บททั้งหมดของ CRUEL OBSESSION : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

CHAPTER 91 — THE THINGS WE ALMOST SAY Damien noticed. He didn’t say anything at first. He just noticed. ⸻ It was small. The way Sienna didn’t linger at breakfast. The way Isabelle didn’t look at her directly. The way conversations stopped half a second too early when someone walked into a room. Subtle things. But Damien had built his life on noticing subtle things. ⸻ He watched Sienna more carefully that day. Not in an obvious way. Just enough to see what other people might miss. She was quieter. Not fragile. Not dramatic. Just… guarded. Like she was thinking ten steps ahead of something. Or someone. ⸻ That unsettled him. Because usually, he was the one ten steps ahead. ⸻ By evening, the house had returned to its polished calm. Broken glass replaced. Stains cleaned. Security doubled. On the outside, everything looked stable again. But Damien knew better. Calm didn’t mean safe. It meant someone was waiting. ⸻ He found her in their room. Sitting on the

CHAPTER 93 — BLOOD RUNS THICKER THAN WATER When Damien came back to the room, he didn’t look angry. That would’ve been easier. Anger was loud. Predictable. Manageable. This was something else. Quieter. ⸻ Sienna was still sitting where he’d left her, though she’d taken off her shoes now. They were placed neatly by the bed, like the small order might somehow steady the chaos underneath everything. She looked up when he entered. And she knew immediately. Something had shifted. ⸻ He closed the door behind him, slower this time. No sharp movements. No slammed wood. Just the soft click of the lock. ⸻ “You told her,” Sienna said. It wasn’t really a question. ⸻ “Yes.” He didn’t lie. He didn’t soften it. ⸻ Her chest tightened. “How bad?” ⸻ He didn’t answer right away. He walked past her instead, toward the window, hands sliding into his pockets like he needed somewhere to put them. “She knew the attack was coming,” he said finally. Sienna nodded faintly. She alread

CHAPTER 95 — CRACKS IN THE HOUSE The house didn’t sleep that night. Not really. Even though the lights in most of the rooms eventually dimmed and the halls grew quieter, there was still movement everywhere. Guards rotated shifts more frequently than usual. Doors opened and closed at odd hours. Voices carried faintly through corridors that were normally silent after midnight. Sienna noticed all of it. When a place had tension running through its walls, you could feel it even if no one said a word. ⸻ Damien didn’t come back for a long time. At first she tried to stay awake. She sat on the bed, listening to the footsteps outside the door, occasionally glancing at the clock beside the lamp. Midnight passed. Then one. Then two. Eventually the exhaustion caught up with her. She lay down without changing clothes, telling herself she’d just rest her eyes. ⸻ When she woke again, the room was darker. The lamp had been switched off. And Damien was sitting in the chair near the

CHAPTER 97 — THE MESSAGE By late afternoon, the house had settled into a tense kind of routine. Not normal—nothing about the day felt normal—but structured enough that people had stopped whispering quite as much. Guards continued their patrols, staff kept moving through the halls, and Damien remained almost entirely out of sight in the security wing. Sienna hadn’t seen him again since breakfast. She wasn’t sure if that bothered her or not. Part of her understood. Damien worked like a machine when something threatened his house. He wouldn’t stop until he found an answer. But another part of her felt the absence. ⸻ She spent most of the afternoon in the library. It was one of the quieter rooms in the estate, with tall windows that looked out over the gardens and shelves filled with books that had probably been there longer than she had been alive. Sienna sat on the sofa with a book open in her lap. She had read the same page three times. None of it stuck. Her mind kept drif

CHAPTER 99 — THE THINGS HE DIDN’T TELL HER The security room suddenly felt too small. Too quiet. Sienna stood beside the desk, the frozen footage glowing behind her on the monitor. The image of herself on the garden path. The man holding the necklace. And the moment her lips had clearly formed the words— I remember. ⸻ Damien stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him. The click of the lock sounded louder than it should have. His eyes moved from the screen… to her. Carefully. Like he was measuring something. ⸻ “You weren’t supposed to see that yet,” he repeated. His voice was calm. But the tension in his shoulders told a different story. ⸻ Sienna stared at him. “You knew about it.” It wasn’t a question. ⸻ Damien didn’t deny it. He walked toward the desk and looked at the paused frame. The moment where the man held up the necklace. For a brief second, something dark flashed across Damien’s expression. Anger. Not at her. At the man. ⸻ “I saw