Lahat ng Kabanata ng Torn by Obsession : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The dim glow of the warehouse lights flickered, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air was thick with the acrid scent of cigar smoke and whiskey, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. In the center of the room, Rafael De Luca sat like a king on his throne broad shoulders relaxed, muscular frame exuding dominance as he swirled the amber liquid in his crystal glass. His emerald-green eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto the trembling man kneeling before him. A low, humorless chuckle escaped his lips as he watched the man’s pathetic attempts to beg for his life. "Please, Rafael," the man stammered, sweat dripping down his temples. "I I didn't mean to cross you." Rafael arched a dark brow, amusement flickering across his sharp features. "Didn’t mean to?" he repeated, his voice a deadly purr. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, and studied the man with cruel patience. The traitor a low-level arms dealer who had foolishly believed he c

The hum of the engine was steady, the car’s interior thick with tension. Sophia’s body trembled, every muscle tight as she fought against the reality of what had just happened. She had been taken. Stolen from the safety of her quiet life and thrown into the hands of a man who radiated power and danger. The leather seat beneath her felt too soft, too luxurious, a cruel contrast to the fear gripping her chest. Her wrists were still trapped in the iron-like grasp of the man beside her Rafael De Luca. The name meant nothing to her, but the way he carried himself, the way he looked at her like she was already his, sent ice-cold terror down her spine. Sophia’s breath came fast, erratic. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs, but she refused to sit still. She twisted in his grip, kicking her legs, trying to push herself away from him. "Let me go!" she screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. Rafael didn’t flinch. If anything, amusement flickered in those emerald-green eyes a

The grand foyer of the mansion swallowed Sophia whole.Marble floors gleamed beneath the soft glow of chandeliers, their golden light casting shadows that flickered like ghosts. The air smelled rich—like leather, wood smoke, and something darkly masculine. Like him.Her pulse pounded in her ears as she took an unsteady step forward. Everything about this place screamed power, control—a cage disguised as luxury.Rafael stood beside her, his gaze unreadable. He hadn’t touched her since they’d stepped inside, but his presence was an unspoken command, an invisible chain wrapped around her throat.Sophia’s hands clenched into fists. She needed to think. She needed to get out.She turned sharply, fixing him with a glare. “You can’t keep me here.”Rafael’s lips curled at the corner, slow and knowing. “I already am.”Her stomach twisted, but she refused to let fear win. “Someone will come looking for me.”He took a step closer, towering over her. “Who?”The single word sent ice through her ve

Sophia stood in front of the dining room doors, her fingers curling into the silk fabric of the dress she had been given. It was smooth, expensive, and hugged her body in a way that made her feel more exposed than protected.The dress wasn’t a gift. It was a message.A reminder that she was in his world now.Taking a steadying breath, she pushed open the heavy double doors.The dining room was breathtaking—high ceilings, golden chandeliers, and a long, polished table set for two. Only two.Her stomach tightened.Rafael was already there, leaning back in his chair like a king surveying his kingdom. His dark green eyes locked onto her immediately, piercing through her composure.She forced herself to keep her steps even as she walked toward the table.“You came,” he murmured, his deep voice smooth as silk.Sophia met his gaze. “Did I have a choice?”Rafael smirked, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his wine glass. “Not really.”Her jaw clenched.A servant pulled out a chair for her. S

Sophia's breath came in uneven bursts, her fingers digging into the fabric of her dress as she stormed down the dimly lit hallway. Rafael’s words still echoed in her mind. "I’ve been watching you for a long time, Sophia." Her stomach twisted. How long? Had he been lurking in the shadows of her life, orchestrating events, pulling invisible strings to bring her here? The thought made her want to scream. She needed air. She needed out. Her heels clicked against the cold marble floor as she turned blindly down a corridor. The mansion was massive, an endless maze of hallways and locked doors. Locked doors. Her pulse spiked as she reached out, fingers curling around a handle. She twisted—locked. Panic started to crawl up her throat. She tried another. And another. Every single one was locked. A tremor ran through her body. No. No, no, no. This wasn’t just captivity. This was a cage. A beautifully crafted, inescapable cage. Sophia took a shaky step back, her heartbeat hammerin