All Chapters of YOUNG MASTER'S OBSESSION: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The event continued. It felt glittering, elegant, poisonous. But the second they stepped back into the hall and Elena saw how Zachary’s men searching for her, fear clawed up her spine. Her pulse hammered, her stomach churned. She felt exposed, vulnerable, hunted. She could be in danger any seconds. No, she was in the danger if they didn’t find her sooner.They returned to their table. Elena pressed herself closer to Zachary as though he was the only solid thing in a world turning to glass beneath her feet. It was only the two of them now. Alexander sat across the hall, back to his table. And beside him, Diana Dawson had returned as if nothing had happened. Laughing and smiling.Her laughter was a blade.Elena’s fingers trembled and she leaned against Zachary like she might collapse if she didn’t. Shame didn’t matter. Pride didn’t matter. She needed him and she gave up listening to his brain, following her heart instead. Right now, she wanted to hear what her body wants and when she di

Elena’s POVThe world outside the car was still burning.Smoke curled in the night sky like ghosts refusing to leave, sirens wailing somewhere distant. A city screaming while the car moved like a coffin on wheels, silent and sealed.Elena sat pressed against Zachary’s side, not because she chose to, but because she didn’t know how to exist anywhere else now. Her body trembled, her pulse stung her throat, and every breath felt like a fragile thread about to snap.She had seen too much.She had crossed a line she didn’t even know existed.And he…He sat still beside her like a carved monument. Silent, cold, unreadable. Except for the hand he kept around her thigh, not tight, not harsh… just there, like he needed the contact to confirm she hadn't vanished.Her voice came out a cracked whisper.“Zachary…”He didn’t look at her.She swallowed. “Did… did we just…”“We saved them.”His tone was flat, effortless, as if he were discussing the weather instead of arson, violence, and human traff

Morning stretched slow and silver across the sea, brushing the villa with soft light that felt too gentle for the world they lived in. The ruins of passion still clung to the sheets, her scent on him, his marks on her skin like possession written in flesh.Elena sat by the window, her legs curled beneath her. Like the other night she slept naked with him and wore his shirt in the morning. The sleeves falling over her hands, the collar drowning her shoulder. The breeze tasted like salt, freedom, and fear all at once.She stared out, hugging her knees. She looked small, breakable. Like a girl holding the weight of a kingdom she never asked for.Some strands of her hair blew gently by the morning wind. Her long lashes waved beautifully everytime she blinks. Zachary watched from the doorway in silent, shirtless. The soft light entered the room, tracing every scar, every shadow across his back. His eyes were still edged with nightmares, but his voice when he spoke was soft, dangerous in i

Elena had stopped trembling, not because she wasn’t afraid, but because the fear had burned itself into something colder, sharper, almost metallic.And beneath that fear was something else. Something she had tried to ignore for days.Henry had moved her to an empty room with a single bed on it. Sat her on the bed, changed the chain with ropes wrapped tight around her wrists to the bed pillars. Told her that she could move more comfortably, or even lay on the bed if she felt tired. But she was far away from comfort, adding to the fact she was being captive by someone she used to call 'bestfriend'. The faint nausea simmered again, the same one that haunted her since the auction, when that woman in the restroom smiled knowingly and whispered about first-trimester signs. Elena had laughed then, but the words had taken root like a thorn she couldn’t pull out.It returned now, twisting her stomach as Henry wacthing her, like a beast aiming its prey.This was not the moment to think about

The villa had never felt so quiet.Not even the silence after Zachary’s violent nights matched this one. A silence that wrapped the walls like a held breath, heavy and trembling. The moment they crossed the threshold, Elena felt the weight of everything she hadn’t processed pressing in on her.Zachary didn’t let her walk.Not inside.Not even across the creamy marble floors.He held her as if she would disappear the moment he loosened his grip.“Elena, careful,” he murmured, guiding her closer to his chest when she shifted. “Lean on me. Don’t try to move.”Her voice was small, raw. “I’m okay… really.” Her cheeks went red. “No,” he whispered, tightening his hold. “Not after what happened. Not after what almost happened.”His words cracked on the edges, but his steps stayed steady as he carried her straight to the master bedroom, the one he’d never allowed anyone else to enter. Not even servants.He laid her on the bed carefully, like she was something sacred. Or breakable.Elena’s fi