All Chapters of Fated To Be His Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Amani Laurel Saint was the kind of woman who made silence follow her. She stood tall and poised, with a natural elegance that couldn’t be taught—only inherited.Her skin was smooth and radiant, the deep tone of polished bronze kissed by the sun. High cheekbones sculpted her face with striking precision, and her bright brown eyes —an impossible contrast against her complexion held both storms and secrets. Thick, jet-black hair tumbled past her shoulders in soft, glossy waves, framing a face that was equal parts danger and allure. Her full lips rarely smiled, but when they did, it was like a weapon unsheathed—sharp, disarming, unforgettable.This was the woman who had torn Damien Cross into pieces and disappeared into the wind.And with just a phone call from Ryan Hastings — she was back.Amani wasn’t soft, she was anything but emotional, vulnerable and weak, but when it came to Damien, she forgot herself. But Damien never forgot Amani, and now, she was back to make sure he never rec

The ride to Chloe's new home felt like forever. She stared out the window, her hand unconsciously going to her stomach."I can't believe this is real." She said. "Damien asking me to move in. And now, I'm pregnant.""That's life sweetheart, sometimes things just work out for our good."Chloe took in a deep breath."I don't want Damien to know," Chloe said."But honey, we talked about this." Miranda raised her brow. "I mean about you helping with Marcel. Chloe cut in lightly. "It's not a favour Damien would take lightly.""I understand that, but if it works out with Marcel, you must tell him the truth. Or how else do you want to explain his brother getting out?" Miranda questioned."I would…as soon as it's done. Just not now." "Alright then." Her mother nodded.As they pulled up to the penthouse. Chloe stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath.She still couldn't believe this was her home. And soon, it would be her child's. With one deep breath, Chloe pushed open the doors, as she

The soft glow of her laptop was the only light in the room. Everything else—lamps, curtains, the giant flat-screen—was drowned in darkness, just how Amani liked it when she was thinking.Or in this case…..stalking.Her manicured fingers danced over the trackpad, zooming in on the grainy photo of her. Chloe.There she was again. Smiling up at Damien like he'd given her the moon. Her hair curled over one shoulder, her laugh caught mid-frame, hand pressed to his chest like she belonged there.Amani tilted her head, with a soft click she saved the image.Then another—Damien's arm around Chloe's waist at some gala. The caption beneath read:"A power couple in business — if we've ever seen one."She scoffed. Power couple?She zoomed in on Damien's face. He looked... happy. That familiar grin. That damn dimple. She hadn't seen it in years—hadn't been allowed to see it.She leaned back against the couch, glass of red wine untouched on the table. On the far wall, a black-and-white portrait of

The silence was thick as Damien and Sebastian stood at the entrance of the suite, staring at the last person they'd hoped to see. Neither of them moved. Neither of them blinked. Marcel sat like a ghost resurrected. Then took another slow sip of scotch, before setting the glass down and looking up with a smirk. "Is that any way to welcome your little brother?" For a moment, silence fell across the room. Then Damien broke first, he surged forward, pulling Marcel into a hug so tight it felt desperate. "You bastard," he muttered. "You actually made it out." Sebastian joined them, his hand clapping Marcel's back. "You look like hell." "And you two look like you've been living in it," Marcel said, his lips twitching into a grin. Their grip around him tightened even more. "Oh, okay guys," Marcel choked. "Can I breathe?" He said. When they finally pulled back, it was like none of them quite knew what to say. Damien's voice was the first to cut the silence again. "How? Ric

Amani sat on the armrest of Ryan’s leather couch, a glass of wine in her hand but untouched. Her foot tapped against the floor in a steady rhythm, her eyes locked on Ryan, who stood by the window, his back to her.“She’s pregnant,” Amani said.Ryan turned slowly, as if he hadn’t heard right. “What?”Amani took a sip, then let the silence hang. “Chloe. I saw her at the hospital earlier today. She didn’t say it outright, but she was holding her stomach like it was made of glass. Protective. Maternal.”Ryan scoffed. “That doesn’t mean—”“She was coming out of the maternity wing,” Amani cut in, voice sharp. “Carrying a pamphlet. New Mother’s Guide or something equally obvious.”Ryan’s hands curled into fists at his sides.Amani leaned forward, her tone softening just enough to sound dangerous. “She’s carrying Damien’s baby.”The words cracked something in him.“No,” he muttered. “No. She wouldn’t—”“She would,” Amani said, her tone now laced with bitter amusement. “She has. She moved on,