Lahat ng Kabanata ng Torn by Obsession : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The dim light from the underground lair flickered faintly, casting long shadows across the walls. It was a stark contrast to the neon glow of the city above, but Rafael found it comforting in a strange way. The world he lived in had always been one of darkness, and it was here, in the hidden corners of the underworld, that he truly felt at home.Sophia sat across from him, her eyes scanning the old leather-bound documents spread across the table. The weight of the past few days hung heavily between them. Wren’s betrayal, Hector’s cryptic offer of help, and Drago’s looming threat—everything had become more complicated than Rafael had ever anticipated. Yet, through all the chaos, one thing remained constant: Sophia.She had been thrust into this world of lies, betrayal, and bloodshed, and she had handled it with a resilience he hadn’t expected. But now, as she flipped through the pages, looking for answers she didn’t even know she needed, Rafael couldn’t shake the feeling that something

Sophia’s hands trembled slightly as she unzipped her jacket in the safehouse, blood still drying on her collar. Her gaze met Rafael’s across the dimly lit room—he stood shirtless, battle-worn, a fresh gash running along his shoulder. The scent of smoke and gunpowder still clung to both of them.“I shot him,” she said, voice hoarse. “I didn’t hesitate.”Rafael didn’t look away. “You saved my life.”She paced, adrenaline burning through her veins. “I shouldn’t feel this alive. I should feel sick or... or scared.”Rafael stepped forward, his voice low and unreadable. “You were born for this, Sophia.”That truth—raw, terrifying—hung in the air between them. She had changed. The girl who once believed in justice now stood shoulder to shoulder with a criminal king. The worst part? She didn’t regret it.He came to her, fingers brushing her waist. She didn’t flinch. “You think this makes you a monster?” he asked.“No,” she whispered. “It makes me yours.”Something primal ignited in Rafael at

The night air was thick with humidity as Rafael stood on the balcony, shirtless, smoking a cigar, his mind far from the view of the city. His empire pulsed beneath him—thriving, expanding, dominating. But it didn’t feel like a victory.Not with Sophia unraveling before his eyes. Not with the truth clawing its way into daylight.She was quieter now. Distant. Always watching him like she wasn’t sure whether to love him or kill him.He had known this moment would come. He just didn’t think it would come with *him*.“Boss,” Mateo’s voice broke through his haze. “We’ve got a situation. You’ll want to see this.”Rafael stubbed out the cigar, his jaw tightening as he followed Mateo into the surveillance room. The monitors flickered with feeds from across his territories—clubs, safehouses, warehouses. But one screen was zoomed in on a port in Cartagena.“What am I looking at?” Rafael asked, eyes narrowed.Mateo hesitated. “That’s… Silas Moreno.”Time stopped.“That’s impossible,” Rafael said

Rafael paced the room, his heart pounding as the photo burned into his mind. It wasn’t just a reminder of his failure; it was a threat—one that hung over them like a shadow, threatening to swallow everything he had built. He could hear her footsteps approaching, soft and tentative. He didn’t turn to face her, not yet. The anger simmered inside him, hotter than it ever had before.Sophia entered, her face pale, the blood drained from her cheeks as her eyes locked on the photo in his hand. She didn’t need to ask. The look in his eyes told her everything.“Rafael…” Her voice was soft, trembling. “What is this?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tossed the photo onto the desk, where it fluttered slightly, its message unmistakable.“Silas,” he said darkly. “He knows exactly where we are. And he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants.”Sophia’s pulse quickened as the weight of his words settled over her. “And what does he want from us? From me?”He turned to her then, his

The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting long shadows over the secluded cabin. The world outside was quiet, almost unnervingly so. The distant hum of nature was the only sound that could be heard, and even that seemed to carry a weight of foreboding. For a brief moment, the world felt at peace. But beneath the surface, the tension was building.Rafael stood by the window, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes scanning the horizon. He hadn’t slept. Not really. How could he? Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Sophia in danger, saw Silas’s cold, calculating smile. The man had been playing a game for years, and now the stakes had risen higher than ever. He was relentless, and Rafael knew there was no way to outrun him forever.Sophia stirred behind him, the soft rustling of blankets signaling her awakening. Rafael’s eyes flickered to her, but he didn’t move from his spot. The tension between them had only grown in the days since their arrival at the cabin. He could feel the