Semua Bab Torn by Obsession : Bab 121 - Bab 130

The aftermath of the attack left a scar that pulsed beneath the surface of the estate. Though the halls had been cleaned, and the blood had been scrubbed from the marble, the air still smelled like gunpowder and treachery. Rafael knew it wouldn’t be the last time.In his study, the scent of burnt cigar and aged whiskey lingered. He stood before the wall of monitors, watching looped footage from the night before. His gaze wasn’t fixed on the obvious—the attackers, the explosions, the gunfire. It was locked on one face. A blurry figure near the tree line. A man who never stepped foot onto the grounds, never engaged in the assault—but watched everything like a phantom orchestrating from the shadows.Rafael zoomed in again, enhancing the image. The face was barely visible, but something about the posture, the tilt of the head, the confidence of someone who didn’t need to act… it struck him cold.Nico entered without knocking. “We’ve traced the last call from Emilio’s burner. It was routed

The sun dipped low over Rafael’s estate, washing the sky in gold and crimson. The compound felt quiet—too quiet, as if the earth itself was holding its breath. Inside, Sophia walked the marble halls with a distant look in her eyes, her fingertips brushing the wall absentmindedly as her thoughts churned like a storm.Viktor wanted her bloodline. Anton had confirmed she wasn’t just a pawn—she was a queen in hiding. And Rafael still didn’t know.She stopped outside Rafael’s study, her hand hovering just above the doorknob. Her chest tightened.He was behind that door. The man who had turned her world upside down. The man who had ripped her from her old life, chained her to this dangerous new one—and somehow become the only person she trusted.And the one she was now lying to.Before she could knock, the door swung open. Rafael stood in the doorway, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, and that ever-present heat behind his dark eyes.He looked at her like he’d been waiting.“Come in,”

The room seemed to freeze, the air thick with tension and the weight of betrayal hanging in the shadows. Silvio’s gun pointed directly at Rafael, his stance unwavering, confident in the position he now held. Behind him, Viktor's icy gaze swept over the scene, a cruel smile curling on his lips as he watched the power shift from one hand to another.Sophia’s pulse hammered in her ears, drowning out everything but the cold dread that had settled over her chest. She had seen betrayal, tasted its bitterness before, but this... this was different. The man standing before them was no longer a mere traitor—he was a part of the world she had tried so hard to escape.“You’re making a mistake, Silvio,” Rafael’s voice broke the silence, low but firm, each word measured. His muscles tensed, his entire body a coiled spring, but he didn’t move. Not yet. He was waiting for the right moment, knowing how dangerous it was to act too soon.Silvio's smile only deepened, a glint of malice in his eyes. “Mis

The silence that followed Silvio’s collapse was deafening. Blood smeared the floor beneath him, a crimson symbol of the corruption finally exposed and crushed. Viktor, still standing, but no longer posturing, looked more like a defeated relic of a past era than the puppeteer he had once been.But Rafael wasn’t celebrating.He stood still, his breath calm but his eyes sharp, scanning the room for anything—anyone—that might be waiting in the wings to strike. The fall of two giants in one day was enough to destabilize the underworld. Power vacuums bred chaos. And Rafael had seen too many wars begin in the quiet after a battle.Sophia remained at his side, her hand slipping into his without needing to speak. He squeezed gently, grounding her even as the floor beneath them felt like it could shift again at any moment.Dante stepped forward, lowering his gun but keeping his posture alert. “It’s not over,” he said, voice low. “Viktor may be done, but we both know he wasn’t working alone.”Vi

The morning sun barely pierced through the thick storm clouds rolling in over the city. It wasn’t just weather—it was a premonition. Something in the air felt colder, sharper. The calm before the collapse.Sophia stood by the glass wall of Rafael’s study, arms folded as she watched the skyline. “Adrian was right,” she said softly. “Valeria’s not coming at us with brute force. She’s infiltrating everything. She’s poisoning from the inside.”Rafael leaned back in his leather chair, his gaze unreadable as he looked over the latest intelligence report Dante had just handed him.“She’s been buying out our allies quietly,” Dante added, pacing the room. “Offshore accounts, shell companies—hell, she even turned one of our safe house managers in Queens.”Sophia turned sharply. “Who?”Dante looked uncomfortable. “Maria Alvarez.”Sophia’s jaw tightened. Maria had been with the Syndicate for years—quiet, loyal, a protector of women and children who needed sanctuary.“She was offered immunity, mon