Todos los capítulos de CRUEL OBSESSION : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter Eleven The air in the study was thick with tension, Sienna’s every instinct screaming at her to leave, but something kept her rooted in place. Damien's father had that same chilling aura about him—cold, calculating, and powerful. The more she tried to hold her ground, the more she felt the weight of his presence pressing down on her. He stood before her now, his eyes scanning her with unnerving precision. "You're playing a dangerous game, Sienna," he said, his voice low, almost a warning. "I need to know the truth," she replied, her voice steady despite the knot in her stomach. "All of it." He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "The truth... is not something everyone is prepared for." He took a step toward her, and the air seemed to grow even colder, as though his very presence was freezing the room. "Your mother knew that. She was a smart woman, but she was a

Chapter Thirteen Sienna stood there, the heavy silence in the study swallowing her whole. She had come here, seeking answers, hoping for a crack in Damien’s armor. Instead, all she had gained was more confusion, more questions. The truth was as cold and distant as the man before her. She wanted to scream, to demand more, but she knew better than to push him too far. Damien had always been like this—aloof, indifferent. But beneath that cold exterior, she had caught glimpses of something else: regret, uncertainty, even pain. It was as if there was a battle raging inside him, one he didn’t want her to witness, let alone be a part of. But as she stood there, frozen by the weight of his words, the reality of her situation hit her with full force. Damien had married her out of obligation, not desire. She was nothing more than a tool, a means to an end. And the worst part? She had agreed to it. Sienna wasn’t naive.

Chapter Fifteen The next few days were a blur of cold glances and quiet moments. Sienna spent her time in the mansion, attending to the duties expected of her as Damien’s wife, while the rest of his family treated her like a mere shadow. Nothing had changed. But beneath the surface, there were subtle shifts in the way Damien interacted with her. He wasn’t warm—never warm—but there were moments when his gaze lingered a little longer than it should, or when his tone softened in a way she couldn’t explain. It left her confused, unsettled. --- Sienna was sitting in the drawing room, reading a book, when Damien’s voice broke through the silence. "You’re still here?" She looked up to find him leaning in the doorway, his arms crossed, eyes unreadable. He was dressed in a suit, likely heading out for yet another business meeting, but his presence was like a weight pressing down on her chest.

Chapter Seventeen Sienna woke up to warmth. For a moment, she forgot where she was. The scent of cedar and musk lingered in the sheets, the weight of an arm draped around her waist grounding her in a reality she hadn’t dared imagine. Damien. Her heart fluttered, remembering the quiet of last night. The kiss. His voice in the dark. The way he had held her like he was afraid she’d disappear. He was still asleep behind her, his breath steady, chest rising and falling against her back. His fingers were loosely curled around hers beneath the covers, as if even in his sleep, he didn’t want to let go. She allowed herself a moment—just one—to pretend it could always be this simple. Then he stirred. His arm tightened instinctively, and his lips brushed against the back of her shoulder. “You’re still here,” he murmured. Sienna turned slowly to face him. “You told me not to leave.” A faint smirk tugged at his lips. “I’m glad you listened.” His voice was husky, warm, laced

Chapter Nineteen Breakfast at the mansion was usually quiet. Cold silverware. Colder company. But today was different. Sienna walked in beside Damien, her steps calm… composed… confident. She didn’t trail behind him like a shadow. She matched his pace. And when they entered the dining room—every set of eyes turned. Ruth, Damien’s stepmother, stiffened visibly. Across the long table, his younger half-sister narrowed her eyes, fork pausing mid-air. Even Gabriel, lounging near the head, looked mildly intrigued. Sienna didn’t waver. She took the seat beside Damien—his seat. The one he never let anyone sit in before. Damien didn’t correct her. Instead, he pulled her chair out and sat down next to her like it was the most natural thing in the world. The room fell into a strange, tense silence. “Morning,” Sienna said lightly, picking up her napkin and unfolding it with elegance. Ruth smiled tightly. “Well. Isn’t this new.” Damien didn’t look up from his plate. “Get