm he’d kept caged for years was rattling the lock, ready to break free. And yet, beneath the tension in his shoulders, the fury in his stride, there was something else. A quiet ache he refused to name.They reached the elevator, and once inside, Damien finally let go of her hand. His fingers twitched at his side, like he wanted to reach for her again but couldn’t allow himself to.She watched him. His silence wasn’t cold it was loud. Too loud.Damien?He glanced at her, eyes dark and unreadable.I’m fine, he muttered.You’re not.The elevator stopped, opening into a private wing of the building a sharp contrast from the cold corridors below. This floor was warmer. Wood-paneled walls. Dim lighting. A small lounge off to the right. And there, seated on one o