All Chapters of BOUND BY OBSESSION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Amara remained where Leonardo had left her, heart pounding as his words echoed in her mind. Why did he care so much? The question gnawed at her, threading doubt through the ironclad resolve she’d built for herself. Was she just another pawn to him—a useful distraction? Or was there something else brewing in the depths of his gaze when he warned her to stay away from Dante? She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to push aside the confusion. Now wasn’t the time to get caught up in emotions. She’d fought too hard to lose her focus because of one unexpected glimpse of humanity from the devil himself. But damn it, he made it hard to think straight. Her phone buzzed, pulling her back to reality. A quick glance at the screen revealed a text from an unknown number: *You’re slipping. Focus, or you’ll lose everything.* Her breath hitched. Who the hell was watching her? She spun around, eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor, but no one was there. Paranoia crept in, and her fingers tightened a

Amara stood by the grand window of Leonardo’s penthouse, watching the city lights blink like fallen stars scattered across the ground. Her reflection stared back at her, eyes wide and unfocused, replaying the scene from earlier over and over again. Leonardo’s words, his warning, his fierce protectiveness—it was all too much to process. She couldn’t afford to lose focus. Not now, not when she was so close to flipping the game on him. But every time he looked at her with that intense, unyielding gaze, her resolve threatened to crumble. Footsteps echoed behind her, and she straightened her spine, composing herself before turning to see Matteo leaning against the doorway. His expression was unreadable, but she could tell he had something on his mind. "You’re playing a dangerous game," he remarked, his voice low. She arched an eyebrow, masking her unease with a smirk. "And since when did danger ever scare me?" Matteo crossed his arms. "He’s not the kind of man you can manipulate with

Amara couldn’t shake the feeling that the text she received earlier was a game-changer, but she couldn’t afford to be distracted—not when Leonardo’s every move seemed like a calculated strategy to test her loyalty. She knew he was suspicious. She could see it in his eyes whenever they landed on her, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle only he could solve. She paced the confines of her room, her mind racing. Her phone buzzed again, but this time she didn’t bother looking at it. Matteo had been oddly quiet since helping her escape earlier, and that worried her. Had he told Leonardo the truth about her sudden absence? Or was he keeping quiet to protect himself? Either way, she needed to get ahead of whatever storm was brewing. A soft knock at her door snapped her out of her thoughts. She froze, heart pounding, before forcing herself to move. She opened it cautiously, only to find Leonardo standing there, his presence almost suffocating. His gaze swept over her, cold and calc

Amara’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove back from the docks, her mind spinning with questions and doubts. The message still lingered on her phone screen—careful who you trust. Eyes are everywhere. She couldn’t shake the creeping paranoia crawling up her spine. Who sent it? Was it a warning, or a threat? And how did they know she was there? Her phone buzzed again, and her heart leapt into her throat. She pulled over to the side of the road, glancing around to make sure she was alone. This time, it was Matteo. “Where the hell are you?” he barked the moment she picked up. Amara hesitated. “On my way back. What’s wrong?” “I just heard from one of Dante’s men. Someone tipped him off about the dock deal. He thinks Leonardo’s planning to double-cross him.” Her stomach twisted. “That’s not possible. Leonardo wouldn’t be that reckless.” “That’s what I thought too. But Dante’s losing it—he’s putting men on high alert. Whatever happened at the docks, it’s stirred up

Amara leaned against the cold brick wall, catching her breath, her mind racing with everything that had just transpired. The text message replayed over and over in her mind: *Careful who you trust. Eyes are everywhere.* Who sent it? And more importantly—why now? Her instincts screamed at her to leave, but her curiosity wouldn’t let her just walk away without answers. She couldn’t afford to make a mistake—not now, when Leonardo’s suspicions were already mounting. She crept back toward the docks, keeping to the shadows, trying to piece together what she had just witnessed. Leonardo had received something important—a package. But the way he had reacted afterward made her stomach twist. Suddenly, a noise snapped her from her thoughts—a low growl of an engine. Amara’s heart pounded as a sleek, dark car rolled to a stop a few yards away. Her pulse quickened when Matteo stepped out, his expression hard and unreadable. She ducked behind a stack of crates, watching as he made his way toward