All Chapters of CRUEL OBSESSION: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The room was quiet now, save for the soft rustle of fabric as I gathered my things. The aftermath of what had just happened still hung in the air, an unspoken understanding between us, but I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest. My heart was racing, a mix of emotions—confusion, longing, and a bittersweet sense of peace.I stood by the window, my fingers brushing against the cool glass, watching the early evening light stretch across the sky. The room felt too small, too intimate, like it was closing in around me.The reality of what we had done was setting in. I had to leave. I had to face the rest of my world, the chaos outside this safe little bubble we’d created. But Noah—Noah was right there, watching me, his eyes full of that familiar intensity.“Don’t go yet,” Noah’s voice was low, thick with something I couldn’t quite place, but I felt it in my chest. He was still sitting on the bed, his legs tangled in the sheets, his body so still, as if he was trying to hold onto the moment

My heart pounded so loudly, I was scared it might give us away.Stella and I crept through the dark hallway like we were ghosts in my own home. The house felt even colder than usual, like it knew what we were about to do. Shadows clung to the walls, stretching and twisting with every flicker of light from the windows.“Are you okay?” Stella whispered, glancing at me.I nodded, though my fingers were numb and my breath kept catching in my throat. “Not really,” I whispered back. “But we have to do this.”She gave me a tiny smile, just enough to keep me from crumbling.We moved silently, my bare feet brushing against the floor. Every little creak made my pulse race. It felt like we were walking into a scene from some intense spy movie—but this wasn’t fiction. This was my life. My completely messed-up, chaotic life.When we reached the study door, I froze. It was huge, dark, and heavy—like everything else in this house. My father’s territory. The one room I was never allowed to enter with

By the time I reached Hazel Town, the sun had already dipped behind the trees, casting everything in this soft, dusky glow. The town looked quieter than I remembered. Maybe it was the calm after a storm… or maybe it was just the calm before mine.My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I turned the last corner. I didn’t know what to expect. What he would say. What I would say. All I knew was I needed him.As I rolled into the familiar gravel driveway of his house, I saw him.Noah.Sitting on the porch steps.His elbows rested on his knees, his eyes scanning the road like he had been doing it all day.He stood up the second he saw me.I hadn’t even turned the engine off before I flung the door open and stepped out. My heart was thundering, my pulse racing like it was trying to make up for all the moments I had missed with him.“Noah,” I breathed, barely louder than a whisper.“Elena,” he said, his voice just as raw.And then we ran.I didn’t care how tired I was. I didn’t care abou

I woke before the sun touched the sky.The room was quiet, wrapped in soft shadows. For a second, I didn’t move. I just breathed. Then I felt it—her.Elena.She was curled into my side, her body warm against mine. One small hand rested over my chest, like it belonged there. Like she’d always known where to place it.I turned my head slowly, careful not to wake her. Her hair was messy, tangled across the pillow and my shoulder. Her lips were parted slightly, her breath slow and steady. She looked peaceful.God, she deserved this peace.After everything she went through… the courtroom battles, the lies, the weight her father placed on her shoulders—she had finally found rest. And somehow, she’d found it next to me.I let my eyes trace her face. No makeup. No guard up. Just Elena. Soft and real. And mine.A strange ache bloomed in my chest. I wasn’t used to this kind of quiet. The kind that felt safe. I wanted to wrap it in my hands and never let it go.Leaning in, I brushed my lips agai

The moment I stepped into the building, I knew I was in the right place.It smelled like fresh paint and old wood, like something new beginning inside something timeless. There was the faint scent of books too—paper and ink and glue—all of it weaving into the kind of comfort I didn’t expect to find.The walls were covered in past student projects. Sketches framed in gold, mood boards pinned with care, and models of rooms and houses displayed with pride. Like someone had once stood where I was standing and felt proud of what they made.For the first time in a long while, my chest didn’t feel tight. My fingers didn’t shake. My breath didn’t catch.I felt like I belonged here.I took another step forward.The registration desk sat just ahead, where a few students were already gathered. Their voices hummed low, full of curiosity and nerves. I walked up slowly, unsure, but trying not to look like it.A girl turned toward me. She had dark curls and soft eyes and offered a small, kind smile.