บททั้งหมดของ CRUEL OBSESSION : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Chapter Twenty-Two The morning sunlight spilled across the bedroom, warming the tangled sheets and the warmth of bodies that hadn’t wanted to let go. Sienna stirred first, blinking awake to the soft hum of the city outside the mansion. Her body still hummed with the memory of last night. Every touch, every whisper, every heated kiss replayed in her mind—and her chest ached with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. Damien’s arm was draped lazily over her waist, fingers brushing her hip with gentle, unconscious pressure. She traced them with her fingertips, careful not to wake him just yet. But she couldn’t help it—she wanted to feel him again. “You’re awake,” a low, gravelly voice murmured against her ear. She jumped slightly as Damien’s lips brushed the nape of her neck. “Morning,” he whispered, voice husky. “Morning,” she breathed back, the word shaky and soft. Her eyes traveled over his bare chest, his tousled hair, the shadowed planes of his face as he smiled faintly

Chapter Twenty-Four The morning light slipped lazily through the heavy curtains, painting soft streaks of gold across the sheets. Sienna stirred first, her cheek resting against the warmth of Damien’s chest. For a moment, she just listened—to the steady thump of his heartbeat, the rhythm of his breath, the way his arm instinctively tightened around her even in sleep. She tilted her head up, studying his face in the rare vulnerability of rest. He looked different without the steel mask of control—softer, younger, almost peaceful. She smiled faintly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. His eyes opened suddenly, sharp and alert. Then they softened the second they focused on her. “Good morning, piccola mia,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep but threaded with possession. Sienna blushed at the endearment. “You scared me—I thought you were still asleep.” “I don’t sleep deeply when you’re beside me,” he said simply, lips brushing her temple. “I like to know you’

Chapter Twenty-Six The silence in the study was deafening. Damien’s order still hung in the air like a blade: “Out.” The guards obeyed instantly, boots echoing against the polished floor as they filed out. The mysterious woman didn’t rush. She rose from her chair with deliberate grace, smirking as if she’d already won. As she passed Sienna, she leaned close enough to whisper, her breath brushing Sienna’s ear. “Still hiding, little dove? He’ll find out eventually.” Sienna’s spine went rigid. Her breath hitched, but she stayed frozen, her nails digging crescents into her palms. Damien’s eyes flicked to her, catching the subtle flinch. His jaw tightened. He didn’t miss anything. The door shut behind the woman, leaving only the two of them. For a moment, the silence was thick enough to choke on. Then Damien moved—fast. He crossed the distance between them in three long strides, his hand closing firmly around her wrist. “With me.” His tone left no room for argument. Sienn

Chapter 28The silence between them was heavier than any gunshot.Days bled into nights, and Damien and Sienna barely exchanged more than clipped pleasantries—“good morning,” “pass the salt,” “lock the door.” Their penthouse was a fortress of opulence, a palace of glass and steel perched above the city, filled with everything money could buy—power, danger, luxury—but starved of warmth. The chandeliers glittered, the marble floors gleamed, yet the air between them was colder than stone.Sienna carried her secret like a shard of glass lodged in her chest. Every time she opened her mouth, the words threatened to spill, but fear sealed them shut. Damien, on the other hand, refused to ask. His pride was a wall he would not climb. He told himself she was just another pawn in his empire, another name tied to his ring, another beautiful possession. But every time he saw her lips press into that stubborn line, every time she avoided his gaze, his control cracked a little more.One night, the t

Chapter 30 The city outside was alive with lights, but inside the study, the world had narrowed to the space between Damien and Sienna. The scent of his cologne clung to the air, sharp and dark, wrapping around her like a chain she couldn’t escape. His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling, uneven. For a man who prided himself on control, Damien’s composure was cracking at the edges, and Sienna could see every fracture. She whispered, almost afraid to break the fragile spell, “Damien…” He silenced her with another kiss—not soft this time, but urgent, desperate. His lips moved against hers like a man starved, and she found herself answering with equal fervor, her hands sliding up the firm line of his chest, curling into his shirt as though holding on to him could steady her. But just as suddenly, he tore his mouth from hers, pacing back a step as if distance could save him. His chest rose and fell sharply. “I shouldn’t have kissed you,” he muttered, his voice