All Chapters of Fated To Be His Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sienna parked her car on a sidewalk ten minutes away from Chloe’s apartment.She couldn’t wrap her head around how Damien had gotten so close to her sister.Something was going on between them—she was sure of it. And as much as she wanted to dig deeper, there was something else pressing on her mind.Ryan.She turned the broken phone over in her hands, the jagged cracks across the screen mirroring the uneasy feeling settling in her chest. A feeling she rarely allowed herself to acknowledge—regret.Letting out a slow breath, she settled back in her seat, trying to clear her thoughts. That’s when her eyes caught a familiar figure in the dimly lit bar across the street.It was Noah.She hesitated for only a moment before pushing open her car door. If anyone could help her find Ryan, it was him.And she was ready to take that chance.______Noah sat slumped over the counter, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. His mind was a storm—anger, frustration, and something heavier he couldn’

The office was silent except for the soft rustling of paper as Chloe moved around, straightening a few things on Damien’s desk. She wasn’t doing it for orderliness— it was just something to keep her hands busy, something to fill the space between them.Damien sat back in his chair, watching her with a lost expression. Then, without warning, he spoke.“You sent the note, didn’t you?”Chloe stilled, her fingers hovering over a stack of documents.A wave of silence passed through them before she turned slowly, her brows furrowing in feigned confusion. “What?”“You sent that note to Sienna.”Chloe let out a soft, disbelieving chuckle. “Why would I do that?”“You tell me.”“You think I threatened my own sister?”“Well it was more of a warning, not a threat, but yes.”“If you already decided I did it, then why are you asking?”“Because I want to hear you admit it.”She stared at him, refusing to waver. “I didn’t send it.”Damien leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His voice dro

Damien didn’t knock. He shoved the door open like he’d been holding back rage for miles.Because he was. How dare James Bennett tell him to leave Chloe? Who did he think he was?Damien’s anger was interrupted by the sound of whimpers as he walked in.“Chloe,” his voice thundered through the room.She was still on the floor, back against the wall, eyes glassy and distant. Her arm was cradled against her chest.When she saw him, she shuddered.“Damien…” she whispered.He crossed the room in three strides and dropped to his knees beside her. His eyes zeroed in on the red mark on her arm.“What the fuck is this?” he hissed, reaching out but not touching—afraid he might hurt her more.Chloe looked away.He grabbed her gently, but firmly. “Chloe. Who did this to you?”She swallowed hard before answering “My Father.”He stared at her, and then realization crashed down. “He put his hands on you?”She flinched at the venom in his voice but nodded slowly.“Tell me exactly what he did.” He was b

The night air burned in his lungs.Ryan stumbled forward, one hand pressed against the jagged wall of a crumbling alleyway, the other clutched at his side. Every breath felt like fire, sharp and uneven, tearing at his chest. His vision swam, streets melting into shadows. He hadn’t made it far. He knew that. But it was far enough that he didn’t know where he was anymore.Far enough that Damien’s men hadn’t caught up to him. Yet.His clothes were soaked with sweat and dirt, his shirt torn from catching on a fence during the escape. One of his shoes was missing. He couldn’t even remember where he lost it. Blood trickled from his lip, he must have bitten it when he fell the last time.He kept looking over his shoulder, convinced he’d see someone in a black coat rounding the corner, eyes cold, hand already reaching for him. But the alley stayed empty. Only the echo of his unsteady footsteps filled the silence.A garbage bin rattled somewhere behind him. Ryan jumped, heart nearly bursting o

Damien sat on the edge of his bed, still dressed in black slacks and the shirt he hadn’t bothered to unbutton since he got home. The night stretched quietly around him, the city humming just beyond his windows. He hadn’t turned on the lights. He didn’t need them.His mind was elsewhere.Chloe’s voice had echoed in his head the entire ride home. “Put it on speaker.”The way she’d looked at him—uncertain, cautious. Like she wasn’t sure who she was standing in front of.It shouldn’t have bothered him. But it did.She was right to question him. He wasn’t being honest with her. Not fully. But the fact that she noticed, meant he slipped. And Damien never slipped.He leaned back, exhaling, his fingers dragging through his hair.Then there was Ryan, he had told Ethan to let him go. He wasn’t scared of the consequences of Ryan’s escape. Because there was none. Ryan wasn’t going to say anything, he didn’t dare. Because if he did, he knew it would only get worse for him.A ding sounded from the